Hello, hello.

I recently binged Suits…and well, here we are. In a Darvey hole that I can't seem to get out of.

This is my first time venturing into the Suits fanfiction world, so these voices are still new to me. I also haven't written anything for…over a year? So, I'm a little rusty with writing in general. But, I'm getting there! I even re-learned how to post on for this moment. Big stuff. Alright, I'll shut up. I hope you enjoy.

She feels herself drifting.

With each breath she takes, she drifts further into unconsciousness just like the tide drifts out to sea, her eyes weighing heavier and heavier as she tries her hardest to focus on the words that are on the page she's currently invested in. It was a book recommendation from Samantha actually, she'd shoved into her hands the other day with a promise that it was worth the shot. It wasn't something she'd normally pick off the shelf if she was perusing around her favorite indie bookstore herself, but Samantha had insisted that Gillian Flynn was one hundred percent worth the hype she received.

And as she flipped to page 178, she couldn't help but think that Samantha had been absolutely correct.

She's waiting up for Harvey.

And the only reason she's up this late with her head lost in the pages of a psychological thriller is, in fact, because of Harvey.

Harvey.

The one who'd whisked her out of the office at around six-thirty that evening.

"Okay, it's time for you to head home."

The only thing that cuts through the ache pounding against her skull is his voice. She lifts her head off her desk slowly, not to cause a sudden jolt of pain through her head and finds him standing in the entryway to her office and, even through her blurry vision, she can immediately see the concern in his brown doe eyes.

"I'm fine."

"You're not fine, you've been nursing that headache since noon," he mumbles, stumbling to her side and bending down to her level.

Harvey reaches one of his hands over to grab at her left one. She squeezes weakly against it, when that pressure returns to her temple and her eyes shut together in a wince. He notices, of course he does; she'd put money on him noticing before the wave of pain hit. His free hand rises to her face, his thumb stroking against her temple in his attempt to weaken the agony she was suffering through. His touch helps, his mere presence helped, but she couldn't deny any longer that this migraine wasn't going to just disappear.

"I'm fine, Harvey," she reassures him one more time.

"Donna." His voice is stern, but soft, quiet - he doesn't want to cause her anymore torture than she's already enduring. "It's not up for debate. Ray is downstairs waiting for you, and he's gonna take you home."

"No. No, I have so much I need to finish up still." Donna slips her hand out of his grasp and tries to turn towards her computer, but not before feeling that sudden wave of pressure fill her head once more. "Ow."

"That's it," he says. "Let's go, I'm going to bring you downstairs."

Harvey's quick to help her up to her feet in the most delicate way and it only takes her a couple of seconds to find comfort in the way his arm drapes around her and holds her close. She leans into him instantly, her head nestling perfectly into the crevice of his neck while he grabs her purse and her phone for her before he starts guiding her towards the elevators.

She stays nestled into his side on the descent to the ground floor, head resting comfortable against his shoulder while their fingers stay tangled together between them. Fifty becomes twenty and twenty becomes the lobby, and he walks with purpose as he steers her towards the black Lexus at a standstill in the breakdown lane. He holds her firmly in his grip, his hands resting on both her upper arms as he looks her in the eyes.

"Do you need me to come home with you?"

"No, it's okay, Harvey," she says softly. "I'll be okay."

"You sure?"

"Yeah, you have your deposition in a half hour," she responds.

"I can cancel it if you need me to be home with you."

"I'm a big girl, I can nurse a headache on my own, babe."

He looks at her tentatively; he's trying to look deep into her hazel eyes to detect the lie if it's there. "You're sure?"

"I'm sure."

"Take some painkillers, get into something comfy and hop into bed, okay?"

"Okay," the soft reply escapes her lips.

"I'll be home no later than nine," he says.

"I'm holding you to that, you know."

