After reading those wonderful reviews, I decided to lengthen this story. Yay! Although I might not be able to regularly update this (school ugh), I hope that you'll enjoy it as much as I'm enjoying making it!

Disclaimer: I don't own Suits.

Donna was running down a dark hallway, running towards the bright light at the end. Her frightened eyes glanced back for a moment, making her fiery red hair fly about. When her eyes went back to where she was heading, she suddenly collided with another body, a strong one whose hands immediately grabbed her forearms.

"Let me go!" she cried, trying to push the man away with no avail. "Please!"

"You've been a very bad girl, Donna," the familiar voice sent chills down her spine.

"Please. Please, let me go," she whimpered.

The man forcefully pushed her, sending her flying to the wall. She forced to keep her knees from buckling, looking at her captor fearfully. "Please. I just –."

"Do you love Harvey Specter?"

The room suddenly shifted. She was in the middle of the in-house trial that happened a year ago, sitting on the witness chair and looking at Louis Litt who was waiting for her response. She felt her eyes water at the sight of the man who may had just become a former friend.

"Louis," she whispered.

"Do you love him?" he asked her more forcefully, walking towards her. Anger suddenly on his expression.

She tried to stand up. "Louis, I need to talk to you."

"SIT DOWN!"

Donna gasped when she woke up from her dream, looking up at the unfamiliar ceiling. She immediately sat up and tried to calm her breathing, taking in her surroundings. The lamp on the bedside table casted a dim light in the cold room and helped her in realizing that she had just been sleeping in Harvey's bedroom. She looked over at the side of the bed and found it completely made up. Harvey had not slept beside her.

After calming herself down fully, she slid back under the covers, hoping for more sleep to come. Then she felt uncomfortable, as if something was restricting her from moving.

She looked under the covers and found out that she was still in her office attire, making her sigh. She threw back the covers and went into the walk-in closet. After passing through the rows of suits the man owns, she finally found the cabinet where he stored his normal clothes. She then pulled out a Harvard sweatshirt and a pair of worn-out pajamas.

She took a quick, hot shower before sliding into the comfortable clothes. When she took a quick glance at the clock that read 2AM, she decided to find out where Harvey was at the late hour. She quietly made her way out of his bedroom and into the spacious living room. The light of the television showed her Harvey close to falling asleep on the couch with a glass of scotch in his hand.

When she carefully took the glass out of his hand, he snapped up in attention. "Hey," he greeted after a moment, watching her place the scotch on the coffee table.

"Hi," she said shyly before sitting beside him.

"I thought you were sleeping," he said softly, placing an arm around her shoulders.

She placed her head on his shoulder, wondering why it felt like it was the most natural thing to do. "Nightmare."

He hesitated. "Want to talk about it? I have ice cream."

Her lips quirked up at the familiar words. "It's 2AM, Harvey."

"That is why God made Chunky Monkey."

She grinned before looking up at him. "You're impossible."

His chest vibrated with his chuckles. She glanced back down at the muted television screen. "So, what happened?" he asked after a while. "Back at the office."

She stiffened before shaking her head.

"Hmm," he responded quietly.

They were both quiet for a while, enthralled with the quiet animation on the screen. "You know," she whispered. "You know about my father, don't you?"

She felt him pause. "Yeah."

"And you know about what happened. Why I left."

He shifted slightly and made her look up at him. "Donna, what did he do? Is he here? If he touched you, I swear to God –."

"No," she shook her head. "It's not…him. I… talked to Louis."

His brows furrowed. "What does Louis have to do…?"

She sighed, changing her mind. "You know what, it doesn't matter. You'll just get angry, and I –."

"Donna. Tell me what happened."

She hesitated before sighing. "He was angry at me. Furious. And the way he…" she bit her lower lip as she shook her head. "I just saw him, Harvey. I saw him in Louis, and he looked like he about to h-hit me."

A dangerous look passed on Harvey's expression. She placed a hand on his arm. "You promised you won't get mad."

"I didn't promise anything, Donna," he almost growled. "That shithead is not going to get away with this."

When he stood up, she immediately blocked his way. "Harvey, it's 2AM! What are you going to do? God, I knew I shouldn't have told you."

"Donna, he almost killed you!" he snapped. "I'm not going to sit here and not do anything about it."

"But I didn't die!" she exclaimed.

"But you could've!" he retorted, surprising her with the fear that was suddenly evident in his eyes. "What if Mike and I didn't get there in time? What would have happened to you?"

She gulped. "Harvey," she slowly said, placing a hand on his chest. "I'm fine. Nothing happened."

He looked away from her eyes and let out a frustrated sigh. Picking up his scotch, he finished it all in one go before heading towards the kitchen. She sighed to herself before walking towards the bedroom. She looked back to see him pour himself another glass before disappearing into the cold room.

Harvey was not one for caring. Everyone in the city knew that. He only showed that side of him to a handful of people who mattered to him, and one of them was sleeping in his bedroom a few steps from where he was standing. He couldn't help but glance over at the closed door before his hands curled up into fists. Donna's face looked haunted earlier as she recalled the events before he came.

Louis.

Her father had left a permanent scar in her life, and Harvey had promised himself that no one will ever touch or hurt her that way ever again if he could help it. Then Louis, who he thought was her friend, proceeds to scare her the way he had never seen before.

He doesn't care if Louis didn't know because he does. He's not going to just sit around and wait for Louis to target Donna again before making his move.

His feet carried him towards the phone, and he was about to dial the man's number when Donna's voice said, "I wouldn't do that if I were you."

Harvey paused, inconspicuously shaking his head. "Would you believe me if I said I was about to call Jessica?"

"No," she answered, suddenly beside him. She took the receiver from his hand and placed it back on its cradle. "Let's just go to sleep, okay? We're both tired."

His head turned towards her. His eyes locking with her serious ones. "I don't want anyone hurting you."

She smiled. "Then no one will."

"Didn't matter earlier."

"You're not superhuman, Harvey," she frowned. "Besides, you know I can take care of myself."

He quietly sighed in defeat. She surprised him by giving him a kiss on the cheek.

"Thank you," she told him, her face near his.

"For what?" he murmured.

"For caring," she replied with a small smile. "You and I both know it's not your area of expertise."

He grinned.

"Come on." She began walking towards the bedroom.

Harvey watched her, noticing how she fit in the apartment that has long been empty with only him residing in it. He wondered if her rule still applied to them after all these years. After all, she was the one inviting him to the bedroom.

"Are you imagining me naked right now? Because I swear to God, Harvey…"

He grinned, shaking his head. "Shut up, will you? It's almost 3AM, and it's like you're using a microphone in here."

"Forever the dramatic one," she quipped. "You should audition sometimes."

"Nah, that's your area of expertise."

She laughed, a carefree one he hadn't heard in a while.

Harvey Specter wasn't one for caring.

But he certainly cared about Donna Paulsen.