Prompt #36 by kaethebek: Season 8ish Harvey has realized his feelings and they are both single. He hasn't quite decided how to approach Donna with his new found revelation when she starts to receive anonymous Christmas gifts. At first, Harvey is annoyed, then a little worried because the gifts are insightful in a way people shouldn't know, then flat out jealous. Resolution is up to the author, but it could be Jessica sending them to prompt Harvey into action.

(set a few weeks after 8x14, when Darvey finished the bottle of Macallan in her office and they agreed that things are back to normal)

i. the flowers

"Who are those for?"

Donna walks into her office and sees Harvey leaning against the window ledge.

"Who do you think they're for?"

There's a bouquet of flowers in his hands.

"For you."

"You didn't have to get me my favorite." She teases him as she settles down on her chair, swivelling around to face him.

He stands up and offers the flowers to her, "I didn't."

There is a question written on her face. "And yet," she thinks as she takes the flowers from him.

"Your name's on the card."

"Does it say where they're from?"

"No. They were there when I got here."

"Huh. That's weird." She stands up and walks to her shelf, reaching for a vase to place the flowers in.

"Must be from…" She whispers but Harvey still catches the words. There is a 'someone' in her life, he thinks. "Anyways… Were you gonna tell me something?"

"What?"

"What did you come in here for, Harvey?"

"Nevermind. It can wait." He waves her off and walks out of her office, his mind no longer on the business matter he wanted to discuss but on that someone who apparently knows Donna's favorite flowers. And they are not roses.

ii. the mug

Harvey is in Donna's office once again, standing in front of her desk, eyes focused on the white stoneware.

A uniquely-patterned mug.

A little bit like the one she owns that he remembers using from the other time. The one with the fish.

"Can it wait, Harvey? Because I haven't had my coffee yet."

Her voice breaks the staring contest he is having with the animal on the surface of the mug.

"Well, we could use that when we grab one from the kitchen." He looks at her while pointing at the object in front of him.

She places her bag and the stack of files on the side table before taking a stand next to him.

"Where did this come from?" She grabs the mug from her desk and twists it around, taking a good look at the pattern. A fox in the middle of a garden.

"I don't know. It was there when I got here."

"Huh." Her head snaps to look at him, eyes squinting as she studies his face. "I feel like we've already had this conversation before."

He ignores the question because they both know what she's talking about. "Is that from the Finnish brand that you like so much?"

"You're right, but I'll be more surprised if you actually remember the name." She answers as she glances at the card that only has her name on it.

"Mari—" He tries but already sees her looking at him, an eyebrow arched as if to challenge him. He lifts a finger, "Fine. I won't try to butcher the brand name of your ug—" He clears his throat. "Your unique mug."

"Thank you. I really like it."

"You do?"

"Yes." She walks away from him and heads towards the door, "Especially now that he got the pattern right."

"He?" Harvey asks and makes Donna stop in her tracks.

She turns around, "Uhm." She pauses and purposely avoids answering his question, "What is it that you wanted to discuss?"

"The Walter ranch acquisition?"

She nods. "Right. Talk over coffee."

He follows her to the kitchen but the question lingers in his mind. He? It's confirmed that there is someone in her life but now he knows it's a he. Who could it be?

iii. the book

"Cien sonetos de amor."

Harvey reads the title of the book as he sits on Donna's desk chair, waiting for her to come back from lunch.

"This is becoming a habit, Harvey."

He straightens up in his seat as he hears her voice and watches her approach him, standing on the other side of the desk with her hands both on her hips.

"What? You used to do it before."

She bobs her head to the side, signaling for them to switch places. He stands up and walks around but not before pointing out the object on the desk.

"New gift for you."

"What?"

"Cien sonetos de amor," he says in the best way he can.

"Oh my god!" Donna's scream makes him turn around quickly. He sees the shocked look on her face, her eyes getting a bit teary as she holds the book in her hands.

She takes a deep breath as she puts the book back on the table. "Wow," she says.

"Haven't you read that before?"

"I have. But I've been wanting to get a copy with this cover."

"I'm guessing it's from the same person?" He hands over the gift card to her. It looks just like the ones she has received before. A plain white card with just her name beautifully scribbled on it.

She replies, taking the card from him and adding it to the stack in the corner of her table, "Probably."

"Aren't you a little concerned?"

"About what?"

He unbuttons his suit jacket before taking a seat in front of her. "The gifts. The anonymity of the sender."

"They're harmless, Harvey."

"But they're too personal." He insists, the concern evident in his voice. "They're not just random gifts, Donna. He knows the things that you like, your favorites, the things you've been looking for." He sighs, "He knows you and you don't even know the person."

"Don't I?"

His eyes widen at her response. "So, you do know who's sending them."

She shakes her head, "Maybe. I don't know." She leans back in her chair and continues, "I have an idea but I haven't asked about it yet."

He gives her a curt nod, not knowing how else to react to what she just said. The past few weeks of witnessing her receive these gifts have brought him into this unexpected ride of emotions. He went from being curious to being concerned to being… jealous?

Why is someone else sending Donna presents? And why does he seem to know her so well? Details that only people close to her would know, things that people who have spent time with her would notice. And of all the times that it could happen, why does it have to be now? When he's finally realized his feelings for her and when he's starting to figure out how to act on them.

"Don't worry about it, Harvey. If anything else happens, I'll tell you."

iv. the tickets

"I don't think any of those would fit you, Harvey."

"Shit." He immediately shuts his laptop and looks back at Donna who is standing behind his couch and obviously caught him browsing for dresses online. "How long have you been standing there?"