Harvey leans forward and presses a soft kiss against her temple; it soothes the ache instantly. She wants him to join her at home, to curl up in bed with him while she sleeps the pain away with his arms wrapped around her. But, she knows what he does is important, and that it's important to him. She's not going to ask him to cancel his work so her little headache isn't as unbearable.

Besides, she's Donna.

She can handle a measly little headache on her own.

He helps her into the Lexus and Donna sinks herself down against the leather interior, her hand still holding on to his tightly. He bends down to her level and holds both sides of her face firmly in his grip, but gentle; always gentle.

"Please call me if you need me to leave."

"I will," she nods.

"Promise?"

"I promise," she says feigning annoyance. "Go kick some ass."

"Love you," he smiles.

"I know."

It's far earlier than she was used to escaping the firm, especially on a Friday evening nonetheless, but he knew she'd been running on empty since the week had even began for her five days ago. And when she felt the headache start to take shape earlier that morning, she knew he wasn't going to let her get away with a fourteen hour work day when he caught on to her.

Admittedly, she couldn't really argue with him when he'd popped into her doorway, dropping to his knees and taking her hands in his with the utmost of concern in his eyes and told her it was time for her to get home and rest. She was shocked he let her pretend she was okay for as long as she did, to be honest - she knew he was onto her by noon and she was certain he was going to send her home immediately.

He didn't, much to her surprise, but he knew how stubborn she was and he probably wanted to save them both the argument they knew would have come had he brought it up right away.

She knew she had no argument though when he'd already let her pretend she was okay for seven hours; so, she'd begrudgingly let him whisk her to the elevators, to the car, before he bid her farewell with a kiss to her temple and a promise to be home no later than nine.

But, it was nearing eleven and she hadn't heard from him since.

She fights to stay in the story, the urge to keep turning the pages and dive even deeper into the story is strong. She wants to keep going, see where this tightly weaved and meticulously detailed mystery is heading next, but the words start to become blurry and the paragraphs start to bleed together until she's engulfed in a world of black.

He's careful to make his footsteps as quiet as possible when he finally creeps through the small crack in his door, hours later than the time he'd originally promised her. He hates how easily something in his line of work can change the entire course of his evening in the blink of an eye; especially when his evening was going to involve shitty takeout, a few good movies, and Donna. It'd been the one thing he was looking forward to all week, the only thought keeping him sane throughout his long days, all until an unexpected phone call kept him tied up for more hours than he'd like to admit.

Harvey takes his shoes off his feet by the door, quietly placing them against the hardwood floor in his best effort to not disturb her. It was nearing midnight after all, and the likelihood that she'd fallen asleep was high, even more so given the headache he'd sent her home with. He rounds the corner leading into his open floor plan, finding her exactly as he'd expected to: curled up on his couch with her favorite blanket, her latest book clutched in her grip, her chest rising and falling slowly with each breath she took. He can't help the smile that curls at the corner of his lips just at the mere sight of here; her red hair splayed all around her against the pillow, book open faced against her chest, the old Harvard sweatshirt of his she'd slipped into.

It looked better on her than it ever did on him.

He's drawn to her like a magnet, just like he'd been since the night he met her, his feet easily moving against the hard surface and finding their way towards her resting body. Just the sight of her curled up in sweatpants and one of his old sweatshirts leaves him breathless. She's stunning - she's beautiful, and she has a heart as big as the sea. He doesn't know what he did or how he ended up being so lucky to have this ethereal being in his life, to have her love him just as fiercely as he loved her. He doesn't deserve her, he knows he doesn't, but he wakes up every day thanking his lucky stars that he gets to do this thing called life with Donna by his side.

He reaches a hand out to move a single stray of bright red hair away from her face, palm resting gently against her cheek right after and cradling her face in his grip. Harvey rubs his thumb back and forth gently against her cheek, drawing random patterns against her soft, pale skin. She stirs almost immediately after she feels his touch against her face, eyes squinting against her face and a low hum escaping her closed lips as she tries to come to.

"Harvey?"

