Harvey and Donna stood in a New York downpour squinting through the raindrops that were soaking them through at an alarming rate. No longer arm in arm as they had been for elevator ride down, not even unlinking when Harvey hit the down button, they braced themselves as cars sped by in the night and coated their lower halves in muddy rainwater consisting of Manhattan's finest dirt.

Harvey had texted his driver, Ray, to pick the pair up before they had even stepped into the elevator while Donna playfully teased him about just how much her selection of alcohol was going to set him back and Harvey had retorted, with that smirk of his she knew all too well, that there was no way she'd be able to drink that much. "Challenge accepted," followed by a "You're on" had ensued.

Yet, still, the two of them waited on the sidewalk for a usually prompt and reliable Ray, becoming more uncomfortable by the second as the rain steadily grew heavier and sheets of water, courtesy of an icy wind, was blown straight into their designer apparel soaking through to their skin.

"Are you okay, there?" Harvey felt for Donna in those heels and knew she must be feeling even worse than he did. His favourite suit was on the verge of ruin. Donna's shoes were now a shade of brown they had most certainly not been purchased in.

"I'll live but not if Ray doesn't get here soon, where the hell is he?! He's never kept you waiting."

"I don't know but I'm going to find out. First, let's get out of this rain so I can call him."

They walked back under the cover of Zane Specter Litt, although they wouldn't be able to call it that much longer after the events that had only just transpired that night.

"Straight to voicemail," Harvey said, dumbfounded. Not once had Ray ever been unreachable when it came to Harvey Specter. He shrugged, at a loss for words, and this time it was he who linked his arm through Donna's as he pulled her out from under the shelter of the firm and into the rain, being careful not to lead her too fast through the puddles and sludge as they crossed the street, well aware that the fiery redhead could hold her own in those stilettos - just as she had orchestrated Louis' senior partnership victory in true Donna fashion.

"Where are we going?" Donna had to practically bellow to be heard over the deluge around them and the loud squelching their footsteps made as they ploughed on through deserted streets, block after block of buildings passing them by.

"Almost there," Harvey's reply was effortlessly clear enough that she could both hear him and trust that he knew where he was going and it wouldn't be much longer.

He started to slow down and released his arm from where it had practically been glued to hers, both so he could guide her and keep her from falling, using it to gesture in the direction of a cosy-looking little bar lit up with green neon lights called O'Malley's.

"Harvey..." she stood looking at the bar before turning to glare at him with bemusement, grabbing her dress on one side and squeezing a generous amount of water from it. "They're not gonna let us in there no matter how low-key the place is. We look like drowned rats."

"Speak for yourself, I look fine." And there it was, that classic Harvey smirk that could lighten any situation and gave her a fuzzy feeling somewhere in her belly button region. Donna was only human after all.

She shook her head, dismissing his quip to think about whose place was closest. "Your apartment isn't far from here, I'm calling us a taxi - which is what we should've done in the first place."

"Did you just invite yourself over to my apartment?"

"What if I did?"

Harvey just grinned. It was nice to be able to banter with her this way again, like they had when the topic of 'the other time' had come up in his office several weeks ago.

When the taxi pulled up a couple of minutes later, he opened the door for her and followed her into the back seat - both trying not to laugh at how ridiculously stupid they must've looked and marvelling at Donna - hair flattened to her face, makeup beginning to run and her dress stuck to every part of her body - as he snuck her a glance after giving the driver his address.

As always, she looked pretty damn good. And, staring out the window at the bright lights of New York still visible through the downpour, Donna Paulsen was thinking the exact same thing about the way Harvey Specter looked sitting next to her.