I am so sorry, this is way overdue! My muse and I broke up for a bit, but we're back together now :D
"Harvey, One more thing. He might have checked out clean, but I know that kid is full of shit. Because there may be record of him graduating from Harvard Law, but there is no record of him graduating at any college anywhere on the face of the earth. So I'm going to give you the benefit of the doubt, that you didn't know. Because I don't want to do what I would do if you did. And what you're going to do, is fire that goddamn kid."
This can't be happening, things were finally in a good place again. He stumbles inside his condo, Donna's out on a girls night but she might be back already. He doesn't want to burden her with the bad news but he really needs her right now. He feels his head spinning along with his quaking legs, what is he going to do? He can't fire Mike, it goes against every fibre in his body. He calls out for Donna in a hoarse shout, when he doesn't hear a response he feels dread succumb him. He walks to the Macallan bottle he received from Mike as an engagement gift and pours himself a very generous glass. He's grown to love Mike as a little brother, like his own brother Marcus. He is not going to fire him, he just needs to find a way to keep him at the firm without it costing him his job. Because then not only would he and Mike be out of a job, Donna will be fired as well, and it will be a cold day in hell before he let's Donna get fired.
Throwing back almost half the contents of the glass, he clumsily reaches for his phone and immediately finds her name in his recent calls list. His thumb hovers above her name, he remembers a conversation they had two years ago about him facing his fears and emotions, she had told him that when he felt unsure about the way he was feeling that he talked to her about it, whenever and wherever. With that in mind he presses his thumb down on her name and with a shaking hand he places the phone against his ear. The phone goes over twice before he hears her soft and loving voice, "Hey baby!" He wants to cry and love, the love he has for this woman is beyond anything he has ever known. He takes a deep breath before replying to his fiancee, "Hey." He just wants her home, he just wants to hold her in his arms. "Donna. Can you come home, please?". "Harvey, what is wrong are you okay?" He feels like he's not worthy of his manhood for crying, but it's all been a bit too much for him lately.
First the fight with Donna and then losing her, luckily he got her back forever but it still messed him up pretty badly. Second the whole Clifford Danner case, he was in way over his head and although the result was positive it very well could've end in a very different way and the burden of almost sending an 0innocent man to jail again, this time for life, would've been his undoing if he hadn't had Donna by his side. And now he has to fire Mike, the guy who for the last year has had his back and been by his side through everything, not to forget that Donna calls him their adopted son, which in itself says enough about how Donna feels about him and how much he has wormed his way into their lives. Suddenly realising that he completely spaced out during his inner turmoil when he hears Donna's panicked voice on the phone. "Harvey? Harvey! Are you still there? What is going on? Are you hurt!" Shit he scared her, a scared and panicked Donna is not a good thing, much like when she is stressed she will just yell at people who get in her way and he has no doubt she is sprinting in those painstakingly sexy high heels of hers. Not wanting to worry her he quickly answers her, "There is something that I need to tell you, and I really need your support here and now." He hears a sigh of relief and feels bad for scaring her, "Thank god you're okay! I'm right outside the building Harvey, I'll be right there." The phone line dies as she hangs up and he places the phone behind him, shrugging of his shoes he takes of his coat and vest. He hears the machinery of the elevator move, alerting him of Donna's travel up.
He walks in front of the elevator and when the doors open, he immediately engulfs his fiancee in his arms. Resting his face in the crook of her neck he immediately feels an arm around his neck holding him close, her hand creeps up his neck to his hairline and runs through his hair. Her other arm moves around his waist and with a small pull against his back she presses their bodies tight against one another, normally he would find this extremely arousing but right now all he can think of is holding her in his arms and being held in her arms.
Whispered words tickle the skin on his neck making him shiver, "What is going on?" Her soft concerned voice warms his heart making him raise his head up, he looks into her eyes placing his forehead against hers. "I love you." The hand that was holding him close to her by his waist caresses the stubble on his jaw. "And I love you." He smiles goofily at her, the tears now streaming down his eyes and landing on her face alerting her of their presence. "Harvey, what is going on? I hate seeing you like this. Please talk to me so I can help you." When he nods at her he sees relief wash over her face knowing that now she might be able to help him. He grabs the back of her legs and lifts her off the ground, having done this action quite some times previously although in a different manner, he walks backwards and sits down on the couch placing Donna on his lap.
