"WHAT?" Donna yelled throwing her door open. Her expression was an angry one, with hostile eyes, tight lips, and a set jaw. Most people would have been instantly calm and collected (or at least acted like they were) at seeing their boss at their front door, but not her. It seemed to make her even madder, and that gave Harvey a slight boost. He loved a good debate/fight, and it looked like he walked right into one. And he liked to argue with Donna every once in a while - it was witty and cutting - always what he imagined a disagreement with himself would be like.

"Now, now. Let's not get testy," he teased, raising up a bag of chocolate peanut butter ice cream. Her personal weakness. Eying him carefully, Donna reached up and grabbed the bag from his hands and trying to shut the door as quickly as possible. His foot shot out to catch it before it slammed into his face, and he would never admit it in a thousand years, but his foot began to throb. He did have an image to maintain, after all.

"Not so fast. I'm not leaving here without this file copied," he said pulling the file out of his bag and wagging it in her face. Her unamused expression as she gabbed the file and threw it to the ground was expected, but what wasn't was an otherwise silent response. Harvey took this time to really study her. The long blond hair she took careful precision perfecting each day was thrown up into a messy ponytail with small random pieces framing her face. Her face was void of any make up, and looked flushed. He nearly did a double take as he gazed into her eyes. How did he initially miss the red, swollen puffiness? She had been crying.

"What part of personal day did not click for you? Does the best closer in the city not understand the meaning of that?" He signed.

"You're right. I am the best closer in the city. And I am exercising my right as an employer to seek an explanation as to why my employee's work performance has been less than par."

She huffed. "My work performance? You couldn't of come up with anything else, could you?"

"My file still isn't copied," he said with a cocky grin, which nearly resulted in another door to the face scenario.

"Donna, Donna, Donna," he said exasperated as he caught it with his foot again. He couldn't help but pull out a smug smile for being able to cover up his pain so well. "Tell me what's going on." When she didn't offer up any more conversation or move, he decided to take it upon himself to invite himself into her apartment and got comfortable on her couch. A few minutes later, she joined him, passing off a coffee just the way he liked it, and sat down in the arm chair across from the coffee table.

"Donna?" he prompted her. He was actually quite unnerved seeing her like this. A complete 180 from the Donna he knew and saw everyday.

"Don't, Harvey. Come on, we both know why you're here. If I'm not at the office to manage every little detail, you have to do it yourself, and we both know you can't have that."

Then she said something that countless people had said in the past, something that countless people will say in the future, and something that he didn't care that anyone ever said, except for her.

"All you care about is yourself."

A/N~ I just want to say that this a real change. I've tried to shy away from drama fics (there's enough in real life, right?) and usually go the humor route. And sorry this is such a short chapter - my shortest ever! Hope it was good anyways and that you'll drop me a review. Chapter three will be up soon!