"Long enough to have picked out one or two from what you were looking at."

He chuckles as he walks back to his desk and takes a seat. "Really? What would you have chosen?"

"And why would I tell you?"

"For research," he shrugs.

She tilts her head to the side, silently asking him, 'really?'.

"Nevermind. What brings you here?"

Donna holds up an envelope and places it on his desk. "Mail for you was delivered to my table."

"You sure it's for me? Not a gift from your secret admirer?

"Careful, Harvey. I hear some jealousy there." She flips the envelope and points at his name on the cover.

"Ah." He takes the mail and hands it back to her. "Why don't you open it?"

She crosses her arms and stands a little taller, "I'm not your secretary anymore."

"Just," he shakes his head, "humor me, please."

She eyes him curiously, trying to get a read of what he is trying to do. She takes the envelope from him and opens the flap. She pulls out the content.

Two tickets. For the theater.

"Orestes," she whispers.

"Told you it's for you." He stands up and walks around his desk, leaning on the side that's closer to her. His arms are crossed in front of him, his eyes just trained on her. "And for me, if you want company," he adds in a whisper.

She is speechless and still in stock, her mouth slightly ajar. She looks at him and sees the soft smile on his face. "What—"

"I got in touch with your old theater company. They said they're restaging that for a limited time. That's one of the first plays you've done, right?"

She nods in response. "Thank you, Harvey." She smiles back at him, "I'll see you again on Saturday then."

v. and all of it

Harvey knocks on door 206.

There's a small bouquet of flowers in his hand and a gift bag placed near his feet.

The door swings open and reveals his favorite redhead wearing the dark green satin slip dress he sent over earlier that day.

"Guess my research was right."

She chuckles and opens the door wider, inviting him in. "Good choice, by the way."

"You sound surprised." He replies, waiting for her to close the door behind before they move to her living room.

She rolls her eyes. "You're not exactly the best gift giver."

"Not with you, no. Not anymore."

She shakes her head and pushes him to move forward. She heads straight to her kitchen, grabs a bottle of wine and two glasses. She walks back to her living room and finds him leaning against the back of her couch, his head down and eyes on the gifts in his hands.

"Harvey," she calls him.

"Donna," he says right back.

He smiles and takes a step towards her, his hand offering the flowers to her. "This time I did get you your favorite."

"You really didn't have to." She repeats the joke from before, then lets go of the glasses she's been holding and takes the bouquet from him.

He shrugs, "Yeah, but I want to." He then lifts the bag in his other hand and passes it to her as well.

"There's more?"

He nods, "I know this isn't from that Finnish brand and it isn't as unique as your mugs, but…" He takes a deep breath then continues, "I saw this while looking around the gift shop and I thought of you."

She gets curious and immediately takes the box from the bag. She carefully opens it and reveals a hand-made miniature grand piano. Its wooden color reminds her of the one she used to play when she was younger.

"Harvey," she whispers. "This is beautiful," she adds, looking up at him and seeing that he has been watching her reaction this whole time.

She admits she isn't really expecting any of this tonight. She thought they were just going to the theater, grab a couple of drinks after, maybe even burgers because he needed it after watching a play, and talk the night away like they usually do. But it clearly isn't like that, not when everything that's been laid out so far has been sentimental.

She tries to make the mood a bit lighter, "I hope this isn't you trying to match all the other gifts I've received the past weeks?"

He wants to defend himself, but nothing comes out of his mouth. He runs a hand through his hair, a sheepish look on his face.

She shakes her head and stops herself from chuckling. She places the gift down on the table, next to the flowers and the wine. She softly pulls on his arm, leading him across the room and to the corner where a stack of boxes is placed.

"You sure you want to continue this game? Because Dad sent over a couple more and I still have yet to open them."

"Your Dad?" He asks, his voice a little louder than expected.

She nods. "My parents actually." She walks back to the table and pours them both a drink, before calling him over to the couch.

"They've been travelling around and buying me gifts from every country they've been to," she continues."

"Jim," he repeats. "Jesus," he whispers and takes a sip of wine. "I can't believe—"

"That you were jealous of my father?"

He doesn't answer. He sits back and rests his head on the back of the couch, eyes closed.

"Harvey."

He opens his eyes and turns his head to look at her.

"Is there something you want to tell me?"

He sits up and places the wine glass on the table. He wipes his hands on his pants, then rests his elbows on his knees.

"I don't know how to say it," he sighs. "So I thought I'd just show you," he whispers then looks at her again.

"Is this what tonight is all about?"

He nods. "It could be a start. If you want."

She reaches for his hand and whispers, "I think you're doing pretty good right now."

"Really?" He tries to find some reassurance because a big part of him is still nervous about all of it.

"It would've been better if this dress came with some shoes and a bag," she shrugs. "But hey, one step at a time, I guess." She jokes as she rubs his back, giving him confidence that everything is fine.

He laughs and holds her hand tighter. "We can get those tomorrow after breakfast at Nougatine."

"Breakfast?"

He wiggles his eyebrows, his Cheshire cat smile starting to grow on his face.

She rolls her eyes, "Dinner first before breakfast, Mister. And we're gonna be late for the show."

She stands up to get ready but he pulls on her hand, making her stop and look back at him. "Hey," he whispers. " You know this is it for me, right?"

She nods once again, now her turn to pull him to a stand. She puts her palms against his chest, holding on to the lapels of his suit, while his hands wrap around her waist.

"I do know that," she answers, then kisses him on the cheek.

He moves his head to reach for her lips, to get a proper kiss, but she places a finger against his lips and shakes her head.

"That is my gift for you later, Harvey."