Prologue

It was close to midnight and both Donna and Harvey were still in their "office", packing. Well, Donna was packing; Harvey was supervising! At the moment, he was staring out the window of Paul Porter's—the bowtie-wearing douchebag—seeming to be lost in thought. Donna knew better than to interrupt and kept on packing; unknowingly, she began to tape up the current one: the sound of it slicing through the silence obnoxiously.

Harvey turned towards her and she tried to give him a sheepish look. He sighed and sat down, "Mike said something to me when we were…smoking."

Donna looked at him. "Oh yeah, what'd he say? And I still can't believe you guys figured out the whole Hardman cover-up while high!"

Harvey laughed. "Well, for one, he told me that my 'stoned was depressing'. Can you believe that?"

Now it was her turn to laugh. "He's not kidding, Harvey. You're a happy drunk but depressing when you're supposed to be high. It's not your fault; we can't all be awesome like me."

"Ha ha," Harvey replied. "He also said he saw me being a dad."

Donna grimaced. "What?! The pup considers you as a father figure? You, really?"

Harvey gave her a deadpanned expression. "No! And thanks, by the way, for putting so much meaning behind your words. He said he could picture me being a dad to some kid with gelled hair wearing suits from Osh-Kosh B'gosh, and well, a mini-Harvey."

Donna finally stopped packing and looked at him. "And you're thinking about all this…why?"

Harvey sighed. "Well, I don't know. I'm looking at my life and maybe, maybe I want all that; you know. I can be a good dad; I mean I had the best example. Least I could do to make the old man proud."

She rounded the desk and stood before him. "Are you serious right now?" she asked, "Or are you high again?" If he was, Donna cannot smell it on him.

"I'm serious, Donna!" Harvey said. "I think I need to re-evaluate. Look at my options, see if I may have missed something along the way."

"Wait, wait," Donna said, putting her arms up in the air, "are you talking about going back through all of the girls you've been with and seeing if maybe, just maybe, they were worth more than one-night-stands?"

Harvey looked at her exasperatedly, "Don't be ridiculous, Donna. That would take forever! We'll have to streamline it somehow!"

Now it was Donna's turn to look at Harvey as if he had two heads, "I'm sorry…we?"

And Harvey just nodded as if it was just how it was meant to be.