Harvey's eyes shot open as he bolted up. He could feel the sweat on his forehead. Usually, he could calm himself down pretty quickly after waking up, but this was not the case. Breathing faster and faster with each thump of his heart, he looked to his side, for some reason hoping to see Donna there - but he knew deep down that she wasn't. He tried everything Dr. Agard had taught him, but nothing seemed to be working.

Deep breaths only made him more lightheaded, which started the cycle of panic all over again; trying to do the senses thing and name five things he could see, four he could hear and so on, stopped being effective when his sight started to blur from the hyperventilation and a ringing filled his ears, blocking out any other sound. Even thinking happy thoughts, which was a last resort, wasn't working, because all he could think about was Donna, and the fact that she wasn't there.

Bringing his knees up to his chest, he placed his head down onto them and grabbed the sides of it with his hands. He knew it wouldn't work, but he somehow hoped that if he curled up into a ball, he could hide from the extreme torment that his mind seemed to be putting him through.

He wasn't sure how long he was like that for, but by three, he had managed to climb out of bed and get a glass of water. With no intention of going back to sleep after that horrific experience, he sat on his couch, wide awake but in a daze, for hours until he was interrupted.

Harvey heard a knocking at his door and tried to ignore it for as long as he could, but eventually he became tired of the persistent banging and shouting coming from none other than Mike Ross and went to open it.

"What?" He practically shouted in his associate's face.

Mike was shocked to see Harvey this mad. He knew that he had been through a lot, but he had been much better the last few times he had come to see him, and he had been due back to work today, and quite frankly, he was concerned that he hadn't shown.

"Can I come in?"

Harvey didn't say a word, he just shrugged and walked into his apartment, falling onto the sofa and waiting expectantly for Mike to say something. The younger was worried. He could see bags under Harvey's eyes, like he hadn't slept at all, there was a glass of whiskey on the table and his face looked puffy. Not just that, but he looked completely drained of energy. He was wearing a white t-shirt and baggy black sweats, which was something else he wasn't expecting. The other times he had come over he was at least wearing pants.

Mike sat down and looked him in the eyes, but it was immediately broken when Harvey stared down at the ground.

"Harvey, what's going on?"

He got no response as his boss continued to stare down at the ground.

"We're worried, Harvey. Donna is sat outside your office just staring at it, waiting for you to come in. I had to lie to her to stop her from rushing over here."

"I'm fine, I'm just tired that's all, tell her I'll be in this afternoon." He made it sound like he cared less than he did. All he wanted to do was see her after what had happened earlier that morning, but not like this. He couldn't tell her that he had nearly broken down again because she wasn't by his side, it would only make her feel bad for having let him stay alone.

"Now, either sit there and drink with me, or leave me to enjoy this in peace." He said, finally looking up at Mike and taking a swig of his drink.

"No, we're gonna talk about this now, Harvey, put the drink down."

He was growing more and more frustrated by the second. He didn't want to shout at his friend, not while he was in this state, but he didn't seem to be able to communicate with him in any other way.

"For god's sake!" Mike exclaimed, standing up and beginning to pace around the apartment. "We have all been walking on egg shells around you because we want you to get better but I can't anymore. I need you to tell me what the hell is going on with you because you scared the shit out of me at the office that night! I won't tell Jessica, Louis, Rachel or even Donna but I need to know that you're okay. Please, just say something."

But he didn't, and with no explanation, he walked over to his record player and placed the needle on the disc. It started a bit of the way in to a jazz song. Then, he poured himself and Mike a glass of whiskey, sitting down where he was before and passing him one of the tumblers.

"My dad. When I was a kid, whenever I got too in my head, put too much pressure on myself, he would take his hands and place them on both sides of my head. He'd say "breathe with me." Then we'd just sit there, breathing together until it passed. He was the only one. It was worse when he was on tour. My mom didn't care, she was too busy with Bobby, and Marcus had his own problems. But my dad, he kept me in check."

Harvey flopped back down onto the couch as Mike just stared at him with disbelief.

"Then he died."

He stopped again, taking another sip and gesturing for Mike to do the same.

"Harvey, you don't have to-"

Mike realised then that he may have overstepped the line. He had only ever heard Harvey talk about his dad a handful of times, and even then it was brief. From what he understood they were close, and Harvey went to visit his grave every year. When he started to work for Harvey he had quickly learnt that some topics were off limits to everyone - everyone except Donna that is. He had a feeling this was one of those topics reserved for her ears only.

"She took his place. She became my compass, my confidante, my best friend, my home. Everything that he was to me, she became."

Harvey took another sip and blinked, trying to rid his eyes of the tears that were rapidly beginning to form.

"And then she left me."

The next pause was longer than Mike liked. He watched as Harvey closed his eyes for a second, trying to gather his breath as he felt his chest tighten. The younger of the two began to worry, but it seemed that Harvey had a grip on it, because after a few seconds he opened his eyes and looked directly at Mike.

"Harvey, she came back, okay? She is sat right outside your office, answering your phone, making sure everything is perfect for when you walk back in."

Harvey didn't know what to do. He just sat there, drink in hand, trying to figure out if he should tell the truth, or if he should suck it up and get dressed.

"What if it's not the same? What if we're broken beyond repair?"

Mike had never seen Harvey so vulnerable. It was like all his walls were down, and he wasn't keeping any secrets, just saying whatever was on his mind. He liked it, getting to know him a bit better, but he also missed the Harvey he could joke around with.

"Please, you two are like Ross and Rachel - she's your lobster."

