I wrote this after 6x02. I'm assuming I wasn't the only one that was missing a Darvey scene after Elliot Stemple took Harvey's beloved painting. I was planning to make this longer, but never got to it. However, this works as a first chapter, so if people want me to I can write a (sexier) second chapter;)

After another 14 hour workday, Harvey and Donna leave the office together. It's a clear and quite night and Harvey offers to walk Donna home. The pressure of getting Mike out had been keeping them even more busy than normal the past few weeks. They have been working non-stop, at least it felt like they had. The cool wind on their faces a soft distraction from the chaos that runs their lives.

As they walk the pavements of New York, suddenly a loud sound from an alley makes Donna jump towards Harvey. She instinctively tries to hide herself by crawling close to his torso and he automatically wraps his arms around her shoulders and turns them to put himself between Donna and the alley. He looks over his shoulder into the alley to assess the danger, but sees no alarming individuals. He laughs.

"Donna, it was probably just a hobo that opened a garbage container or something" he comforts her, while he keeps his arms wrapped around her shoulder.

Slowly Donna pushes away from Harvey's chest. She readjusts her hair and straightens out her dress.

"Oh" she says. Feeling a blush creep to her cheeks and a little embarrassed.

Harvey chuckles at her attempt to regain a cool exterior, while she's clearly still quite startled.

"Come here" he offers as he locks their hands in between them and gently pulls her to continue walking.

Donnas breath caught when he grabbed her hand. The smell of his cologne was still in her nostrils from when she (oh so heroically) clutched herself to his chest in terror. She could feel the warmth from his palm seeping into hers as they strolled along. She'd never been scared to walk in downtown New York. She'd lived here all her life. This was her home and she knew it like the inside of her pocket. But somehow, Harvey by her side, holding her hand, made her feel that much safer.

When they arrived in front of Donnas apartment, Donna let go of his hand first.

"So… this is you" Harvey said.

Donna let out a chuckle.

"Thanks Harvey, I saw that."

He laughed too.

"Yeah, sorry."

They stood there for a few seconds, just looking into each other's eyes. He took a moment to appreciate her beauty. Her red hair in contrast to her white dress. The same hair he'd once run his fingers through, while having her pinned against the inside of her door and kissing her. Suddenly he felt nervous that she could see what he was thinking off, so he decided it was time for him to leave (again).

"Goodnight, Donna. I'll see you tomorrow" he said while stepping back.

But before he could turn around he felt her grabbing his wrist and heard her saying his name, which willed him to look at her again.

"Donna?" he asked confused.

She gave him a soft look and then stepped forward to wrap her arms around his neck. This time his breath caught, as she caught him off guard. It was a sweet and comforting hug. He wrapped his arms around her waist in response.

"Donna-" he said again, a little more warning this time, but she cut him off.

"I'm sorry about your mother's painting, Harvey."

He sighed, but didn't let go of her. He could smell her shampoo. If he was not mistaken, she hadn't changed brands the last 12 years.

"You know," he started. "When Elliot said he wanted to take the thing that was most precious to me in this office, for a second I became really worried that he'd say he wanted to take you to work for him… So when he said he wanted the painting I was relieved for a moment."

"Harvey" she just whispered as she absentmindedly started playing with ends of his hair in his neck.

He tightened his grip on her a little. The thought of losing her again, but this time to Stemple instead of Louis sending a shudder down his spine.

"Harvey?" she asked, softly.

"Hmhmm"

"I don't want to be alone this evening" she admitted. "Will you come up for a while?"

Donna knew she was pushing it, but it wasn't a lie: she really didn't feel like being alone in her apartment for the rest of the evening.

"Donna, I don't-" he said hesitantly as he pulled back from their embrace.

"To watch TV or something, Harvey. As friends do during hard times" she cocked her head to the side and smirked at him, as she tried to make her proposition sound as innocent as possible. She knew he wouldn't accept otherwise.

After a few seconds Harvey nodded.

"Okay. We can order a pizza or something" he said as they started walking up the stairs to the front door of her apartment complex.

"Or-" she started.

"Yes, or from that shitty Thai place you like" he finished for her.

"You have such poor taste. Rachel recommended that Thai place, you know!" she says as she takes out her key.

"Exactly my point" Harvey says.

Hope you liked it! Let me know what you think and whether I should continue with a second chapter;) Thanks for reading!