Thank you for the wonderful reviews, they helped me update sooner than expected. For those who noticed, yes I've added the side of "hurt Harvey" we don't get to see often. Let me know if you appreciate seeing that soft side of him with Donna, and enjoy!

His hand rested on her lower back, while his other one held her hand gently, as she wrapped her free arm around his neck, her fingers caressing his hairline. They stared into each other's eyes for minutes in silence, their bodies swaying even after the music stopped. They were standing so close that they felt like one, and Harvey could swear she felt his heartbeat through the layers of clothes.

"Thank you Donna" Harvey says, his eyes not leaving hers, despite the tears that seemed to be forming in his eyes. "Harvey, you don't need to thank me" she says softly, before he continues: "But I do. It's not only about tonight. It's about the last fourteen years. I wouldn't have made it without you, and I know I'm supposed to be the best closer in the city, but the truth is we are the best closer in the city. I would be nothing without you and I'm sorr-" he tries to apologize but she quickly stops him. "Harvey please, stop. I don't want to hear about how you would've turned out without me, in all honesty I can't even imagine how I'd without you. All I know is that we're here, now, and that's enough. Let's focus on that" she says, her voice trembling with emotions.

"Okay" he said, understanding that she knew how grateful he was for her presence in his life. He holds her even closer, as she rests her head on his shoulder, and his lips go down to her exposed neck, leaving a long tender kiss, making her shiver, tightening her grip on his hair. "Okay" he repeats again, burying his face in the crook of her neck. His hands go lower now, and he feels the fabric of her underwear, hugging her perfect ass. She straightens her head to face him now with a warning look, trying to ignore the urge she felt to jump on him right there. "Are you sure you can handle it Specter?" she challenges, and he grins widely as he answers: "Oh yes, I'm really enjoying this". She rapidly teases: "Oh yes you are" referring to his arousal that she now felt against her. "It's not fair" he pouts, "you can't wear that and just expect this" he continues pointing down, "not to happen". "You can just admit I'm too damn sexy" she jokes, "no need for excuses". He laughs and confirms: "You are too damn sexy", her hand caressing his torso.

She stops then as she notices something in the box, a picture out of an album, and walks towards the box to grab it. "What's this?" she asks, before she turns the picture and feels the tears rising in her eyes. It was a picture of her with Gordon and Harvey, at the last Thanksgiving they spent together, Gordon's last Thanksgiving. She stood in the middle, with both men on her sides, hugging her tightly. She remembers that night vividly, and she doesn't think she had enjoyed any dinner as much as this one. It was always such a different experience to get to know Harvey through someone else's eyes, and Gordon was the ideal storyteller. "We had so much fun that night" Harvey seems to be reading her thoughts. "Yeah I laughed so hard at your childhood stories" Donna reminded him. "He kept teasing us about not being together" she added tentatively. Harvey smiled at the thought, before commenting: "He always did that". As he said these words, he thought about the letter he now moved to his bedroom, the one Donna didn't know about. He wondered whether the content of this letter was relevant to the status of his relationship with Donna.

Suddenly a wave of guilt rose in Harvey, and he sat on the couch, remembering the several times he had cancelled his plans with his dad for work. Donna quickly sensed him relapsing, and sat beside him, caressing his arm. "Harvey, don't go to dark places" she urged him, trying to catch his eyes. "I was such a bad son Donna, such a bad son" he said with so much despair that it broke her heart into a million pieces. "Listen to me Harvey!" she said, her voice higher to catch his attention, the hand caressing his arm now clutching it. "You were anything but that. You were a wonderful son Harvey, Gordon never felt neglected" she tried to reason. "I rarely visited, I was so stubborn; putting all my attention on getting my name up the damn wall, and now what do I have? Some iron letters on a wall, an empty house, no dad, nothing" he said, falling apart.

Tears starting streaming down Donna's face, as she took his face into her hands, making him look her in the eyes. "Look at me Harvey! Look me in the eyes. Gordon was proud of you, he told me every day. He used to say he's the proudest father in the whole world. Yes he would've appreciated seeing more but he knew you, you needed that accomplishment, and I'm so sorry, I'm so so sorry that he's not here to celebrate with us" she said, choking on the last words. She felt her fingers on his face getting wet from his tears, realizing it was the first time she sees him crying. Even when his father passed away, he made sure to cry alone, where no one, not even Donna could see him. The tears rolled down faster, his sight so blurry he couldn't see Donna's broken expression in front of him. He felt her thumbs trying to wipe the tears away, before she pulled him in for a hug.

As soon as his face rested in the space between her shoulder and his neck, Harvey let it all out. The few tears he had shed were now turning into sobbing, and all Donna could do was caress his hair, rub his back, and kiss him just above the ear. "It's okay, it's okay" she kept repeating, until he calmed down, his sobs stopping. "Plus, you have to admit he loved talking to me, so he was quite happy you were busy" she tries to joke. A small laugh escapes his lips; "He did love you" he commented. His hand rested on her back, enjoy the comfort of her presence a while longer. "I just need to wash my face" he said, trying to get up. Donna moved to allow him to stand up, sitting on her knees on the couch. Before he walked to the bathroom, Donna held his hand, turning him to face her. She stood on the couch, gaining a position above him.

Her hands went to his hair, that hair she loved to shuffle through. She looked at his teary red eyes, before whispering "It's okay Harvey" She wanted him to know it was okay for him to crumble in front of her; the last thing she needed is an uncomfortable and ashamed Harvey. He closed his eyes for a second, to be surprised by the feeling of her lips on his left eye. She then moved to his right eye where she left a small kiss. He opened his eyes, and the silent words coming out her eyes meant much more than he'd ever heard. She finally went down to his lips, kissing them in one tender yet passionate kiss. Harvey thinks that if a kiss could fix a broken heart, that one would be it. When they parted, he looked at her, a smile on his face and said: "Okay, I'll be right back", walking away to the bathroom.

Donna sat on the couch, thinking about what she had done. He needed it, and she kept repeating to herself she shouldn't expect more. That kiss didn't mean he was ready, she even fears she'd have to wait an even longer time. He walks in again, a thick envelope in his hand. "What's this?" she asks curiously; glad to see that his face had settled in a calm expression.

"Donna there's something I never told you" he starts, as she frowns even more with curiosity. "Dad left a letter, for us" he continues, flashing the envelope that read "To Donna and Harvey" in front of her, seeing the shock on her face.

To be continued…

Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed it! Please let me know what you think, and keep motivating me! As you can all conclude, next chapter will be the letter! I'm going to be pretty busy next week but I'll try to update whenever I get some time. So stay tuned for more, and keep the reviews coming!

-G