Two.

Jessica Pearson was not easily rattled. Her father, the man who had begun Pearson-Hardman, had always expected a boy to follow in his footsteps and become what he hoped would be the best lawyer in New York City. When he was well in his years and a baby girl was born he had not let that stop him. He'd taught her to be strong and never to let anything stand in her way. She'd learned well and rarely did people cross her.

Harvey's eyes widened slightly at the sight of his boss' office. Her white couch was tattered and the chairs that sat opposite were overturned, the bottoms ripped out as if someone though they would find something. File drawers were jimmied open, dented in multiple places papers lay strewn all over the office. Books had been thrown from their shelves and pages had been ripped from them in some frenzy that could only have been someone searching for something.

Jessica herself was sitting at her desk, hands folded on top of it and clasped together as if in silent prayer. Her eyes were distant and her lips were firmly pressed together. She startled slightly at Harvey's voice, as if she hadn't realized that they had entered.

"What were they after?"

A thoughtful look passed over the woman's face and her eyes shifted to Donna. "I have my thoughts," she said slowly, "but I don't have the proof yet."

"Everything starts with a theory," Harvey replied, looking for a place to sit. "Are you planning to call the police?"

"I should, but I worry that will spook our culprit into hiding."

"Then you know who did this."

"You think he would go this far?" Donna asked, her voice quiet but unexpected at Harvey's side. She looked straight at Jessica, as if the two women were having a silent conversation and leaving the middle man well out.

"Who would go this far?" Harvey pressed, uncomfortable with the sudden turn of events.

"I hand delivered the message to Cameron Dennis to change his deal," Jessica replied, reaching one hand up to massage the bridge of her nose.

"He knows you have the information."

"He knows I had it. He shouldn't know where it is now unless he has eyes and ears in my firm, and if that's the case…." A dark looked passed over her face as if the thought had not occurred to her, but seemed very plausible now that it had. She waved it off then, unwilling to cross that bridge until necessary.

"You asked about Donna," Harvey murmured, everything falling into place in his still tired mind. "He doesn't know she's the one that had the information. He'll think I turned him in."

"Will he?"

"He knows you, Harvey," Donna reminded him. "For better or worse, when you're loyal to someone you stay loyal through thick and thin."

"Not through this. I… Jessica, you know-"

"I know where your loyalties lie, Harvey," she assured him and stood. "We have two options. I can go to the police, tell them all that we know, and hope that they take the initiative to go that rout."

"They'll treat it like a break in. Not what it really is."

"And yet that's what we're expected to do." Jessica shrugged, looking very tired.

"What's the second option?" Donna asked, glancing between the two lawyers. She should feel out of place, she knew, and probably should have excused herself as soon as the topic fell anywhere close to stepping out of bounds to catch the man that did this, but she felt beyond a shadow of a doubt that Jessica wished her to be present. She knew Harvey did.

"We fight back," the taller woman responded, standing straight and the fire coming back into her eyes. "We fight back with everything we have. We use our resources to build a case against him, turn him over, and watch him fall straight to hell." She looked pointedly at the others as if waiting for their response.

"You know how I feel," Donna murmured. A sly smile stretched across her face. "I… might have a few things that could help build something pretty solidly against him."

"You have more files?" Harvey demanded.

"What? I'm telling you before I use them this time. You said not to go behind your back again, you didn't ask how much more I had on the sorry bastard."

Harvey rolled his eyes. "I don't think we have much of a choice, Jessica. Like you said, going to the police will spook him. Ray's still outside and can take you home, Donna."

"I'm not going anywhere," the redhead argued, straightening to her full height and putting on an expression that screamed of the lengths she would go to to help Harvey.

"Fine. Do what you need to, but don't leave anything that you're working on here. If tonight's proved anything it's that our offices aren't safe for this."

Harvey nodded and he was off to dive straight back into his files and pull a few favors from a hat. He and Donna left Jessica to her thoughts and straightening what was left of her once beautiful office.

Mike had finally calmed Jenny down enough to get valuable information from her. From what she had told him, Trevor had appeared at the little deli just downstairs from where she worked. He'd been dressed in a suit that he had managed to keep and smelt heavily of weed. He'd been angry, hurt, and irritated, telling her that he knew all about their relationship and that he was sure that Mike had never truly been his friend. He'd told Jessica Pearson all about Mike's con, the drugs, and everything incriminating that he could think of at the time. The only thing that had caused him to leave was Jenny's ability to burst into tears at the drop of a dime and the fact that people had begun to stare at the scene she was making.

Trevor hadn't said where he was going, but Mike had a good idea. He stuffed his hands deeply into his pockets as he rounded the corner, seeing a figure sitting on a bench, back to him, with something lit between his fingers. It was an old park that they'd played at as kids. It wasn't the same anymore, but that could have been more the wash over of idealistic youth that had made it grander than the place had every really been. Now it was a hang out for drug dealers and scum. A perfect place for Trevor Evans to go to think. Or not to think.

"What the hell were you thinking?" Mike asked before he could stop himself, teeth grit tightly as his former best friend turned.

