AN: Ok so since I am sort of writing alongside the episodes I figure I'll start explaining the timing of my chapters.

This one basically continues where my last chapter ended, so that would be at the end of 6.02

When they got to his place he immediately put the record back on. Donna took off her coat and walked over to his wine rack.

"Do you still have that Rioja?" She asked, scanning the labels one by one.

"I think so. It should be there." He looked over at her.

"Got it." She pulled out the bottle fully and held it up for him to see.

A small smile reached his lips. He couldn't help it, she seemed so triumphant at finding that specific bottle of wine.

"Join me? Or are you going for something stronger?" She got up and walked straight into his kitchen. Getting herself a glass. She opened the cupboard, which held his wine glasses and then looked back at him, waiting for his answer.

"I'll join you."

He liked that she knew her way around his place. There was so much less to explain.

She took out to glasses and then almost blindly grabbed the corkscrew, before making her way over to the couch. He had already sat down there, the cover still in his hand.

"Here you open it." She stated. Placing the bottle in front of him and holding out the corkscrew for him to take. He placed the cover on the couch next to him, not wanting to risk placing it on the table where the bottle of wine stood. He knew that was pathetic, but he let himself of the hook. He took the corkscrew from her and started on the bottle when a new song started. A single trumpet called out a low but definite challenge to the other instruments, daring them to join him. The bass was first to respond. By the third bar all the instruments had found each other. Though the trumpet and saxophone still seemed to battle for dominance.

"I love this one." Donna said. "It makes me think of autumn."

"It makes me think of rainy days." Harvey remembered his father practising on that riff for weeks on end. The rainy days meaning he couldn't escape the house or that riff. Donna had been completely right; it had been autumn at the time.

Harvey pulled out the cork and filled their glasses. They clinked them together in a toast, before taking a sip.

"Mmmmm this wine is so good." Donna sighed as she leaned back against the couch, closing her eyes.

Did she know Harvey kept stocking it especially for her?

As the night drew on the bottle was emptied. Harvey had put on one of his father's darker albums and switched to a stronger drink. He was getting melancholy.

He was sitting on the ground now, leaning back against the couch, his shins pressing into the coffee table. The cover lay open on his lap, propped up against his legs.

Donna looked down on his neck from her place on the couch. She couldn't help herself and reached out her hand to let her fingers run lightly over his head. Just once.

He didn't shy away. He let it happen.

"It was just a painting." He whispered.

Donna didn't feel the need to say anything. Harvey seemed to be talking to himself.

She got up and went to the bathroom. She had ditched her shoes long ago and enjoyed the soft feel of fluffy carpet around her toes.

When she got back she turned into the kitchen to fix herself another drink. Not really caring to much anymore she grabbed a bottle of wine from the counter which was already open. She wouldn't taste much difference anymore anyway. Not that she was drunk, but she wasn't entirely sober anymore either.

She looked over at him sitting on the floor. He looked almost forlorn.

She took her glass of wine and sat down next to him on the floor.

He looked at her over her shoulder before emptying his own glass and placing it on the table. His eyes moved down to the picture again.

"It was just a painting." He sounded almost exasperated that he couldn't manage to convince himself of his own words.

"But it wasn't though, was it?"

"No"

Even in that tiny word, she could hear his voice breaking. She wrapped her arms around him and he let her pull him into her. His head landed on her shoulder, his own arm draping lightly around her waist.