ok, so lines in italic are lines stolen straight from the show.

when I used to post stories on here before I would have written quite a bit and then posting them chapter by chapter. But I would already know how the story continued. This time is different. I wrote chapter 2 today and there is no chapter 3 or 4 yet. So basically I don't know what's gonna happen yet either. Other than, they will definitely get together way before I reach 6.10. It will loosely follow the show, but the definite focus is on what we haven't seen.

Anyway hope you enjoy it.


Harvey did find out about everyone leaving this night. Louis had called him and Harvey had come in.

She had tried to spare him, at least for tonight, but no such luck.

And of course Harvey and Louis were at each other's throats within a matter of seconds.

"But if you're gonna be the same old Louis. And we're gonna do the same old dance. Then maybe you and this firm can both go rot in hell!"

He passed right by her as he stormed out of his office. He was pissed off and most likely about to do something stupid. She understood why he wanted to walk out, but she needed to head him off. He was hurting, she could tell. And while she really would have wanted comfort him, she knew this was not the time. This was the time where she had to put him straight. Because he was about to make a stubborn mistake.

"Don't you dare push that button. You are not leaving Harvey, not tonight."

"Yes I am" He countered. He sounded more calm than he had done back in his office, as if he had made up his mind.

There was no trace left of the emotions she had heard in his voice when he had called her earlier that night. He was blocking everything out. Showing Donna the Harvey she liked least. He knew he was, but it was just easier this way.

"Well if you really mean that, then you're not the man I thought you were." She was hitting low to get him to care.

"What did you just say to me?!" He tried outrage, but he should have known that wouldn't work on her.

"I said, that underneath that expensive suit and perfect record is a coward. Ready to run from one of the biggest fights of his life."

"I am not running from anything, Donna. And I don't need this right now."

"No Harvey right now is exactly when you need this. Because tomorrow is gonna be to late."

"I know what I'm doing." He tried to assure her. But looking into her eyes, he could tell she was seeing right through him.

"Then why don't you enlighten me, because I for one would love to know exactly what you're doing."

"I'm gonna go the hell home and never look back." And he pushed the button to prove he meant what he said. He was feeling quite apocalyptic apparently.

"And what about tomorrow?" She asked him, knowing her emotions were starting to show. She had to convince him to stay. Because if she couldn't, he would be weak. And she couldn't let him be weak. She knew he wanted to implode in sorrow tonight. She wanted the same. But imploding would have to wait, because first they had to stop the world from crashing down around then.

She'd got him, he knew she'd got him. But he couldn't give in. He was fighting so hard to keep up his front.

"I don't care about tomorrow."

But the words came out strangled and he couldn't look her in the eyes.

This really was the absolute worst night of his life. First he had to bring Mike to prison and now he was fighting with Donna. The last thing he wanted to do.

But apparently she didn't mind, because she kept right on.

"Maybe you should start caring about tomorrow. Because if you don't, you're gonna wake up three weeks from now and you're gonna realise that 'this' was the biggest mistake of your life! And all you did was give up exactly what Mike went to prison to save."

"Mike did not go to prison to save this g*dd*mn firm." He bit back. She was going straight through any armour he had with her comment about Mike.

"No Harvey, he went to prison to save us. And now you're walking out on us. And if you're gonna do that, then tell me, what did he save us for?" And with that she turned and left him standing there. Praying it had been enough to make him stay.


"Donna, I need a drink." Rachel announced as she reached Donna's desk.

"I think we all need a drink." She sighed.

"I agree." Rachel leaned onto the cubicle. The tiniest trace of a smile passed her lips.

But Donna being Donna, she caught it.

"What?" she questioned.

"I think Harvey and Jessica have opted for something more irresponsible."

"More irresponsible than alcohol?" Donna looked puzzled for a moment, then she understood. "Oh"

"But how? No way the coffee cart guy is around this late."

Rachel looked at her friend.
"How does everyone seem to know about this coffee cart guy? I never heard of him."

"That's because you're Rachel." Donna answered matter-of-factly.

Rachel wasn't sure what to say to that.

"Anyway, I think they managed without him."

"Right." Donna said. "So, alcohol?"

"Alcohol."


Well at least they had figured out the partners' plans. And drawn up their own plans on how to continue.

Jessica, Louis, Rachel, Donna and Harvey ended the night in Harvey's office. This time, all of them went with the legal option of alcohol.

Drinking to trouble, before disbanding. Ending the night, literally, as the first rays of sunlight lightened the sky.

One by one they started to leave his office. The most immediate danger was over. There was still some time before the business day started. That probably meant it was time to get some sleep. But that wasn't what it meant for Harvey.

For him, it would have been preferable if the business day started now. Because now, now that all was going quiet, his mind went straight to Mike. He hadn't believed a word of Mike's reassuring message to Rachel. Most likely the kid was trying to keep a brave face for her sake.

He threw back the last of his drink and got up, intending to refill his glass. Then he realised that Donna was still sitting on his couch, observing him.

"Want another?" He offered, swinging the bottle around in her direction.

But Donna's glass was still half full. She was gripping it with both her hands, leaning it on the armrest of the couch. He tried to read her mood but came up empty. Perhaps it was the alcohol muddling his brain. She didn't seem inclined to speak. She just followed him with her eyes.

"Don't" He told her. Her constant eyes were unnerving him. She probably knew he was thinking about Mike. Like she usually knew what he was thinking.

"Don't what?" She asked him.

"I don't want to talk about Mike."

"Okay"

But she kept looking at him. Looking as he poured another drink. Looking as he walked over to the window to look out over the city. Looking as he threw back his drink in one go.

He knew she was looking and it was just making him even more restless. He threw her an annoyed look.

"You wanna be alone?"

He wanted her to stop looking. He wanted to stop thinking. He wanted to drink. He wanted to drown in misery. Just for a few hours. Could he just not exist, for a few hours.

When he had just left the prison she had been the one he had wanted to see. He had wanted to get through this night with her, because she understood him. She knew how close he had been to taking the blame. How much he blamed himself.

He didn't want her to leave. He didn't.

"Yes" His voice was quiet and he closed his eyes. He knew this was another defeat. He was already disappointed in himself.

She gently placed her glass on the table, got up and walked over to him. She placed her hand on his arm and he looked up. She didn't say anything, just gently squeezed his arm. Then she left him alone.