Hey Suitors,

I'm sorry it took so long to update the story but university kicked my ass the last month. Studying law isn't easy peasy lemon squezzy.
But now I'm back with a new chapter and I hope I can update again soon.

Enjoy it!

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Harvey sighed and poured himself another two fingers Macallan.

He stared out of the window in the dark as the auburn liquid burned in his throat. The taste, the scent everything was so familiar and reminded him of a certain woman.

The woman who was threatened to go to jail.
The woman who was with him every step of the way.
The woman who did everything for him.
The woman who lost faith in him.

At least, he thought that she lost faith in him. Why else would she suggest that Louis should take over her case? Couldn't she see that he would do everything possible to keep her safe?

Harvey had been angry. Nearly furious when she told him her suggestion. It was the last thing he expected from her. Especially from her.

The fact that Donna had made that goddamn fault was bad. But it was nothing that Harvey couldn't fix for her. He is Harvey freaking Specter, New York's best closer. Fixing difficult cases is his job. And damnit, he is good at his job.

But everything was different now.

Donna was charged with fraud and the big problem was that she was guilty. Normally there would be some loopholes but not in this case as it seemed.

Harvey clenched his fist.

And then Donna thought that he should pass the case to Louis as if he wouldn't be able to win it.

The look on her face in his office some hours ago had nearly destroyed him. Her bottom lip had quivered and her eyes had held unshed tears. Harvey could deal with Donnas anger but not when she was sad.

In his office he had been angry and when he studied her tearful face he had become even angrier. No one had the right to make her feel that miserable.

-"I need you to make time!"-

Harvey had shut Donna down and had kicked her out of his office with his harsh words. But he hadn't known what else he should do.

He didn't do the comfort thing. He hadn't ever done and probably won't ever do although it had been hard to keep up his walls when he had looked at Donna.

The patter of rain was audible and Harvey watched countless drops flow down the glass of his windows.

With another sigh followed by a sip of his drink, Harvey removed himself from the window and went back to his coffee table. Files were scattered everywhere. But none of these files seemed to be the key to solve his problem.

Harvey sat down and loosened his tie before he removed it completely and unbuttoned the first few buttons of his white shirt. After another sip he started to study the files in front of him.

As he read the second sentence the silence which surrounded him was interrupted with two knocks on his door.

One quick glance at his watch told him that it was already past midnight. Only a handful of people would have the guts to show up at his doorstep at this time. Harvey got up and walked over to the door.

He instantly hoped it was Mike with a plan to win the case.

But Harvey was wrong.

He opened the door and was greeted with a sight he hadn't expected.

There in front of him on his doorstep stood Donna and looked exhausted…above all. He took her in for a moment. Her white dress was wet and hugged her body like a second skin and clung to her every curve, her red hair was wet too and looked darker now, her face was pale, paler than normally, her make up was smudged and her teeth chattered.

"Donna, what the hell? Did you walk here through the storm?"

Donna chose to ignore this comment and stumbled forward instead. Harvey stepped quickly aside but she followed him anyway. He narrowed his eyes.

"Are you okay?" Great Specter. Harvey all but wanted to roll his eyes at that stupid comment of him. Sometimes he really was an idiot.

Donna still said nothing and that was more than weird. Her posture was different, she looked…well different. She raised her fingers and poked him into his chest accusingly. The moment his secretary and long-time-confidant opened her mouth was a moment of clarity for him.

The smell of alcohol hit his nostrils.

"Why don't you care?" Donna asked him. Her voice slurred as he thought it would be.

She was drunk.

And a hushed voice in his head told him that he was the reason for it.

Harvey tried to ignore her accusing gesture and shut the door behind her. "What do you want from me, Donna?" He left her standing alone in the hallway and made his way over to his coffee table where his Macallan waited for him. He had the feeling that he would need it.

Donna stumbled after him, Harvey heard her heels clicking on the hardwood floor. How can she even walk with them when she is drunk?

"You know what I want from you!" She stated angrily.

"And you know that I can't give you what you are asking for." Harvey said and he chose not to face her. He simply didn't want to.

"Why are you acting like a dick? I know I made a really big mistake and I am sorry for being so goddamn stupid."

Harvey knew that Donna was furious, he could feel her eyes burning holes into his back.

"But it seems that's not enough for the great Harvey Specter!"

Okay, it was enough now. Harvey turned around and locked eyes with her. His facial expression was hard.

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"It means that you are punishing me because I made a goddamn fault! You treat me like I am your worst enemy and you know I deserve better!" She shouted and Harvey sighed.

"Donna, you are not my enemy. You-"

"Then why do you behave like an asshole?" The furious redhead cut him off. "Why do you act like you don't care at all?"

Anger bubbled in Harveys veins but he tried to stay cool. "I already told you that I don't have time to comfort you. I need to fix this and I can't allow you to distract me." He told her calmly although he wanted to shout at her because he cared. Damnit.

Donna stared at him full of disbelief. She opened her mouth but Harvey cut her off this time.

"No, Donna stop it. I am your lawyer right now and I will not treat you different than my other clients. I told you before and I will tell you again: If you want a hug then go to Louis but if you want me to help you out of this mess, you need to let me do my work." Harvey stated.

His fiery secretary closed her mouth and stared at the wooden floor. Harvey knew that his comment hit deep and he had said it through gritted teeth because with Donna everything was different. But he couldn't tell her that. Although he longed to.

Harvey's gaze followed her as she made her way over to his coffee table and grabbed his tumbler with Macallan. She lifted the tumbler and emptied it in one go before Harvey could stop her.
"Really, Donna?" Drunk-Donna wasn't very reasonable but who could blame her?

Their gazes locked once more. Anger was no longer present at Donnas features. Harvey clenched his fists because of the emptiness in her big brown eyes and her defeated posture.

That's your fault, coward, a voice in his head screamed and he knew that was true.

"What? I d-don't think that my…my situation could get any w-worse right now." Donna mumbled and Harvey snatched the glass form her hand before she would drop it. His fingers brushed hers in the process and he noticed how cold her fingers were. And he also noticed the goosebumps on her pale arms and she shivered lightly because her sleeveless dress was soaked.

Harvey sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose.

The storm was still raging outside and he knew that he couldn't let her go home like this in the middle of the night. Hell, she didn't even bring her bag with her.

"Donna, where is your bag?"

She frowned and looked a little bit confused. "Oh. I-I forgot it at Joe's pro-probably." With that, the redhead stumbled towards his door and nearly tripped over.

"Okay, that's enough." Harvey mumbled to himself and went after her.

"Wait. Donna, stop."

She turned abruptly over and anger flashed across her features once more.

"What? Are you still not done lecturing me?" She hissed.

"It's just…you can't go home like that." He dared to say and earned a snort from her. "I'm perfectly fi-fine, thanks."

"No, you are drunk as hell, you forgot your bag at the bar and you will catch a cold if you go outside in the still raging storm with your drenched clothes." Harvey rambled and sighed afterwards.

"Look…just crash here."

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So, that was the second chapter. What do you think will happen in the next chapter? Will someone make a move? Will feelings be revealed?