Author's Note: This story isn't beta-read yet. And since English is my second language, there might be some mistakes in grammar and punctuation for which I like to apologize in advance. Please, feel free to point them all out to me in the feedback. Although, if anyone is interested in beta-reading this, please let me know.

Disclaimer: They do not belong to me.

Okay, let's take this to the next level.

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Somewhere in the back of his alcohol clouded mind, Harvey hears the elevator ding loud and clear through the darkness of the Pearson Specter Litt office floor.

He's dropped his expensive suit jacked and his tie, the top few buttons of his shirt are undone and there's a half empty bottle of unreasonably expensive single malt scotch on his coffee table. And for the split of a second, he actually thinks it is Donna, who's back at the office to tell him that she has made a mistake and that she would never leave him to go work for Louis.

But as he hears the familiar steps of high heels on marble floor approach over the quiet sound of his Miles Davis record, he can tell it isn't Donna. It is Jessica, who, he keeps forgetting, likes to retreat to the easy silence of her office afterhours even more than he does.

She doesn't seem surprised when she sees him on his couch, feet propped up on his coffee table, head leant back and an almost empty glass of single malt in hand. She doesn't wait for him to offer her some of his scotch, but pours herself a glass before she drops heavily into the spot next to him.

He can feel her gaze on him while she takes a sip of his scotch.

"Rough day?"

"Something like that."

She gives him an understanding nod and they sit in companionable silence for a moment and he's grateful for that because he thinks he's had too much to drink for a conversation with Jessica. And then he doesn't know whether it is the alcohol, his overall fragile emotional state or that Jessica actually had confided in him over her recently broken relationship with Jeff Malone, but his voice doesn't sound like his at all when he says,

"I slept with Donna."

And when he looks at her then, for the first time in ever, Jessica actually looks taken aback by his statement. And he thinks that he would find this extremely funny, if the circumstances were any different, because he has never seen her so surprised as in this moment. And she's probably the most unfazed person he knows, but this isn't at all what she has expected him to say.

"What?" And she actually shakes her head in disbelief.

"When?"

"Twelve years ago", he says as he takes another sip of his scotch.

"Okay-", Jessica says slowly, stretching the word, as if her brain is still calculating the odds of him saying something like that. Harvey frowns at her and as he doesn't continue she says,

"What am I missing?"

"Twelve years- But now she's going to go work for Louis because of it."

And suddenly, her voice sounds alert, because, of course, now this concerns her business. And he would find this extremely funny too, because Jessica is probably the only person he knows, who's even less in touch with her own feelings, than he is.

"Harvey, what did you do?"

And the expensive scotch tastes bitter in the back of his throat when he says,

"I told her that I love her."

"Twelve years ago?"

Harvey frowns at her again.

"Two days ago."

And even if it still takes her uncharacteristically long to catch up, Harvey can finally see concern register on her face. Her voice is soft again when she says,

"I'm sorry, Harvey."