"It's all a bit too much for me. First I lost you, and only the thought of losing you is enough to mess me up but then the whole situation with Clifford Danner happened and luckily you were by my side for that, otherwise I would have had a whole lot worse then just a bruise. I thought things would go back to normal and we could be happy and start planning the wedding and all, but now…" His voice trails off and he looks away from her eyes and gazes over her with a dreamy look. His hair is all over the place from her running hands and the concern that he has seen in her eyes since she arrived has only grown even more after his 'not very explaining-explanation'.
Biting the bullet and getting it over with he quickly adds, "Jessica knows about Mike and I have to fire him. She's giving me the 'benefit of the doubt' that I didn't know about it. I'm not going to fire him Donna, I can't. I have a plan but it's circumstantial." Realisation, understanding and even more concern are displayed in Donna's eyes, knowing her for more then a decade now and romantically for almost half of that he knows how to read her almost perfectly. "What is your plan?" One of the things he loves the most about Donna is that she's always ready to go and win, which is perfect in a legal workplace and makes her even more perfect for him. He smiles at her and presses her body closer to his causing her to unintentionally grind over him, he feels himself harden slightly but ignores it and answers her question. "I'm going to confront Jessica and tell her that he is not getting fired. That if he goes I go. I can only hope it won't come to that, but if it does, I need you to deny knowing about any of this. I don't want you to lose your job." A chuckle fills the room and he eyes her with a confused look. Donna looks at him sillily, "Harv, we are engaged, we are together almost every second of the day. There is no way you could hide it from me and Jessica knows you wouldn't hide it. We'll just have to go down fighting if it comes to it"
When he looks at her he feels all the stress leave his body and it's replaced with contentment and tiredness, knowing that as long as he has Donna by his side he'll be fine. Softly holding her face in his hands he presses their lips together, their breaths mingle together and he runs his hands up and down her back. Donna has the most amazing body he has ever seen on a woman, and god knows he makes the most of it, but sometimes he doesn't want sex. At times he just wants to hold her and get lost in her eyes and fall asleep to her soft touches, tonight is one of those nights. He pulls his lips away from their favourite place and smiles at her, "Thank you, I don't know what I would do without you." Donna grins impishly at him and he knows he's about to get a very Donna-like comment, "Probably die, you most definitely would be out of a job. Not to mention how this place would look." He lets out a bellowed laugh at that, quite honestly because she's probably right, at least about the place. "It's a good thing then that I have you here. And I wouldn't have this place without you, remember we picked it out together." Surprising her he turns them around so she is laying on her back on the couch and he is laying smugly on top of her.
Before she can react he pushes his hands under her shirt and starts tickling her. The laugh that echoes through the room is heartwarming and it is one that has been on his list of favourite sounds she makes since he first heard it. Through heaps of laughter and a shortage of breath she manages to reply, "Yeah, but it would've found you eventually, this place is like your sanctuary." He stops tickling her for a minute so she can catch her breath and he counters back at her, "Not if I'd be dead or jobless, how could I afford it then?" Grinning cheekily at her before he tickles her again. It's after a minute and a few begs for mercy that he stops tickling her.
He removes himself from her and holds out his hand for her, softly pulling her up from the couch he takes a step back. Grinning impishly on the inside because he knows she'll love this, it's one of her guilty pleasures actually. He kneels down and grins up at her, "Can I escort you to the bed, milady?" A ginormous grin that is reserved for occasions like this adorns the soft skin on her face and she jumps up and down excitedly. "Of course you can, my kind sir." They would probably look like two idiots from an outsiders perspective, one is kneeling on the ground, the other jumping up and down, both grinning like fools. After he is sure she is sitting safely on his back he stands up and runs a few laps around the living room before entering their bedroom jumping face down on the mattress with his fiancee still on his back. The joyous laughter coming from her mouth rids of any discomfort he may have had and crawling up the bed with his 'pig' still hanging onto him he starts rolling around until both of them are crying from laughter on their backs.
He turns his head to look at her and smiles at her before asking her, "So Mrs. Specter-to-be, did the journey meet your wishes?" Donna shifts to her side and places her head on his shoulder throwing her arm over his abdomen. "Yes, very much so but it has made me quite the tired woman. What do you think Mr. Specter, ready to call it a night?" Placing a kiss on the top of her head he hums in agreement, taking off both of their clothing of he throws the covers back and crawls under them. "Goodnight, love." "Goodnight, love you."