He figures he most definitely needs a written or verbal confession - anything that can help him get what he needs and he's not leaving here without it. He's heard enough about Harvey Specter - New York city's best closer - to know that he's probably got a few tricks up his sleeve to get the odds in his favour. He's not in the mood to play another it's my word against his game. But then again he also has his own methods to use as a power play and she's currently unconscious and completely at his mercy behind them.
Harvey doesn't care what demands are thrown his way, he's just glad the attention is off Donna but his concern remains written in bold writing across his face. There's no way in hell he is letting Porch off scot-free but he figures he'll simply agree to his demands now and retaliate later when the balls are in his hands. The man is beyond intoxicated and his eyes are glazed - all signs that he's not thinking straight because there's a solid case and a fair fight in court that plays against Porch and so no half assed attempt at revenge or no forced confession is going to hold up in front of the bar. He's not worried about that. He's worried about Donna and she's still no where close to safe.
He reckons he could fight a good fight - he's had enough rounds in the ring to know how to throw a punch. But the chances of that are close to zero when you throw a gun into the mix.
Harvey's in the midst of writing a 'confession' and he's aware he needs to make this realistic and cut out the dramatics. He knows Porch's plan isn't going to hold up but he's also no idiot. Alcohol induced or not he'll know when he's being played for a fool and Harvey's not taking any chances. His face morphs into a small smile as his mind drifts from thoughts of dramatism to Donna as his mind replays her fake crying antics and how's she's countlessly taken his breath away when she's up on the stage. She might not know it but he's never ever missed one. The smile is unnoticeable when it falls as quick as it appears when he takes in his current situation. He promises himself that when, if, they get out of here he's going to get her to audition for the play she's had her eyes on for a while. He'll find a way to convince her. Heck, he'll even take on the role of COO if it means he gets to see a smile on her face - she belongs on the stage and he's sure as shit going to make sure she knows it.
His mind is jolted back to the present when he notices Porch making his way to the tumbler of scotch in the centre of his office. He outwardly flinches when he takes a couple of swings straight from the bottle. It's a recipe for impending disaster and his mind enters another fit of unrest as he tries to will his hands to stop quivering.
It's not long before he's done. Porch's face morphing into a satisfied grin at the thought of Harvey's signed fate in his hands. But the sound of Donna regaining consciousness is enough to get him to refocus his attention back to her.
In a drunken haze Porch comments, "maybe we can make things a little bit more fun in here." Harvey feels the panic attack brewing in the pits of his stomach as he realises that things are about to get a whole lot worse before they get better.
Harvey rises now. "You got what you wanted now get the fuck out of here!" There's enough anger in his voice but the crack in his voice betrays his faux portrayal of confidence and Porch laughs at his pathetic attempt.
Donna attempts to lift herself off the floor. She feels something warm edging down her temple and she hesitantly lifts her hand to her face to assess the damage. Her hands come back drenched in red and she feels something akin to dread as she tries to understand what the hell happened. She lifts herself of the floor, struggling to keep her balance and she grabs on to what she thinks is Harvey's desk for support.
Her vision is blurry, a maze of bright colours and she thinks it's her mind playing games on her. She feels the tight, possessive grip on her upper arm just below her shoulders before she sees it. She shudders as a reflex and makes an attempt to recoil away from the unyielding clasp when she feels it trail down her arm, the small hairs on her arms rising.
Harvey's eyes are glazed with an undefined level of fury and anger and he's visibly seething. His blood is boiling and he feels as if he's acting out of auto when he finds himself beside her. His fisted hand connects hard with Porch's jaw and it's stings relentlessly upon contact. It's effective in getting the brute's filthy hands off of her as he finds him sprawled out on the floor, his right hand grabbing his jaw in response to the jolt of pain that had just shot up through it.
It wasn't hard to avoid Porch's attention. He was drunk and he'd wrongly narrowed his attention on her. His tunnel vision had caused him to fail to consider Harvey approaching him.
The lawyer, too, is blinded by his anger and his guilt levels are rising when he realises that he's failed her - he'd promised her he wouldn't let anything happen to her but he can't get past the fact that she's hurt yet again and that it's always because of him.
Harvey's eyes are darting over her, gazing for any other injuries that he might have missed. He visibly relaxes, lifting his hands through her ruffled hair and soothingly letting them travel down her arms and towards her hands as he tightens his hold on to them reassuringly. He's too late when he realises that the gun still remains firmly within Porch's grip and that he'd failed to consider the consequences of rising to the bait in the midst of his profound anger.
His eyes are fixed upon her and in her attempt to clear her still blurred vision, she's the first to sense danger and notice the levelling of the gun towards Harvey. Before he can comprehend the click of the trigger she's lunged herself protectively in front of Harvey.
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