Missing

Harvey storms into Stephen Huntley's interrogation room, adrenaline firing beneath his skin as he confronts the British lawyer. "Where is she!?" He slams his palms on the table, rattling the cup of water in front of the smug-looking bastard.

"Who?" Stephen conceals a smirk, lapping up the man's anger. "I'm afraid you'll need to be more specific."

Mike rushes in out of breath, but Harvey remains fixed on Huntley, his arms trembling with rage as he clenches his jaw. The asshole knows he's talking about Donna. It can't be a coincidence she disappeared moments after Huntley's arrest. Not now they know the immoral scheming the man is capable of. "Tell me where she is!"

"First, you tell me something." Stephen slings his cuffs over the plastic surface with a heavy clunk, making a show of his predicament. "Something you shouldn't," he goads with a low whisper. "A way out of this little… misunderstanding."

"You've lost your fucking mind." There's no way in hell he's going to be blackmailed or let Donna be used as some kind of pawn.

"Suit yourself." Stephen leans back with a casual shrug. "I'm sure you'll find the poor Love, eventually."

Harvey snaps. In a sea of blind fury he wrenches Huntley up by the scruff of his collar, ramming him into the nearest wall.

"Harvey!" Mike flinches, but he doesn't intervene, prepared to let violent approach play out a little longer. He's worried for Donna, too. The only trace they found was her phone at the bar, and if it takes a shakedown to locate her then he'll stand by Harvey's anger.

"You sniveling son of a bitch!" Harvey fires his fast hot breath right into the man's face. "If you think prison will be worse than what I'm going to do to you, you better goddamn think again."

Stephen sneers a taunting smirk at the uncomfortable pressure. "You don't think… I'd actually hurt her," he gasps a breath." Not my... style." He's not a murderer. Thanks to the barbaric nature of Americans, there's always someone to lend a hand for him, and he struggles to make that clear. "Can't speak for… my associate."

Harvey jams harder against Huntley's windpipe, irate fear behind the bruising force that chokes the man's airway. If anything happens to Donna, he'll never forgive himself for letting her go to the meeting alone, despite the hoard of FBI agents that were supposed to be keeping her safe.

Mike waits for Harvey to pull back, panic stirring his instincts when his boss doesn't relent, and his feet kick forward. "Harvey, enough."

Harvey growls viciously, squeezing with slightly more force before he finally lets go, Huntley's brutal gasping not nearly the punishment the man deserves.

"This isn't a game," Mike snaps harshly at Stephen, placing himself between the two men. It's not good cop bad cop, either. His calm and rational approach with Harvey isn't worth a pinch of shit when it comes to Donna, and he implores the British lawyer to listen. "It's over, Stephen. Tell us where she is."

Pain flares through his throat as his coughing subsides with a rough hitch. His trial is far from over. And if nothing else, the great Harvey Specter just proved with unreasonable doubt that he has a weakness that can be exploited. He knows how to win a war, and it starts by surrendering the battles that are strategic to lose. "My hotel suite. Room 2233."

Harvey shoots him a steely glare, but he doesn't waste another second on the pathetic, conniving little rat. His only thought, the one fearful question that races through his mind as he barrels out of the room, is why, if she's been in the hotel all along, hasn't she made contact with him?

…

Donna feels groggy, her head swimming and confusion swarming her thoughts as she blinks in Harvey's worried face, trying to place when she fell asleep. The last thing she remembers is ordering herself a drink after Stephen's arrest. But the vacant space in her memory that follows, and the unfamiliar surroundings pulling into focus, sends a jolt of fear rushing through her as she scrambles to sit up.

Harvey catches the wobbly attempt with a firm but gentle grip, his hands wrapping around her shoulders as he helps her. "It's okay, I'm right here." She doesn't appear hurt, just dazed, but he still washes his attention over her searching for injuries.

"What's going on?" Her gaze zigzags to the hotel clerk behind him, her heart rate increasing when more people fill the room, but she thinks Mike is there, too, and lets Harvey's hand guide her muddled focus back to him.

He cups her cheek, taking in her dilated pupils, and he swallows a surge of anger, realizing why she passed out. Someone drugged her, but Mike's voice nearing them offers some relief.

"An ambulance is on the way."

Harvey turns his head and shoots a warning glare at the two police officers approaching behind Mike. "I'm her lawyer. She's in no condition to make a statement."

"I'm okay." Donna clutches the blanket, grasping the fact that she's safe. Harvey isn't going to let anything happen to her, and Mike won't either. Her panic morphs into a dizzy exhaustion as Harvey untucks her hand with a warm squeeze, and she forces a small smile as she leans in to rest her eyes for a few seconds.

Her head lolls against his shoulder, her breath fluttering against his skin, and in that moment he knows that he's tired of pretending. She's the most important person in his life, and as soon as the chaos settles down, he's going to make sure she knows it.

But until then, his place is by her side, protecting and looking after her.

Exactly where he's supposed to be.