A few hours later, Harvey woke Donna up, gently kissing her on the forehead and telling her it was time to get up. Sunlight streamed into the bedroom through the gap in the blinds, lighting her long hair on fire and bringing it to life. She opened her eyes slowly, traces of makeup still on her face from the day before and despite the fact that she was dressed in just one of his T-shirts with her hair unbrushed, Harvey didn't think she'd ever looked more beautiful.

'What?' she laughed, catching him staring at her.

Harvey just smiled, wanting to keep that thought for himself before he got up himself. He was feeling slightly more refreshed than he had earlier, having managed to sleep for a couple of hours, and decided to make some breakfast for the pair of them. It wasn't a meal either of them typically ate, what with their early morning lifestyles, but he decided it was important that Donna get some food in her in preparation for a day which he was sure would be hard for her.

Donna herself had almost fallen back asleep after Harvey had gone into the kitchen, but the smell of eggs and bacon cooking dragged her out of bed. Seeing Harvey cooking in the morning was the snapshot of domestic bliss that Donna loved and she found herself imagining a little Donna running around by his feet while she carried a mini-Harvey in her arms. The thought surprised her as she'd never considered herself a maternal person before, but Harvey made her think like that. It wasn't a conversation they'd ever seriously had, but now wasn't the time so she pushed the thought away. She knew it had to be done, but she was dreading going to the police.

Harvey placed a plate down in front of her, the eggs still steaming and cooked exactly how she liked them. She smiled her thanks and picked up her fork, ready to grab a bite when he told her that Ray was coming to pick them up in 40 minutes. Immediately, her stomach turned and the food suddenly looked unappetising, the very thought of eating making her feel slightly sick. However with Harvey watching her, she didn't feel as though she had a choice but to force down a few mouthfuls. She had to put the fork down after that and she tried to duck into the bathroom straight after, trying to avoid Harvey's disapproving look.

'Donna? What's wrong?'

'Nothing, Harvey, I'm just not hungry.'

Something in the way she was avoiding his gaze told him that wasn't the full truth, but he was wary of pushing her too hard. He knew that, though she was putting on a brave face, what had happened last night had really shaken her and Donna wasn't always as strong as she looked.

'Is it the police?' He took her silence as a 'yes'. 'I promise they'll only try to help. We're all on the same side, Donna, and that's yours. The sooner we tell them what happened, the sooner we can see him locked back up,' he reasoned, smiling reassuringly at his girlfriend.

Donna nodded, knowing full well that he was right. This was his area of expertise and she had to trust him.

…

Donna had always been one to express herself through her clothing, whether it be through her designer dresses that she wore to work or her god awful emo phase in her teens, which was even more god awful than the god awful dinner party that she and Harvey refused to speak of. Today was exactly the same, except for the bruises on her face and arms which she wanted to hide, but Harvey advised her against doing so because they'd need the evidence. She didn't straighten her hair, letting it fall down her shoulders in soft waves and hide the marks on her cheek where the man had slapped her and chose a dark red shirt-dress with short sleeves, throwing a brown blazer over the top which could hide the rest of her bruises until they got to the station.

Leaving the apartment was harder than she thought it would be, stepping into the street sending her into a slight panic and she found herself turning her head around looking for someone coming at her again. Sensing her anxiety, Harvey slipped his hand into hers wordlessly and led her to the car, letting her go in first before him. From then, he didn't let go of her hand until she was led away from him by a police officer (female, which he thought Donna would appreciate) to make her statement.

…

'Hi, Donna. I'm Sergeant Rivers and I'm currently working on the Stephen Huntley case, so I thought it would be best if I spoke to you today. Is that ok?'

Donna nodded, immediately liking this woman sitting opposite her. Like her, she sensed that Sergeant Rivers took pride in her work, which she gathered from her immaculate hair and uniform which had clearly been freshly pressed that morning.

'Ok, you can start whenever you're ready.' she smiled reassuringly, wanting to make Donna feel as comfortable as possible.

She told her everything, starting with walking home with Jessica up until she made it back to the firm.

'And the gun? What did you do with the gun?' Sergeant Rivers asked when Donna had finished.

She froze. The gun.

The one piece of evidence she could've brought to the police. The one thing that would've tied those men to Stephen Huntley.

And she'd lost it.

'Umm, I'm not sure.' For the first time in her life, Donna didn't know what to say. 'I just remember running with it. I must've dropped it somewhere- I'm so sorry.'

A flicker of disappointment crossed the sergeant's face, though she quickly covered it up.

'Ok. Well, if that's everything, Donna, I'll let you get back to your day.'

She stayed in the interview room long after the Sergeant had left, cursing herself for having dropped the gun which the men would almost certainly have retrieved by now, for so long that eventually Harvey came and found her.

'Hey,' he said quietly, placing a hand gently on her shoulder so as not to startle her.

'Can we go home?' Donna looked up at him with big, pleading eyes that were beginning to fill with tears, and Harvey couldn't bring himself to do anything but nod and take her back to the car where Ray was waiting.