'Harvey, where's that stack of files I left on your desk earlier?' Donna called as he strode into his office, kissing her on the cheek before he answered her question.

'Over there?' He pointed to the table in the corner of his office, which was covered with papers strewn across it. Donna crossed to pick them up, smirking as she caught him watching her from behind.

'Harvey,' she chastised, 'I thought we said we weren't going to do any of that at work. There are people about, you know, who I'd rather not know that we're, you know…'

'Together?' Harvey smiled, wrapping his arms around her and kissing her again, one hand moving to twist her hair around his fingers and the other stroking down her back.

After a few seconds, she pulled away.

'Harvey!' she scolded, laughing as she tried to step back.

'What?' he smiled cheekily, pulling her closer towards him. 'It's gone 10 o'clock- nobody is here. There's nobody to see us.'

Donna laughed, partly at how cute Harvey was and how much he wanted to kiss her, but also because she still couldn't quite believe that he'd finally asked her out on a proper date a few weeks ago. They'd gone to the bar where they'd first met, where she had first asked to work for him, and it was everything she'd wanted it to be. Despite her tough exterior, Donna loved the fact that he gave her his jacket when she was shivering, and how he'd insisted on paying for the drinks and subsequent meal. She'd had butterflies in her stomach when he'd walked her home with his hand in the small of her back and kissed her goodnight, exactly how it all happened in the plays and films she was so obsessed with. The pair of them had a fairytale love, and she was treasuring every second of it.

'Ahem.'

Donna and Harvey instantly broke apart, smiles vanishing from their faces as they noticed Jessica standing in the doorway. She smiled knowingly at them, but raised her eyebrows sternly at Harvey as if to remind him that he was still at work.

'I'll go,' Donna excused herself and retreated to the bathroom, trying to wipe the smile off her face. She'd waited years for Harvey to realise what they had, and she was absolutely ecstatic about it.

…

'Harvey, do you remember Stephen Huntley?' Jessica asked once Donna had left. Annoyingly, she'd walked in on the pair together trying to hide their relationship from her, as if she hadn't known they'd gotten together days ago. She wasn't Donna, but she wasn't stupid and she'd noticed the grin Harvey had had on face face constantly just lately.

However this wiped it off.

'Of course I do. What's that ass done now?'

Jessica sighed, sitting down on the sofa and gesturing that he do the same.

'He's escaped police custody. They aren't sure how, but he's gone. I waited until now to tell you because I thought you'd have sent Donna home, but I suppose you've been busy.'

Under any other circumstances, they would've laughed at this, but Jessica knew the gravity of the situation. Harvey had hated Huntley for what he'd done, deceiving Donna and turning her into somebody that had been with a murderer. She watched his face for a flicker of emotional any sign of what he was thinking, but he gave nothing away.

'Harvey. I need to know that you won't do anything stupid, and for god's sake don't worry Donna. I'm only telling you because I think you'll be better placed to tell her, but we don't even know where he is. There's no reason to suggest he wants anything to do with her, but just in case, I think it's best you tell her to take a cab home tonight and that she doesn't go out by herself.'

Finally, Harvey broke his silence.

'I'll tell her. Thanks, Jessica.'

She smiled as she stepped out of his office.

'Oh, Harvey?'

He turned to face her.

'Congratulations on you and Donna, I knew it would happen eventually.' She smiled knowingly before closing the door behind her and heading back to her own office with a pile of paperwork to keep her busy for at least another hour.

She left Harvey alone in his office, staring out of the window as he contemplated how he'd tell Donna. Jessica was wrong. There was no way he could tell Donna that Huntley had escaped without worrying her, because there was one thing that nobody else knew about the night she'd confronted him and told him he was fired.