He smiles, despite her eyes still being sewn shut. "Hey, sleepy."

"…tim's'it?"

"A little after midnight," he says gently, tracing his thumb underneath her eyes, coaxing her further into consciousness.

Her wide eyes meet his then, that hazel shade he loved so much finally staring back at him. He couldn't help the grin on his face that grew wider just at the sight of her, his thumb still generously tracing random patterns softly against her soft skin.

He loved the fast-moving pace of the firm, he loved the hustle he had to power through everyday in order for him to achieve the results he needed to. It energized him, it gave him purpose; the loud traffic below his office, the harsh words and empty promises - he lived for that. But, he can't deny these quiet moments with her energize him in an entirely different way. They're soft, tender; so full of love and joy and unspoken promises that he knew were going to last a lifetime.

"You're a liar."

"You're going to have to be more specific," he adds, taking his hand to push a few of her copper strands out of her eyesight.

"You said you'd be home no longer than nine."

"I know," he says quietly, sincerely, barely above a whisper. Donna's hand lifts from her place on her chest, searching for his hand in the open space she'd kept dimly lit. She finds it with little effort, tangling their fingers together and letting their palms rest against each other's tightly. "I'm sorry."

Her eyes soften and he knows that look. He knows that she's silently asking him what happened, what changed, what went wrong. She knows how chaotic the firm can get, how one second everything is on track and how in the next second everything is falling apart. He knows she knows that, but this is their time now, and he really doesn't want the bad evening he had to infiltrate on their evening. Donna uses her free hand to cup the side of his face with her hand, gently grazing against the stubble on his chin with her thumb. "What happened?"

"It's not important."

"Of course it is."

"Not right now, it's not," he says. "How are you feeling?"

"I'm okay."

"Donna."

"Harvey, really. I'm fine!" Her hand falls down from his cheek, and he immediately misses the warmth of her skin against his. "I took a nap and then had some dinner before curling up with my book."

He eyes the copper-haired beauty in front of him. "You're not supposed to be reading with a headache."

"Well, maybe if someone had come home on time," she drawls out slowly with a sly look on her face. "I wouldn't have had to resort to reading as my pastime."

"I suppose I deserved that."

"I took some Advil, too," her voice is quiet, reassuring. "It's much better now, I promise."

"Good. I'm glad you're feeling better." Harvey smiles, thumb still rubbing under the soft skin beneath her eye. "Please, don't try to play Superwoman next time it gets that bad."

"Please, I'm so much better than Superwoman," she scoffs. "I'm Donna."

"Donna."

"I'll tell you it's getting bad next time," Donna confirms with a nod. She finds his eyes and he knows she's serious, knows she's not just telling him to the sake of keeping him happy. "Pinky promise."

He nods at her words, But then he's up, "Scootch over."

"You just can't get enough of me, can you?"

"You caught me." Harvey lays on the edge of the couch and Donna is quick to turn into his side, resting her cheek against his chest and nestling her head into the crevice of his neck. He'd always thought home was the firm, that the people he'd made relationships with over the last decade were his home, his family. But when she curls into him like this, when he feels her breath tickling against his neck, he realizes home was never the firm. Home was and always would be Donna. "I like being this close to you."

"Who wouldn't? I'm awesome."

"Well, I'm glad to see the headache didn't damage that ego of yours."

They fall into an easy silence; silence had always been easy with her. It was never uncomfortable or faltering, just the two of them basking in each other's company. It was always this way, even before they were this. And in some ways, they were always this. He'd never trusted anyone the way he'd trusted her, never put his faith into anyone the way he'd put his faith into her, never knew someone was so irrevocably on his side no matter what until he'd met her.

He'd been an idiot to not tell her how he felt sooner.

He'd been an idiot to not let them have this all along.

"Donna?"

She shifts slightly against him and he feels the friction against his shirt. "Hmm?"

"You're the best thing that's every happened to me, you know."

He feels her smile against him when she says, "I know."