A/N: Hello once again! Thank you for you feedback! They have been really motivating! I hope you'll like this one as well. In this story, the point of view changes but I'm sure there will be no problem to catch up who is who since there are only two characters :D

Nothing has changed- as usual, all mistakes are mine and I'm sorry for them. I'd love to hear what you think, so don't be shy ;)

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Angela: […] They got freaked out by stage six.

Brennan: Which, what stage six?

Angela: 1. Spend the night. 2. Spend the weekend. 3. Exchange keys. 4. Sexy weekend getaway. 5. Extended vacation, inevitably followed by 6. Move in together.


Spend the weekend

11 hours of work, 10 am

"Give me the Henderson case file once again," with your eyes glued to the documents spread on the coffee table you reach your hand in her direction.

"Say it nicely," comes a short reply.

You lift your head, tired eyes squinting a little. A whole night of work- you were used to it. But when you cross the magical age limit, you just don't do it. At least not when it comes to working, as he reminds himself in thoughts. You make other people do it for you. Simple. But when you get a call from the managing partner at 11 pm who says that if you don't solve a crisis right now, the shit will hit the fan, and you all will be done, you know it's that night, that you have to recall those college nights just before the exams.

Around 4 am there was a short break to let eyes rest and thoughts gather. To lean on the couch with a head back and caress tights-clad feet that just landed on your lap. After 45 minutes you lifted your head, sighed deeply and kissed her forehead as a sign that it's time.

"Donna, could you please hand me the Henderson case file once again" you repeat, trying not to roll your eyes. Cause that woman even after working all night can still reprimand you about something like that. She still can test you, even when you're on the verge of patience. No more working on Friday night.

"Of course, Grumpy Cat," she says standing up, with a documents in one hand and her wallet in the other. "Coffee with vanilla or are we more picky today?" she asks with a cheeky smile. Seriously, that woman…

"Vanilla would be fantastic. And a bagel," you reply with a smirk that slowly turns into a full, beaming smile. She responses with a wink and short "be back in ten" and suddenly you're alone in your quiet, empty office. And you wish she will be back sooner.


15 hours of work, 2 pm

"We should do it more often," he says stretching his legs fully.

"Work on the weekend?" you look at him, smirking.

"No, eat lunch here," Harvey replies, turning his face to the sun and closing his eyes. So you observe him more. How he breaths deeply with a content smile. How he put his arms along the back of the bench. How he plays with your hair ends with one hand, probably not really realizing it- he does that a lot lately. When he's relaxed he looks young. Well, younger. Not that you would say aloud that he's not a twenty year old anymore. Hell nooo. You like your life, thank you very much. You stretch your legs parallel to his but you don't stop watching, capturing every move, every twitch of an eyelid. "I forgot how much I like Central Park in late spring."

"And even a crappy Thai food won't ruin it?" Without moving a bit, he opens one eye with raised eyebrow, peeks at you and seeing you smile, closes it again.

"Nope."

"Glad to hear that," laughing, you stand up and go to the nearest trash can to throw away empty food containers that you both gathered next to you. On your way back, you stand in front of him blocking the sun so he opens his eyes. "Cause I've thought that we should eat it more often".


21 hours of work, 8 pm

Around 8 pm you are free. You walk hand in hand out of the building to the car that was waiting outside. You say goodbye to Mike, who joined you just when you got back from lunch. He was supposed to replace Donna. Not that anyone could consider Donna replaceable. No. But you wanted to give her a few free hours. She refused. Repeatedly. After third time you were afraid that she felt a little offended. So you knew better than to force her. So without further discussion, the three of you worked.

Yawning and fighting with your eyelids, you make it to your condo. You crawl into bed in the pajamas and when your heads touch pillows, you both sigh deeply. Donna shifts closer as your arm automatically sneaks around her waist. After a moment of silence, you lean and kiss her cheek murmuring into her skin a quiet "thank you".

You sleep until 1 pm. During the night, warm and beautiful Saturday was replaced by rainy and cool Sunday, so the day greets you with dark clouds above New York. And you stay inside. You watch some silly tv show with her, but you don't follow the story. You just observe as she frowns or rolls her eyes, you listen to her giggles, groans and silly comments. Cause, look at those shoes. She gets more and more comfortable and before you can register, she puts her head on the crook of your neck and shift her legs above yours, to the other side. So you kiss her forehead, play the next episode and just soak up the moment.

End.


A/N: Thoughts?