Harvey's left seething with anger, second guessing himself the entire drive to Donna's apartment. Not about his decision to break things off with Paula. That had been a given the moment she'd admitted to lying but deep down he knows part of himself is to blame for how things had ended. He wouldn't be fixated on Donna right now if there wasn't some truth to his ex-girlfriend's accusations but he is, every nerve ending in his body alight with the need to see that she's okay.

Maybe it's an overreaction and the fact he has no right to interfere churns in his stomach but he cant shake the images that flash in warning, that goddamn possessive hand Eric always had attached at Donna's hip steering and leading her away from him. He should have trusted his instincts and can't think why he didn't, can't focus on anything other than the sound of her voice as he tries calling again.

"I'm not here right now so if you want me to call you back, say something interesting."

She always picks up and his heart thrums in his chest, hammering against his rib cage when he spots the flicker of police lights near her apartment. Not near he realizes with a sickly swallow- directly in front of the building. It's enough to propel him out of the barely stopped vehicle, ignoring Ray's warning as he clambers over the curb toward the irate executive of Porter-Schmitt being dragged by two police authorities. The usually well presented man is shouting obscenities into the street and Harvey sees red, his fist curving as he meets the chest of an officer who tries to keep him back.

"What the hell did you do?" His anger fires over the obstruction and the only thing that cuts through his fury is the warning that he's going to get himself detained if he doesn't calm down. It's enough to stop his attack, the aggression fueling his incentive to forget about the executive and find Donna instead.

If she's hurt...

He shakes the panic and adrenaline from clenched fingers as he races to get to her apartment, spots hazing his vision when he arrives at the open door- the six hanging upside down surrounded by splintered paint.

His legs feel like they're going to buckle but a dulled conversation from inside pushes him forward, his gaze darting wildly until he spots Donna talking with a policewoman in the center of her lounge. From what he can see she isn't injured and relief slams through him as he interrupts, his hands moving of their own accord running over her body to make sure he hasn't missed anything.

"Harvey, what are you-"

"Are you okay, what happened?" He ignores her confusion firing his concern at her, "I swear, if he did anything-"

"I'm fine." She quickly assures him, baffled by his sudden appearance but gentle as she clasp his fingers urging them down. There no guard to his worry, his jaw fixed in a tight thinly drawn line which can only mean he'd seen Eric downstairs and while she's shaken, she'd handled the situation. It hadn't been pleasant but she'd dealt with it and her mouth curves around a forced smile. "Honesty, he just put on a show for the neighbors... that's all."

"Miss Paulsen?"

"I'm her lawyer." He snaps at the intrusion, Donna's pointed look reminding him to be gracious towards the officer but his eyes don't leave hers as he tries to curb and rationalize his adrenaline. "Have you given a statement yet?"

Heat crawls beneath her skin as he makes contact again, his thumb pressing a light indent at her elbow and she's not sure whether to be embarrassed or comforted by his persistence. She's been doing her best to keep it together but finds her voice suddenly trapped and can only shake her head in response.

"I'll bring her down to the station in the morning." He answers on her behalf because she might claim to be fine but the slight tremor beneath his touch tells him otherwise. She's in shock, being typically stubborn about it but rattled all the same and he wants to make sure they get every detail right so they can charge the asshole with everything under the goddamn sun. The drive is enough to make him reluctantly let go and he digs out his card, handing it over to the woman in blue. "Harvey Specter... in case you haven't heard of me."

"He always like this?" The officer quips at the redhead, smirking at the woman's eventual nod. Whoever 'Harvey Specter' is, he may be an overzealous ass but he clearly cares and she feels a lot less uncertain leaving knowing as much. "I'll see myself out."

Donna smiles, grateful for the officer's assistance but her head tips back at Harvey with the woman's exit- trying to compose herself again. "You didn't have to do that. I told you, I'm-"

"Fine..." he clears his throat, mumbling under his breath, "course you are." She really can be impossible at times but right now his only care is that she's safe and he motions loosely at the couch and urging her to sit. "You got tea or anything?"

"Top shelf." She nods at the kitchen and when he turns she takes a moment, closing her eyes to steady her racing hrtbeat. He'd seen straight through her facade and the truth is although Eric hadn't made it passed the door she's still jolted from his anger. She'd called things off between them the previous night, sensing there was something wrong. At first she'd been flattered by his attention but as they'd started getting closer he'd grown more clinging and possessive. Their last trip away together had been wrought with tension and she'd realized she was only trying so hard to make things work in place of something else missing in her life. When she'd admitted the truth he'd taken the break-up hard but hadn't shown any ill-will.