He was very aware that he had just quoted Friends, and also that Harvey had said from the start that he was not allowed to do that, but luckily for him, he seemed too buried in his own thoughts to notice.

Harvey eventually pushed himself off of the couch to go and get dressed, giving Mike a confused look as he stood to follow him.

"I can get dressed by myself."

As he was about to enter into his room, he turned back to face Mike.

"And really, my lobster?"

Maybe he hadn't gotten away with it.

"Yeah, you see they mate for life and hold claws, you know? With the-" He began to mime lobsters walking together and Harvey couldn't help but smile a bit.

"Stop talking."

Back at the office, Donna was incessantly tapping her blue pen on the desk. She had been he first one in that morning, sat at her desk since seven waiting for him to come in. Of course she wasn't expecting him then, but she wanted to make sure that everything was perfect when he arrived, it had to be just like the old times.

She had placed his favourite record in the player for when they inevitably would listen to it at the end of the day; she had refilled the decanter so he could have a drink if he needed it; she had placed the relevant files on his desk in the order of his schedule; and she had confirmed all of his meetings.

By the time it had reached 8 she had his coffee on her desk. When it went cold, she replaced it, and kept doing so.

When it reached 9, she started to worry. It was very likely that he had just overslept and that he was in fact fine, or that he wanted to only do a half day, but she couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong with him. Ever since that night she had felt more protective of him, and always got a weird feeling in her stomach whenever he was late or seemed a little off his game. It sounded silly to everyone else, but she felt she owed it to him to make sure he was okay.

Just as she was about to go over, Mike stopped her, saying that he would go instead, and that she should focus on making sure everything was in order for his return, which of course it already was. Which meant she could only wait. She had nothing to do but sit and worry about the state he was in. Mike would call if there was something wrong, wouldn't he? He did that night.

She decided to get up after a while and walk around, needing to destress before he arrived. Nothing about her sat there with a frown on her face and wide eyes said everything was back to normal.

Each hall she walked down felt like it went on for an eternity, then she heard the elevator door ding. She quickly sped up, managing, in true Donna fashion, to time it perfectly enough that the two of them crossed paths as smoothly as ever.

"You're here." Was all she said as they immediately fell back into their old rhythm of walking side by side, stepping at the same time.

"I am."

When the two of them strutted through the firm, people moved out of the way to let them past. It was like some kind of unwritten rule of Pearson Specter Litt.

They both slowed slightly taking a moment to look to the other and smile before turning to face the direction they were walking and return to their original pace, neither missing a beat.

Once they reached his office, she followed him in as usual to make sure he knew what was going on case-wise that day and to give him his calendar, but, for a woman who was always 3 steps ahead, she wasn't expecting what happened next.

In less time than it took for her heart to beat, he pulled her in close and crashed his lips into hers. She was taken aback, but soon relaxed into it, allowing herself to completely loose herself in him. He eventually pulled away, but lingered for a second longer than he needed to, feeling her warm breath hit his lips.

Before she could say anything, and with his heart still racing, he spoke.

"I woke up this morning, and was terrified when you weren't by my side."

Her eyes were staring straight into his, darting from side to side, following his wherever they went.

"I never wanna feel that scared again."

It took her a moment to come to her senses, for her to step back and snap back to the reality of them being at work, in a room with glass for walls.

"Harvey, are you sure you wanna do this?"

He was about to answer, but a voice at the door interrupted him.

"Mr Specter, Ms Paulsen, Ms Pearson would like to see you."

Jessica's secretary walked slightly ahead of them down the hall, and as they walked, he slipped his hand into her's.

"I'm sure."

It was just a whisper, but it couldn't be mistaken. Both of their hearts skipped a beat when he said it. Him because he was so glad he had finally admitted to it and her because she had finally managed to get him to admit it.

The rest of the day was a series of stolen glances, no more obvious than usual, but instead of a look of yearning, it was a look of excitement, sparks flying across the room between them. Each time they were side by side, their hands were somehow interlaced, her letting him know that she was there and there to stay. Every now and again he would glance out of his office just to make sure she was still there, and sure enough, as though she could predict it, her eyes flicked almost immediately to his, giving him peace of mind.

When the end of the day rolled around, he left his office and sat on the edge of her desk.

"We need to celebrate." She said very matter if factly.

"I'll get the can opener." He responded, pushing himself off of the desk, but she grabbed his arm to stop him.

"No, we need to celebrate." She was speaking slowly, suggesting something that he had thought would forever be off the table.

"You don't mean..? You're finally gone let me..? And properly this time?"

All of his questions would have seemed cryptic to anyone else, but to her it was crystal clear.

"Just take yes for an answer." She raised her eyebrows and he smirked, a glint in his eye.

"Meet me at mine in half an hour, you remember what we need?"

"Of course I do." He smiled, "Strawberries, whipped cream and-"

In lieu of saying the last thing, he raised his eyebrows suggestively and she simply brushed her body up against him, walking away without glancing back, deliberately swaying her hips a little more than usual and knowing that he was stood there watching her walk away, the only difference was, this time, he couldn't wipe the smile off of his face.

That is the end!

Thank you to all those of you who stayed with the book until the end, I know the slow updates were frustrating, but I have another Darvey book coming out soon, which will be updated more regularly, as well as some one-shots.

Also, I am still taking ideas for the strawberries and whipped cream one-shots collection, so feel free to send those to me (info in previous chapter).

I hope you all liked the way it turned out, please let me know what you thought :)