Part 3

Same disclaiming rights applied here :3

Harvey, being the workaholic that he is, stayed past midnight in the office. He still had a bit of reviewing to do before passing the final settlement offer to the other party of the recent merger case that he was working on. Although the meeting will be held in the next two days, he wanted to finish early.

He exhaled a breath that he didn't know that he was holding in and he decided that he needed a break. He stood up and untied his tie and threw it on his desk. Unbuttoning the first two buttons of his shirt, he went to his ball collection and stared through the window there.

Then his cellphone started ringing.

He examined the caller ID first to judge if the midnight caller is worth answering but he immediately pressed the answer button when he saw "Donna Paulsen" flashing. "Donna?"

"Harvey." The voice on the other end of the line was Donna's but something didn't feel the same. Harvey dismissed it as his imagination and continued the conversation.

"What's up?" He casually replied.

"Are you still at the office?" The same monotone kept going. Now Harvey knows that something had happened.

"Yeah." He replied. The dial tone replied to him meaning that Donna had hung up. He couldn't quite put his finger on it but something was wrong.

Donna arrived fifteen minutes after she had called. Harvey was just sitting there on his couch, resuming his break. It was now 12:45am and he opened a bottle of scotch that he kept hidden in one of his drawers. The clickety clack of Donna's heels didn't register to his mind until she knocked on the door and let herself in, thus the clickety clack was now noticed. Harvey was surprised to see Donna back from her date. "I thought you were going to home to Nicky's?" he asked, taking a sip from his fifty year-old malt.

"Didn't happen." She replied. Harvey turned his head to Donna. She looked stunning on the black backless dress that she decided to wear for her and Nicky's dinner. But all that work put into her body was completely obliterated by the sad face that accompanied it.

"Donna." Harvey stood up, about to approach her but for some reason she went into the defensive and made herself inaccessible by stepping away.

"What Harvey? WHAT?!" she suddenly shouted making it evident that there was something troubling her greatly. Harvey was taken aback with a mix of annoyance and discomfort.

The second "what" was accompanied with a forceful shout, as if Donna had released a lump in her throat that she didn't even know was there. She knew she was about to cry but her pride wouldn't allow Donna for Harvey to see her in such a state of... invulnerability. She tried to turn away but Harvey grabbed her wrist.

"Talk to me Donna." He seemed pleading, something Donna hasn't seen in years. But she knew Harvey. He may sound like a boy asking nicely for candy but he will never say that word and that word was something she wanted to hear.

Please, Harvey. She told herself. Say please.

But the suit didn't budge, his ego prevented him to say it. He had always found it hard to say that word because it showed, for him, desperation rather than courtesy. Desperation was something he never liked to show other people but Donna was not just other people.

Nevertheless, he grabbed her arms and spun her toward him. She was already crying and Harvey found it an ugly sight. Not because she was indeed an ugly crier, red nose and all, but because it meant that something horrible had gone and ruined her. She stopped struggling against his grip and sank to his arms.

There was a point when Harvey thought of his beautiful suit being ruined by Donna's tears. It struck him terrible guilt and called himself a bad friend. But he quickly dismissed it and instead focused on the redhead that was pouring her emotions to his chest.

Donna's sobs and gulps broke his heart. It was a dreadful feeling. He knew that he can't help her right now, whatever she was feeling. But he was pretty much determined to find out about the cause. He led them to the couch of his office and handing her his own handkerchief he waited for her to calm down and pull herself together.

After a few minutes, Donna stopped sobbing hysterically and was just staring at the coffee table, Harvey's royal blue Armando Caruso clutched by her nose. Harvey couldn't wait any longer and was about to say her name but Donna's hand was raised causing him to stop. He nodded and just leaned on the couch and turned his head to the windows, browsing the late city night lights.

"Nicky and I are calling the wedding off."

Harvey shot at Donna's direction. His mouth was agape and all that he could do was stare at her, observing her. She was not looking at his direction and was still pretty concentrated on his coffee table. Harvey looked at her. Red eyes, red cheeks, red nose. He pitied her.

"Oh." He finally managed to say. Harvey looked at Donna again. This time she stared back and she nodded. Harvey took this as a signal to ask. "Why?"

"He said I have no more time for him." She started. "He said that I'm so dedicated my job." and the pieces that she has been holding onto to stay together cracked open once more. "He can't have a workaholic as his wife." and those eyes were a waterfall of sadness again. Donna succumbed to her break up depression and cried and cried and cried. Her cries filled Harvey's entire office and through the spaces that separates the door from the wall, her wails escaped through them, too.

He decided that it was not the time to be emotionless. He scooted until he was skin to skin with Donna and he put his arm around her shoulder. By instinct, Donna leaned on his chest and her cries were muffled by his expensive suit.

Harvey gently leaned himself on the couch so Donna would follow without noticing. The inclination, though the moment was not perfect, was perfect to let physical tension disappear joint by joint. He stayed by her until she cried herself to sleep.

He got up, supporting an exhausted and unconscious Donna so she wouldn't wake up and laid her on the couch. He put his coat around her torso and looked at her. Pity was overflowing him for what happened to Donna.

And he couldn't just let it go until he gets to the bottom of this.

But first his friend, probably his only friend needed him by her side. And so from the safe haven that his desk creates for him, he worked under the moonlight keeping his mind of off things.

So Nicky and Donna had just broken up.

I think a fourth chapter would be needed to justify everything.

After all, the break up story was only heard from Donna's side :)