Not until tonight when he'd shown up drunk and begging for a second chance. After she'd refused to let him in his mood had instantly changed and she's relieved she'd trusted her instincts- her eyes fluttering open to the sound of Harvey moving through cupboards. She hadn't thought about being alone once the police left and there's no denying she feels safer with him here but they've been somewhat estranged from each other recently. Not in a hostile way, just living different lives and she pads forward leaning her elbow against the door-frame with a heavy sigh, "are you okay?" He freezes at the question, his gaze slipping over his shoulder with a hesitant frown- almost like he's afraid to admit something but for once she doesn't know what, unable to read him. It's unsettling and her mouth forms around a tepid smile trying to encourage an answer. "You don't usually drop by like this, that's all."

He breathes in at her assumption his arrival was purely a coincidence, his fingers closing around the box of tea and pulling it down. He's going to tell her the truth, he's just searching for the right way to go about it and he tries to distract her with a shrug. "I did try to call."

It's not the point and she gets the sense he knows it, his avoidance making her suddenly uneasy. "Harvey, what's going on?"

He presses against the counter, one last futile attempt to dissuade her tone poised on his lips. "Donna, your boyfriend just tried to break into your apartment... I don't think now is a good time to-"

"What?" She accuses, narrowing her gaze, "ask how you knew?" The immediate guilt that crosses his face confirms her rearing suspicions and for the second time in one evening she's left reeling by someone she thought she could trust. "What did you do?"

"Nothing." He quickly defends though he can understand why she'd assume he did. Even she couldn't guess what had transpired to bring him here and he abandons the tea turning to take her properly, met by hurt flashing in her gaze. It cuts through him unlike anything else but he hasn't lied to her, not yet, and more importantly he isn't about to. "Paula gave Eric your number... he used to be a patient of hers and I guess, in some twisted way she was just trying help."

Her palm flies up before he can say anything else, her brows pinching together as tries to grasp what he's telling her. Eric had said he'd gotten her details through a mutual friend on the theater scene and it certainly wouldn't have been the first time she'd been contacted randomly, her circle of acquaintances open with a large reach. She'd never pressed him about it, getting caught up in his charm and embarrassment flares hotly over her cheeks as she tries to figure out Harvey's involvement. "When did you find out?"

He expected the anger but almost wants to heckle at the insinuation he would have kept it from her. She's supposed to know him better than that but given the circumstances he swallows his pride cutting her some slack. "Right before I came over."

She throws him a skeptical look and he angles his chin meeting the accusation head-on. "Donna, I swear I had no idea about any of this or that he was going to be here beating down your door."

She can tell it's the truth. They may have made mistakes over the years but outright lying to each other has never been one of them. What she doesn't doesn't understand is why he would come to her apartment just to confess everything unless it was to minimize the damages before they all came out. "So what, you just drove round to apologize on Paula's behalf?"

"No, of course not." He doesn't condone what Paula did and would never validate her actions by apologizing for her. He's here because despite the insistence she'd made that Donna wasn't in any danger that wasn't enough for him and an ironic tug pulls in his chest. When it comes to Donna nothing is ever enough. He could be drowning in her and still need more but the confession buries itself deeply as he leans back into the counter. "She was concerned but she wouldn't tell me why... doctor/patient confidentiality or some bullshit. I came over because I was worried."

Her eyes peel shut at his frank explanation, imagining how it would have all played out with his girlfriend and the friction it must have caused; another thing she now has to deal with on top of Eric. Because despite not having asked for any of this she's somehow in the goddamn middle and moisture sticks to her lashes as she blinks in the weight of all.

"Donna, hey-" his voice catches at the sight of her welling up, his feet instinctively moving towards her but she takes a step back leading herself out of the kitchen and he bites down on the inside of his cheek as he follows her. He's never been able to stand seeing her cry but by the time she turns around she's composed again and he feels like that's almost somehow worse.

"I think you should go." She swallows thickly, her arms folding loosely over her chest as she dips her gaze. She's on the verge of losing it and the last thing she wants to do is break down in front him, give Paula a reason to think she's going to play the victim in all of this.

He waits for her to look up and when she doesn't he digs his hands into his pockets trying to sound gentle but firm. "I'm not leaving you alone." She's clearly upset and if he thought there was someone better suited to be here he'd call them in a heartbeat but he honestly can't imagine anyone having the same desperate urge to console her that he's experiencing. He wants to be the one here for her and he tries to gently encourage her to open open up. "Donna, you can talk to me."

