I'm sorry Chapter 4 took me so long to post. Life got in the way. :) Thanks for all the encouraging feedback and reviews. I'm working on Chapter 5 already, so hopefully I'll be able to post it much quicker. Happy reading! :)

Donna stepped into the elevator quickly, hoping to avoid anyone else getting in with her. She didn't have enough energy or patience to deal with people. It had taken every ounce of determination she had to get out of bed, and get dressed this morning. She hadn't managed a minute's rest the night before, and all she really wanted was to curl up in bed, pull the covers over her head and remain there, unmoving, possibly for days.

However, she knew how vulnerable the firm was right now, and she couldn't abandon her family in their time of need.

Her family. The thought of her Pearson Specter Litt family usually brought her immense happiness. Today it brought her sadness and a good helping of fear.

Will he be here? She wondered. Well, that's a stupid question, Donna argued with herself. Of course he'll be here.

The question was when would she see him?

As she stepped off he elevator onto the fiftieth floor, she tried to nonchalantly look around the reception area. In addition to not wanting to see Harvey, she didn't particularly want to run into Rachel either. Her best friend was too perceptive by far.

She was nervous and antsy as she walked past reception towards her office.

"Donna." Louis' voice right behind her made her jump, causing her to nearly drop her coffee.

"Louis!" She scolded. "Don't sneak up on me!"

"I wasn't sneaking." Louis said defensively. "I was walking down the hallway. As many of these people are also doing." He swung his arm out, indicating the busy rush of people coming and going around them.

"Fine, Louis, you just started me, that's all. What do you want?"

"We're meeting in my office in two minutes."

Donna felt her stomach plunge. "Who's we?"

"Who do you think?" Louis asked giving her an appraising look. "Us and Harvey, of course. And we should hurry up, he says he has something really important to talk to us about"

Louis speed walked away from her as she slowed to a snail's pace behind him. She was not ready for this. She was not ready to see him. Last night was too fresh. She could still feel his fingerprints on her skin, still hear his ragged groans in her ear. Her body felt flushed and overheated just remembering it. How could she face him?

Louis looked back. "Come on!"

Donna walked slowly after him as his office came into view.

She sucked in a breath when she noticed Harvey, standing straight and tall as always in front of the bank of windows. He was turned away from the door, his broad back was all she could see.

She could hear Louis as he entered his office. "Okay, we're here. What's happening?"

She thought she noticed Harvey's back stiffen slightly as she walked through the door, but she couldn't be sure.

His face, when he finally turned around, was impassive and shielded. She had a very hard time reading him when he was like this. She thought he looked tired, but that was in no way shocking.

Harvey unbuttoned his suit jacket and sat on Louis' couch. "Malik is going to try and have Jessica disbarred."

"Bullshit!" Louis exploded immediately. "I've had more than enough of that piece of shit and he's not going to..."

"Louis!" Harvey cut into his diatribe. "Jessica says she doesn't want to fight it."

"What?!"

Harvey held up a hand, stopping Louis before he could start up again.

"She's determined, Louis. She says no one will care in Chicago and that's where she and Jeff are setting up their life." Harvey paused, and Donna could hear the sadness in his voice in spite of his attempt to hide it. "She's really not coming back."

Louis was quiet, alternating between seething and sad. "So, what do we do, Harvey?" He asked finally.

Harvey stood up, his natural sense of authority kicking in. "Louis, we need you to go over all the financials and figure out how much we're going to spend to buy Jessica out and where that leaves us." He paused. "And Louis, we're not going to lowball her here. We're giving her everything she's worth; and she's priceless." His expression would brook no argument.

Louis nodded and left to get started.

Donna panicked. She couldn't be alone here with Harvey. She started to head out too. "Well, I'll go start the paperwork for the name change and partner dissolution."

Harvey moved in front of her quickly, blocking her escape route.

She stopped abruptly, nearly colliding with him. She really wanted to give him a good scowl, but she also really didn't want to look at him. She settled for frowning at his chin.

"Donna..."

She waited for him to continue. When he didn't, she chanced a glance at him.

It was a mistake.

His gaze was intense and focused. She felt like he was staring through her, exposing her.

Memories of the night before rushed through her. She felt his hands on her skin again, felt the scorching heat of his lips. Her mouth went dry and her body felt heavy with remembered touch.

She shook her head.

"No, Harvey." She said simply.

She wasn't sure what she was saying no to; the memories, talking about last night, feeling like she was going to jump out of her skin; or no to repeating their actions of the night before. But she simply knew she had reached her very frayed end. It was just no.

She skirted around him and practically ran out the door. She could feel his eyes on her as she left, but she told herself that, no, she would not turn around.

Harvey was exhausted as he walked through the massive glass doors into the lobby of the building. He'd gone for a walk around the block, hoping the cool night air would clear his mind a bit. It hadn't. He pinched the bridge of his nose as he made his way to the elevators.

"Jesus, Harvey! We're you waiting down here for me?"

He looked up abruptly as Donna's angry voice carried across the lobby from the elevator she was departing.

Thankfully there was no one around this late at night.

Irritation pricked at him and his voice was angry. "No, Donna, I haven't been sitting here like a stalker waiting for you to come downstairs. I took a walk, but I still have a shit load of work to do, so I'm back."

Donna looked slightly embarrassed. "I see." She said, then fell silent for a moment. "Well, goodnight then." She said finally, and tried to walk quickly past him.

Instinctively, Harvey reached out to grab her wrist as she passed him. He held it loosely, but it halted her nonetheless. They stood like that for a moment, facing in opposite directions, joined by the hold Harvey had on her.

She turned her head slightly, peering over her right shoulder to look down at their hands. Her voice was mildly annoyed and fairly breathless.

"Let go of me, Harvey."

Harvey turned to face her, but kept hold of her wrist. She continued to face away from him.

"Donna, I just…I just want to know if you're okay."

Donna barked out an entirely mirthless laugh. "No, Harvey, I'm not okay." She said in incredulous tones. "I am one hundred percent not okay."

Harvey closed his eyes as she finally faced him, eyes brimming with tears. God, why did he keep doing this to her?

Before he could say anything, she spoke again, her voice quiet and incredibly sad. "Are you still with her?"

Harvey opened his eyes, to stare into her gorgeous hazel gaze which seemed more green than brown at the moment. He tried desperately to find words that would convey all his thoughts and fears and hopes about their relationship. But nothing came out, it was as though a big lump was choking him.

She nodded as though he had spoken anyway.

"So, then just stop. Please."

Harvey made a noise, of protest or apology he wasn't sure. It was strangled by the knot in his throat.

"Do you care about me, Harvey?" Donna asked, desperation creeping into her voice.

Harvey scowled slightly. How could she still need to ask that? "Of course." He said, just managing to push the two words out.

An expression of desperation and pleading filled Donna's features. Her voice was once again soft and full of sadness. "Then, please, Harvey, let me go."

He knew she wasn't talking about the gentle grip he had around her wrist. She wanted him to let her go completely, to let her live a life without the idea of THEM hanging over her. He wanted to stop hurting her, he wanted her to be happy. He wanted to see her smile again, hear her laugh. If he just let things go, pretended that yesterday had never happened, they were sure to get back to friendship at least. Given enough time, couldn't things go back to the place where he at least had pieces of Donna? He had to hope. One by one, he lifted his fingers off her wrist. It fell limply to her side.

A few tears leaked out to run down her cheeks, and Harvey felt his own eyes watering.

"Goodbye, Harvey." She said, and a shiver ran down his spine at the finality in the words and in her tone.

What had he done?