Hi folks! Sorry this has taken so long. I'm a slow writer, and this bit of the story is pretty long. So, I decided to break it up into two parts. The 'interesting' bit of the 'other time' is coming up in the next chapter. (I never thought the series would spell it all out before I finished my version!) Hopefully, you've stuck with it this far, so you're willing to stick around a little longer. Thank you so much for reading!

It's 8:30 on a Friday night. Harvey and Donna are unpacking the last box of records and organizing them on the shelves in Harvey's new office. They officially start back at Pearson Hardman on Monday. After their time at the DA's office, the hectic pace of corporate law will seem like a vacation. Donna pours two glasses of red wine and hands one to Harvey.

"Last box, huh?"

"Yeah. Feels good to be back. Happy with your desk? Need anything?"

"All good. This is much nicer than that particle board piece of shit I had at the DA's office."

Harvey looks around the office, and then at his secretary. "You know Donna, I think this calls for a celebration."

She grins widely. "Should I get the can opener?"

"No. This calls for something big." He pauses for a moment. "Let's get dinner. There's this jazz club downtown. Great food, and a killer house band."

"Sounds like a plan. Though we should finish this first. Can't let perfectly good Shiraz go to waste." Donna holds up the freshly opened bottle of wine.

They finish unpacking the records, and polish off the wine. With a slight glow on their cheeks, they take the elevator down and catch a cab.

Arriving at the club, Harvey pays the driver and walks around to open the car door for Donna. As they walk up to the club, he offers her his arm, she takes it.

"So, maybe I missed it. At what point during that cab ride did you suddenly turn into a gentleman?"

Looking slightly offended, Harvey replies: "I'm always a gentleman. I just never act like one."

When they enter the club, a curvy redhead in a green vintage evening gown greets them at the hostess stand. Her impressive dress is put to shame by the club itself. The decor gives the effect of stepping 70 or 80 years into the past.

"Harvey! Back again! It's great to see you." The redhead moves around the hostess stand to hug him. "Who's you're lovely friend here?"

"Kitty. This is Donna. Donna, meet Kitty. She owns this place. Used to be a theatre back in the 30s. She had it restored and converted into a club."

"Wow. It's beautiful." Donna says, staring at the intricately detailed ceiling.

"Wait. Is this THE Donna? The one you are always on about?"

The question grabs Donna's attention. Her eyes shoot over to Harvey, who suddenly looks uncomfortable.

"Yes, Kitty. This is my secretary, Donna. Whom I work very closely with. Which is why I may have mentioned her once or twice." He says the words very carefully, and looks directly into Kitty's eyes.

"Ah. Well. It's really lovely to meet you Donna. Shall I seat you in Harvey's usual booth?" Kitty asks.

"Sounds great. Thanks." She replies with a smile.

Still gazing around at the beautifully restored building, Donna allows Harvey to lead her through the maze of tables. Once Kitty is a few feet ahead of them, Donna leans over and whispers in his ear.

"So I'm THE Donna? How much have you told her about me?"

"Look. It's nothing. I come here and talk to Kitty sometimes to let off steam. I must have mentioned you in passing. You know, while talking about work. Can we just drop it? We're here to celebrate, right?"

"Alright. I'll let it slide - for now."

Kitty shows them to the booth and introduces their server, saying that she would love to take care of them herself, but she has another set in 20 minutes. As the evening progresses, Harvey and Donna enjoy three excellent courses and dessert; all accompanied by Kitty and her 30 piece orchestra.

Tonight is "Tin Pan Alley Night". While Kitty works her way through Gershwin, Porter and Berlin; Harvey and Donna work their way through Malbec, Cabernet Sauvignon, and Redbreast Irish whiskey. They talk and laugh and sing along with the music. As the glasses pile up on the table, they sit closer and closer to one another. Eventually the band finishes their last set, the bartenders shout for last call, and Harvey and Donna stumble out to the sidewalk in search of a cab.

"You know Donna, I had a lot of fun tonight." Harvey slurs.

"Me too. But it's not over yet!"

Donna reaches under the scooped neckline of her navy blue dress to retrieve a flask from the left cup of her bra. After a long swig, she hands the silver flask to Harvey.

"Seriously? In your bra?" he asks as he flips back the cap.

"Fucking right! There's a reason it's called Redbreast!" Donna leans heavily on Harvey, laughing hysterically at her own terrible joke.

"Oh. Ha Ha. You're a redhead...and it was in your bra. You're so goddamn funny, Donna." Harvey says sarcastically.

"Oh screw you, Harvey. I was going to ask you back to my place so we could drink your birthday present...but if you're going to be an ass, you can just go home."

Slipping an arm around her waist, and speaking in what he hopes is an ingratiating tone, he says: "My birthday present? That's four months away. Why do you have it now?"

"Because I plan ahead, mother fucker. Look, do you want to go drink 200th Anniversary Johnnie Walker and watch 'Casablanca', or not?"

"Scotch and Bogey?" He says excitedly. After a pause he pulls her in close and says: "Donna, I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship."

"Shut up and get us a goddamn cab."