He doesn't do the comfort thing. He's told her that time and again and she hates that he's choosing now to not be an asshole- her lips parting with a strangled croak, "I'm fine." It's what she needs him to hear and the 'hard truth' he's looking for quickly spills out between them, "right now the last thing I need is Paula banging down my door too so just go... tell her it's okay, whatever... I don't care."

He's puzzled before a sudden clarity washes over him and he finally understands what the problem is, mentally kicking himself for being such an idiot. "Firstly, it's not okay..." he shuffles forward, not an ounce of hesitation behind the move even though he stops shy of reaching her, "and I'm not telling Paula anything because I ended it tonight."

It's her turn to be confused, her mouth going dry as she leans back into the couch not caring that she's being boxed in. It can't be a coincidence that they're no longer together but as much as she wants to believe it she still challenges him to say it. "Why?"

"Because she lied to me and I didn't care." He takes another step, his hands slipping from the confines of his pockets. He'd been pissed about the deceit, loyalty having always been placed at the top of his values but that hadn't been the reason he'd walked out. "All I could think about was being here and making sure you were alright."

His palms land either side of her on the cream leather with still enough room between them for her to slip out but she doesn't, reading the concern mixed in with his intent. He's not someone easily in touch with his feelings but when the're at the forefront of his words there's no denying them. A beautifully cataclysmic mess of confident vulnerability. It makes her pulse race but she still needs hear it from him first, for the sake of her sanity. "What are you saying?"

"I'm telling you that Paula isn't the person I'm supposed to be with." He should be wary of the free-falling confessions but instead of wanting to run he's drawn to her, his thumb lifting to swipe the moisture that hasn't quite dried. She flushes at the contact and he'd tease her for it if he wasn't right in the middle of trying to lesson her doubts. "I'm saying that the woman I want is standing right in front of me and has been for thirteen years. I was just too stupid to see it."

Every rational thought tells her to wait but she doesn't, her mouth moving to find his and when he meets her half-way with an almost desperate groan covering her lips she melts into the sound. It vibrates through her as dives in deeper, his palm sliding to her hip with a gentle tug that brings her flush against him but his fingers flatten with a loose tremble and she knows he's trying to reign himself in, let her call the shots. It's frustratingly sweet and her hand wraps around to urge him closer silently telling him it's okay-=m that she wants this just as much as he does and there's no danger of him taking advantage. She feels it the second he catches on, his touch dancing like fire across her skin becoming more frivolous and unbridled with need. It's only when they part for air that he slows again, entwining their fingers over the sofa as he searches her gaze to be sure.

She is and her free hand rakes up the length of his shirt, palming the fast beat beneath his chest with a smile, "is this you being a gentlemen? Because I thought we both decided you weren't."

A throaty chuckle hums in his throat and never one to be deterred he slides his arm below her knees smirking at her surprised yelp as he hoists her up. The delicate pressure of her wrists latch around his neck and he holds her firmly, gleaming with smugness. "This chivalrous enough for you?"

Her fear of slipping wavers beneath his confident grin and she tries to contain her amusement but can't, her mouth twitching as she toys with the fine hairs above his collar. "You're an idiot."

"Watch it Paulsen." He dares her with a gentle shift of his arms, feeling her grip tighten but her gaze remains filled with trust and he's not sure he's ever found her more beautiful- completely mesmerized by her swollen lips, even when they part to tease him.

"If you drop me I'm suing..." she tries to throw him off kilter but he still looks far too pleased with himself and she angles her head fluttering her breath below his ear, "I know a good lawyer and I think he can be persuaded to do me a favor."

"Just the one..." he ask roughly, losing his self-assurance as she nips at his skin and his feet move presumptuously, afraid he might actually become distracted and let go. She answers the movement with a soft hum pulling his mouth down into a gentle kiss and he feels his way around the furniture only stopping once he reaches the threshold of her door.

"Donna..." he murmurs against her, the only thing he has left to say struggling to find its way up through waves of something he thought he was incapable of feeling. She's his best friend and he loves her, has been falling hard since the day they met and he might not be able to voice it just yet but her soft smile washes over his hesitation.

"I know Harvey."

She smooths down his slack jaw, no doubt in her mind about where this is leading- to the only thing they've ever needed; each other.

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AN: Thank you to everyone who has taken the time to review! I've found the Darvey fandom so wonderful and supportive. Even though the show is over I can only commend the brilliant fanfic writers and people reading who are making this transition so much easier to bear :) XX