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She strode into his office, rain hammering the windows of the building and reflecting the starlight from outside. Her heels thundered on the hardwood floors, announcing her arrival like a fanfare.

'Donna.'

Now that she knew what he'd done, Stephen's deep British accent which had once made him sound like a British spy, reminded Donna of a Bond villain. For the first time, she saw the way his smile at her arrival didn't quite reach his eyes, which seemed to be filled with dark storm clouds… unless they were just reflecting the night sky.

'Stephen,' she responded, standing a few feet away from him because she couldn't quite bring herself to be anywhere near him, yet she knew she wanted to be the one to tell him that they knew.

He stood up, putting his hands in his pockets and smirked arrogantly at her. 'To what do I owe this pleasure?'

Donna raised an eyebrow and crossed her arms in front of her, staring him down for a few seconds before responding, 'You're fired. You lied. It wasn't Ava Hessington, it was you. You lied and you killed those people, so you're fired and the police are on their way. You're going to prison, Stephen.'

He took a step towards her, while Donna moved away.

'God, I liked you! I actually liked you. For the first time in years I let myself like somebody and you weren't jealous of Harvey and you understood that I work long hours and you were perfect! I could've loved you, Stephen, but you made me somebody that could've loved a murderer.' She faltered at that last part, the old fears that she'd never find anybody who quite understood her creeping back as she stared at the man that she quite possibly hated more than anybody else.

Stephen moved towards her again, and kept stepping forwards as Donna moved back until she hit the wall. A shadow of fear quickly crossed her face before it was replaced with defiance. Stephen smirked, approaching her leisurely. She might've been Donna, but he was quicker and stronger and she knew it.

'We were so good together, Donna. Who was it that told you? Harvey? You don't need to answer that; I know it was him. He loves you. That's why he told you- you do know that, right? He's just jealous.'

'You're not denying it, though,' she replied, trying to disguise the way her voice was starting to shake. Until now, she'd never have been scared of Stephen Huntley, but now that she knew he was a murderer there was no telling what he was capable of.

He laughed.

'No, I don't suppose I am.'

By this point, he'd reached where she was standing and he grabbed both of her wrists, digging his fingers in sharply and pinning her arms to the wall.

'Run away with me, Donna. Come with me, and we'd rule the world. With a beautiful wife at my side, there is nothing I couldn't do. We'd be unstoppable.'

She tried to break free.

'Get off of me! I would never go with you, not after what you did,' she spat.

He laughed again as she tried to shake him off, but his grip was far too tight. Huntley looked her up and down, moving closer to her to pin her back with his body as he took a hand and ran it through her fiery hair.

'Feisty,' he murmured.

'Get the hell away from her!' Harvey yelled as he thundered down the corridor and into the office.

'I'm not done, Donna. I'll be back,' Huntley whispered into her ear before Harvey punched him in the face, sending him crashing onto the floor.

Harvey hit him again in the face and then in the stomach, making sure he couldn't get back up until the police arrived. But then the image of Donna pinned against the wall flashed through his mind and he went blind with rage, beating and kicking Huntley until he passed out.

'Harvey!' Donna screamed as she tried to pull him off, terrified that he would cause serious damage and be accused of assault. 'Harvey, please.'

Her pleading penetrated through Harvey's anger and he stood back, instantly turning around to see if she was ok. He held her face in his hands, turning her gently to check she was unhurt.

'Are you ok?'

She nodded but her shaking hands gave her away as soon as Harvey noticed. He took his suit jacket off, wrapping it around her shoulders before giving her a quick hug.

'You're ok. He won't hurt you, I promise.'

She nodded into his chest, feeling safe in his embrace until she pulled away, reminding the pair of them of the huge distance between them despite their close proximity.

…

Harvey thought about the promise he'd made, the promise he'd thought about every day with the same conviction that he would never let her get hurt, not by Huntley or anybody else. It was his job to protect her, now as her boyfriend but also because, well, it was Donna. She was the most incredible, special woman he'd ever known and if anything ever happened to her, he knew he wouldn't be able to forgive himself.

He thought about how best to tell her, trying to find a way of wording it without worrying her. She'd made him promise not to tell anyone what Stephen Huntley had threatened, wanting to avoid the attention as much as she could. She told Harvey that it didn't matter, that he'd be in prison anyway so it wouldn't matter what he'd threatened, but even Harvey knew it was because she was scared.

And she should have been scared.

Because he was a murderer.

She had been threatened by a murderer, and now she was wandering about the firm by herself.

Crash.