I'm sorry for the late update, I've been pretty busy. I'd like to thank each and every one of you for your great reviews, they are the biggest inspiration. This chapter was supposed to include the whole day, but I managed to break it into two, the other part being still in the writing process. Enjoy!

Donna's last interaction with Harvey was disturbing her; the simple kiss he had planted on her cheek was playing over and over in her head as she showered. Harvey was not someone who does that, and she can't ignore the butterflies in her stomach. She always knew that Harvey was a caring person underneath his entire 'best closer' facade, but for him to display it was scary to her, a push down the 'I'm not in love with Harvey' stairs, making her fall for him even more when she least expected it. Because yes a part of her was in love with him, but her self preservation instinct and rationality always told her that she wasn't. Like she said, it's complicated.

She had to stop thinking about this, so she decides to go for a walk in the city, maybe do some shopping. She notices then Harvey had left her his credit card on the coffee table. She smiles at its sight, before grabbing it and heading out. I guess more shoes wouldn't hurt, she thought to herself. And oh they didn't. She has become such a professional shopper; it took her a few minutes to buy half of the store. She flinched as she heard the woman saying: "Thank you for shopping here Mrs. Specter" as she handed her Harvey's credit card. She had gotten used to it, but somehow today it sounded different, especially after having spent the night in the same house as Harvey. She curses under her breath her brain for over-thinking and starts panicking as she realizes shopping therapy had failed. It had never did before, except for that time where she got fired.

As she walks out of the shop, wondering what to do next to ease her mind, her cell phone rings, displaying Harvey's name on its screen. "How did it go?" she asks quickly, without even greeting him. She hears him expire at the other end. Damn it! It didn't go as planned, she thinks immediately. "Well, he's a pain in the ass if that's what you're asking. I managed to get him hooked, he had agreed for lunch in half an hour" Harvey answers. Donna asks him then: "Well that's great, why aren't you happy?" He takes a moment before answering: "Maybe it has to do with the fact that I really don't want to have lunch with an 80 years old dude just because he's too stubborn to understand that I'm right from the first approach"

She laughs then, his overconfidence was always delightful to her."Alsooo" he continues, stretching the word in a way that made her imagine him tilt his head, "I was hoping to catch you for lunch. Where are you anyways?"he asks. She freezes at his words. Since when does Harvey HOPE for something? And since when it is about lunch with me? the voice in her head was screaming. "Earth to Donna" the voice on the other line says. "Oh I'm just shopping" she quickly answers back. "I was wondering what would distract you from me" he says, his voice as flirty and dreamy as ever.

She thanks god he wasn't in front of her to see here turn red. She doesn't know what to say, and mumbles: "And we can have dinner instead. If you want to" She hates how troubled he made her, and how much it showed in her words. "I do. And you promised me some strip poker" he keeps teasing. "BYE Harvey. Let me know how it goes" Donna replies, quickly hanging up, afraid of what words might come out of her mouth.

Harvey hung up and smiled unconsciously at his phone, before quickly wiping the smile out of his face. Donna always manages to make him smile, but it's usually due to her wit and sassiness. This time it was the simple idea of spending time with her that was putting him in such a good mood. Of course he'd love to play some strip poker with her; he can't deny he has already thought about it and about how dangerously sexy Donna would be, but a simple dinner with drinks would suffice. It hits him now, how she was the only woman with whom quality time was enough.

As he wonders around trying to kill time until his lunch, he spots a splendid diamond necklace in a shop's window and decides to buy it for her. He knows it is a bit too much, especially coming from him, but he wanted to thank her for always being there, by giving more than his credit card; a gift of his choice. It was classy, elegant, and breathtaking, just like her. His smile widens as he imagines how surprised she would be when she sees; and damn it was difficult to surprise this woman.

Donna walks aimlessly between flocks of people quickly trying to reach their destination. Her train of thoughts is disturbed by a voice from behind. "Donna Evelyn Paulsen?" she freezes. She recognizes this voice, but no it couldn't be. She keeps walking, only to hear again: "Donna is that you?" This time she can't pretend not to hear him, she could feel his presence behind her. She breathes out, and turns to face him. "Danny. Hello" she replies formally, plastering a smile on her face.

5 years before

"Does he treat you well?" Harvey asked, as they were working late one night, taking a sip out of his whiskey glass before putting it back on the table. Donna raises her eyebrows in surprise, putting a file back where it belongs and wondering what triggered that question now. She had been seeing Danny for almost a year now, the longest she's ever been in a relationship (if you excluded hers with Harvey of course). She swallows, a simple "Yes" coming out of her mouth, her gaze avoiding his. He's looking deeply at her, trying to make eye contact with her, studying her every line. "Like you deserve?" he continues. This time she looks at him in the eye, her body shivering at how his eyes were anxiously waiting for her response. She breathes in again: "Yes"

He winces in pain, the motion of his tighten jaw reflected in her as a sudden squeeze in her heart. He looks away when he sees that she caught his discomfort. "Does he make you happy?" he pushes again. She stands up from the couch facing him, her hands flying in the air. "What is this Harvey? 21 questions? Where is this coming from?" she asks, irritated. His questions were raising doubts she had put to sleep a long time ago, doubts about her and Harvey, what they are, and what they could be.

"Donna, does he?" he repeats patiently, although she could see he was about to lose it. "Yes" she answers, the tone in her voice suggesting otherwise. "Ok" he simply answers. "That's all you have to say?" she asks, a hint of disappointment in her voice. "Do you want me to say more?" he stares at her, half defeated half hopeful. She doesn't respond. He murmurs to himself, low enough for her not to hear "That's what I thought".

