A stuffy heat fills Alex's lungs as he wakes up, his gaze adjusting to the small storage cupboard and he tugs on the zip ties binding his hands... finding them secured tightly behind his back. The last thing he remembers is colliding with the floor and it takes him a minute to fight through the grogginess, his throat hoarse as his eyes land on Donna who's slanted in the corner besides him. "Hey..." he pushes out roughly, "you okay?"
She jumps at his voice, wincing as the movement rubs the burn around wrists. She doesn't know how long it's been since Mahoney forced them in here but the silence was starting to wear down her resolve and she nods swallowing the fear that's slowly been building. "Shouldn't I be asking you that?" He got hurt protecting her and though she's grateful -the constant nausea reminding her why- she can't help feeling guilty. "He could have killed you, Alex."
"Yeah well, better that asshole than Harvey." He'd shrug off her concern if he could, a flicker of amusement crossing his face despite their situation. "He'd never forgive me if I let something happened to you." She doesn't rise to the humor, not even the slightest hint of a reaction, and he breathes out a sigh. "You know who this guy is?"
"Clive Mahoney. His wife was a client of the firm's a few years ago." In the time they've been trapped she managed to recall the details of the case and doesn't know if it's just her hormones in overdrive but she can almost understand the irrational behavior. "Harvey dropped her when she lied about being involved in fraud and she went to prison. She committed suicide a couple of months later."
"Damn." His chest expands with the weight of the information, blinking at Donna's flushed face. There are beads of sweat breaking out across her brow but she looks unnaturally pale and a frown settles on his lips. "You sure you're okay?"
She forces a tight smile wishing she could bunch the hair at her neck to cool down. Without any circulation it's like a sauna in the cramped space but she swallows the discomfort trusting Alex enough to tell him the truth. "Its morning sickness."
He does a double take, twisting to look at her properly. "Shit-" the curse slips out before he can stop it, "you're pregnant?"
The shock in his expression is all too familiar and a she nods throwing across a small smirk. She wasn't sure what it would feel like to say it out-loud but it's a surprising relief. Not long ago she thought being pregnant was the most terrifying thing happening, now all she wants to do is protect the tiny person she's suddenly responsible for. "First time mother and all but I don't think that's the response you're supposed to have."
"Sorry." He winces, resting his head against the shelf behind him. It's not that he isn't happy for her- he is, but all this stress can't be good for the baby and if anything happens to either of them Harvey's going to lose it. Right now they need him thinking clearly to get them out of this. "Does Harvey know?"
"I only just found out." Part of her regrets not calling him straight away but the other half is relieved she didn't give him a reason to come back earlier. She's already been driving herself the brink of crazy worrying about what he's going to walk into and she drops her gaze trying to conceal the panic.
Alex picks up on the hesitancy, not used to seeing it written so clearly across her face. She's always so sure of everything, mostly right too, but he can remember when Harvey's feelings were a blind spot too. It was definitely a long road that lead them here but he is genuinely happy to hear the news, focusing on keeping her distracted rather than building up worst case scenarios. "I didn't realize you guys were trying."
"We weren't." She admits, wishing she and Harvey could be at home dealing with it like normal parents to be. Freaking out, getting excited, making plans- freaking out. It's all she wants but her and Alex's current predicament doesn't leave any room for fantasies. Right now there's a gunman out there with a vendetta against the man she loves and the helpless creeps in making her stomach flip with another round of nausea. "If anything happens to him-"
"It won't." He cuts her off trying to tone down the alarm in her voice. "Harvey and Sam are both quick thinkers, they'll figure this out."
She snorts without meaning to, the response instinctive."Like we did?" She cant help it. Harvey might be able to talk his way out of a courtroom but this guy has a gun and sarcasm is the only defense she has against the fear coiled in her throat.
"I got hit over the head and you've got baby brain-" he pleads the excuse as solid reasoning, "they already have an advantage."
She knows what he's doing and nods trying to cling onto the hope they'll all find a way out of this. They're a family. One she and Harvey are about to add to and she needs him to be okay; for her sake as well as the baby's.