"What was I thinking?" Trevor echoed. "I wasn't the one that stole your girlfriend, man."

"I didn't steal her, Trevor. You decided to lie to her, she broke up with you, and we hooked up after you were gone."

"No wonder you were so keen on sending me cross-country. Was that the plan to begin with?"

"You know what, just shut up," Mike growled. "You don't know what you're talking about and you don't even know what you're doing. What the hell are you thinking? You're supposed to be clean." He took the lit joint from the other man's fingers and tossed it to the ground, stomping on it with his shoe.

"And you're supposed to be my friend."

"Really? Because I thought friends didn't screw other friends like you did to me, but that's not even what this is about, Trevor. I've saved your ass too many times for you to do what you did today. You could have taken it out on me, fine, I get that. I might even deserve that, but to go to Jessica?"

"You deserved it."

"Does Harvey?"

"I don't owe him shit."

"That's not what you said forty-eight hours ago!"

Mike squared his shoulders as Trevor continued to sit, mouth turned deeply into a frown and face ashen in the dark. "I didn't do anything to Harvey."

"Yeah, you did. Jessica will fire us both now."

"Isn't he some big-shot lawyer?"

"The best, but he'll still get fired over this."

"Then maybe he shouldn't have hired you."

"Maybe you shouldn't have screwed your life up! Have you ever stopped to think that it may be your fault and not everyone else's? Maybe it's because you decided to smoke weed and you decided to start dealing it. You decided to hide all that from Jenny and you decided to let me take the fall for your stupidity! Did that ever cross your mind, Trevor, or is it always going to fall on everyone but yourself?"

They stared at each other, neither willing to speak anything further as the cool air kept them company.

Three hours and many phone calls later Harvey felt Donna's hands on his shoulders. He'd slumped forward on his desk, forehead resting on his arm and feeling slightly ill over the whole ordeal. Her hands worked at the knots that had formed, easing some of it away as gently as she could and he moaned slightly. "That's going to feel so good when you stop," he groaned, her thumb hitting one particularly nasty knot and working it out against its will.

She smiled at that. "You're welcome. Shouldn't you take this home? Maybe you'll work better there if you give yourself a break."

"Maybe."

Her hands stopped and she gave his shoulders a gentle squeeze. "I'll call Ray. You mind if he drops me off too?"

Harvey reached back and caught her wrist, holding it gently. "What if he goes after you next?" he asked sincerely, his eyes speaking volumes of his concern.

"He won't."

"You don't know that. You were the one that said he'll know I didn't turn him in. Who does that leave?"

"Jessica has a ton of people just like you do that she can call to do background searches and dig up dirt. Why should I be the one he looks to?"

The lawyer couldn't quite make his voice work and his secretary smiled down at him, reaching a hand out to his face. They had always been comfortable with each other, but it seemed right now that he needed the physical closeness that they rarely portrayed. "What do you want me to do, Harvey?"

"Come back with me to my place," he said before he thought it through. He saw the look on her face that spoke of her deep-seeded concern and he shook his head. "I'll be good."

"Harvey."

"I promise. I just want you to be safe and I can't focus on this if I'm thinking about all the ways that someone can break into your place."

"Why don't you just come to my place then?"

"He knows where you live. You've been there since before I hired you."

"And he doesn't know where you live," she acknowledged, seeing a point she would rather not. "What about Milo?"

Harvey had forgotten the friendly little black and white cat that loved to leave a trail of fur on anything that he wore. He frowned at the thought, but shrugged his shoulders. "We'll swing by and pick the cat up."

"You are worried," she acknowledged.

"I am."

"I won't tell."

"You better not."

Ten minutes later they were on their way down the elevator and Ray was waiting outside. He gave a wave, looking a bit worried himself. Harvey clasped him on the shoulder, saying that they had everything under control and that he promise that the driver could go home and get some well-deserved sleep after this.

It was approaching midnight and Ray was taking the back roads to Donna's apartment. It was because of that that there weren't nearly as many cars on the street. No one saw the SUV T-bone black Lincoln Town Car and send it turning not once, not twice, but three times until it came to land on the passenger side.

Harvey caught the flash of light that hit the front bumper just before the larger vehicle collided with them and he'd started to shout. The words didn't have time to leave his mouth as the entire car jolted, rolled, and rolled again. He heard Donna scream once and then everything was washed out by the sound of bending and crushing metal all around them. Something struck him hard across his head and he felt the seatbelt dig into his shoulder, as if it were burning through his suit jacket and into his skin. He thought he might have heard the airbags deploy, but if Ray made a sound he didn't hear it.

It took a moment for him to realize that the car had stopped rolling and that it was laid up on its side. His world was still spinning and he struggled to move. "Donna?" he tried to call out, but found it difficult to breathe. His eyes were lulling closed when he heard the door open and he tried to look up. He could see Donna hanging limply in her seatbelt, and it looked like a man reached down to pull her out. That was fast, he thought. He'd never seen an ambulance get to the scene of a wreck that fast.

Blood trickled down into his eyes and he blinked against it, his mind too muddled to realize that the back passenger door had been closed again and no one was coming back.

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