They didn't talk about it again. One night as she was with Danny and had a bit too much to drink, she lost control and admitted to Danny the possibility of her having feelings for Harvey during a game of confessions. He had left her then and there, claiming he always knew there was something between her and Harvey. That night she went to Harvey's, drunk and angry.

"Donna, what are you…? Are you okay?" Harvey says as he opens the door to find a drunken Donna standing. He could see she was mad. She walks in furiously, her shoulder clashing into his. "You had to do it didn't you? You just had to ruin it!" she was screaming, he was confused. "What did I do?!" he asks, shrugging his shoulders. "You just had to ask me about me and Danny, pretend to care" she was shivering with anger, and Harvey wanted her to calm down. He stepped closer to her: "I do. I do care" he answers softly, his hands barely touching her arms. "Don't touch me" she shouts, her lips shaking.

She was going to break. He doesn't let her go. Instead, his grip tightens on her arms as she pushes him away, before he pulls her into a hug. She crumbles then, tears streaming down her face, her body finally surrendering to Harvey's strength. "He left me" she whispers. His hand caresses her hair, his fingers moving through their soft texture. "I'm sorry" he answers, holding her even closer. She was falling asleep on his shoulder; he could feel her head getting heavier by the minute. He pulled her off the floor then, carrying her to his bed, where he undressed her and helped her put on one of his t-shirts, before he watched her drift into deep sleep.

He couldn't sleep that night, lying on his sofa, thinking about how fragile she looked, what an idiot Danny was for letting her go, not quite understanding, actually refusing to understand, how the failure of their relationship was caused by him. The next morning she apologized for storming in, repeated that she didn't want to talk about it, and thanked him for taking care of her. It was just one more thing to add on the 'do not talk about it' list. He never knew what happened that night.

Present day

"You look amazing" Danny says, his eyes studying her body. "Thanks. So what are you doing here?" she diverts the topic, trying to avoid the awkwardness of the situation. "Business trip" he answers quickly. "What about you?" he continues. "Same" she simply answers. The less details the better, she thought to herself. He was intrigued by her mysterious response. "Do you want to grab lunch? Look I know this is weird, but it could be nice to catch up" he suggests. She doesn't know why she agrees.

At lunch, they sat in a small bistro with specialty sandwiches. He updated her about his life, basically the same as before, except more work was in the equation, as he got promoted in his firm. He wasn't seeing anyone, he went out with a couple women after her, none compared to her. "What about you? Still working at Pearson Hardman?" he asks "Yeah, Pearson Specter now" she smiles as she says it proudly. "Oh so he finally did it huh? And what are you doing in Vegas?" he asks curiously. "Actually, Harvey has a business trip here, and I came to help" she answers casually, trying to avoid his eyes at the last words.

He chuckles then, softly saying: "It is okay Donna, you can tell me you two are together. It is nothing new". He bites into his sandwich. "We're not" she shrugs, as she sips from her drink. "You've always been" he simply states. Her phone rings then, displaying Harvey's name on the screen. "Excuse me I have to take this" she says as she walks away from the table.

"Hey you", he says, cheerily as ever. "Guess who Pearson Specter's newest client is?" he asks, his voice dancing with happiness. "You did it" she states, her smile widening. "Of course I did, I knocked him off his feet! I'll tell you about it when I see you, well assuming you don't magically already know" he answers. She laughs as she informs him she would be back in about 40 minutes. She sits back, as Danny depicts her face. "Good news?" he asks. "Great news" she says, as she smiles at him. Lunch was wrapped with him wishing her and Harvey the best, hoping to see her soon. "Take care Danny" was all she managed to say.

She walks into Jessica's apartment and finds him standing at the balcony, a drink in his hand, his eyes on the horizon. She joins him there, pouring herself a drink. "Hey" she softly greats as he turns around to face her. He smiles at her, greeting her back. "How was shopping? Find anything?" he asks. She answers him: "Do you have to ask?" as he chuckles at her words. "How was lunch?" she asked, "Tell me all about it". He starts one of his epic winning stories he loves to tell to her, his eyes flickering with excitement, painting her the scene in such details she felt she was there. "…so that is why I would advise you to sign this now. And he did" he ends the story with his big Specter grin. She smiles, rising her glass to him "You did it", her eyes locking with his. "We did it" he insists, as they both feel the burn of the expensive whiskey down their throat.

"I ran into Danny" she blurts out. When he doesn't respond, she continues: "Had lunch with him actually" Poker face. "Danny danny?" he asks, hesitantly. She nods in agreement."I hated that guy" he states. "You hate all the guys I go out with" she accuses. He smiles in offense: "That is not true! He's a douche bag investment banker, I think that says enough". She chuckles at his investment bankers' hate. "It's always something Harvey. Investment banker, artist, talks too much, bad in bed"she mumbles. "Your words not mine" he teases. A silence follows, Harvey feeling the need to fill it: "Well you deserve better Donna. You always do" he states matter-of-factly. She smiles: "Danny and me are never happening anyway". He wants to say good, or perfect even, but he just announces his big plans for the night.

"I trust you brought a fancy dress with you. Wear it, we're having dinner in this amazing place, followed by some high class casino gambling, and maybe some of that one on one action you promised me" he winks. "I did not promise you anything Specter! Keep dreaming. But there's this place I want us to go to after casino. I'm not saying anything; just get some casual clothes in the car." she replies, excited. "Okay boss" he answers, "you know I usually don't like being kept out in the dark"

She steps closer to him, whispering softly: "Oh but a lot of things can happen in the dark you know" she flirtingly suggests, leaving him staring at her from the balcony, as she walks in to prepare herself for the night.

Thank you for reading this. Please let me know what you think, especially about the flashback, it's my first time writing one. Also, let me know if you appreciate the amount of details or would prefer less (or more). Thanks again, keep reviewing!

-G