"Just a heads up: Meg knows the new plan, and she's pretty upset about it. I sent her home to cool down, but I think she's heading your way to vent," Neal aloud read from his disposable cell phone after Meghan barged in. He'd had it at the ready from the moment he first received the message.

"How would you feel if one of us died and you couldn't come to the funeral with certain parties watching?!" Meghan practically shouted. She was about to turn around and close the door behind her when the clearing of a throat made her freeze.

It wasn't from a voice she recognized in person.

"I was going to see how far along you were with our operation… but I think I'll ask who this young lady is instead, how you know her, and what she's doing in your apartment of all places."

Meghan remained frozen in place. Her eyes rolling as she scanned for escape routes, though it was far too late for such thoughts.

Peter? She mouthed? Neal kept his head still while confirming her suspicion with his eyes. Crap!

"May I go use your bathroom first? I think I have to throw up," she said, hinting at a call to Mike.

Neal pointed to one of the doors behind him. Meghan quickly made her way out of Peter's sight, leaving Big Brother to answer the Fed's questions.

Neal kept his gaze on Peter, his FBI handler, the man who literally held his freedom in his hands for the past six years. He wanted to keep this program working for him until the end, but to do that, he had to have the same deal Peter had given him four years prior.

"Alright… explain."

"Explain what?" Neal feigned pointless innocence.

"The kid… What's her name?"

"It's Meghan. M.E.G.H.A.N. Don't bother looking her up. You won't find anything about her in my files."

To most, it would seem impossible that someone can exist, and not exist at the same time. But to a lawyer, or in this case, a federal agent, it meant one of two things. Witness Protection, or active criminal.

Meghan chose that moment to return. "I don't feel too well."

"Did you…"

"No… I couldn't…" she replied. Translation: No. Mike will kill me.

Neal suggested she sit at the table to help settle her stomach. It was his older brother way of saying she was going to stay there and answer the questions with him. At the moment, it didn't matter that what was about to happen for Meghan was up to Mike's discretion.

"Right. Came here for a reason. I have a paper due next week," Meghan recalled, though it was really due the following month. Suddenly, Neal didn't have to say anything about their pasts and how they knew each other in a criminal capacity. By looking at Peter's face, they could both tell it was too late, no matter how true the school paper distraction might have been. "The one I have to write on you… to avoid embarrassing my foster brother's law firm with an arrest, I have to complete a fifty-page term paper and a hundred hours in community service…" the last part drifted into space.

Peter didn't seem to believe it. The FBI had already had a case where a college class was studying renowned thieves, and Neal was one of them. While possible that Meghan really was doing a school assignment, Peter had already concluded that there was something more behind the scenes and was going to get to the bottom of Meghan's mysterious appearance.

"Oh, I believe you have a school paper to write on Neal Caffrey…"

"(With what you're planning) We might as well tell him, (but nothing else)" Meghan said.

"Peter, this is Meghan Caffrey. My little sister."

If Peter had food or a beverage in his mouth, he would have spit it out with this news. "You had a sister?... All this time?"

"To be fair, I left WITSEC when she was one, so you wouldn't see anything about her in my files, before and after."

"So how did she know to come here and find you?"

"Marshalls moved her here through the foster system. Her foster parents died in a car accident and their son gained custody of her." Meghan only listened since she didn't know how they were going to pull this off. "She's been with him ever since."

"Neal and I exchanged stories. I had to believe him since he knew things about me that no one else did."

"Yeah, but how did you know to come here, to this part of New York?"

"How do you think? Big Brother had bald friend keep tabs on me for over a decade," she answered, talking like Chandler and Joey from FRIENDS.

"Mozzie knows about her?"

Neal explained that Mozzie only kept tabs while Neal was overseas, and that for the three years before his initial arrest, they didn't have contact to protect her.

Unbeknownst to Peter, Meghan had recorded the conversation all the way through from the time she came out of the bathroom. She had to have something to back up the meeting with Peter so that Mike wouldn't have another panic attack.

"What's this?" Mike asked when Meghan dropped her cellphone on his desk the next day after school.

"I have a feeling you're going to ask for it when you play the recording on it," Meghan replied. Mike unplugged the earbuds from his own phone and plugged them into Meghan's. His eyes widened in alarm. Then there was a glint in them.

"So, now I'm your custodial foster brother… and Peter knows Neal has a sister as well as WITSEC. Mozzie will have to update our files again. Does he know what school you go to?"

"Not likely. He won't find any Meghan Caffrey's… that is, none who look like yours truly… You can put your eyes back in their sockets. Peter won't say a word to anyone outside of his three membered team. He doesn't trust the US Marshalls after one of them tried to frame him or some other innocent agent for a crime. Now, what do we have on the case I'm allowed to touch?"

Mike caught her up on what the client has done to stop the bedbugs from spreading like covering everything that could be saved in plastic wrap or bags and throwing everything else away, including first edition books.

After reading, and re-reading, Meghan mumbled her suspicions about not having enough information only to find that Mike had already left for Harvey's office to work on his boss's case. This guy's going condo.

It was late, so all she could do was list all of the evicted tenants and their current phone numbers to call on her own the next day should Mike not take her theory seriously. She wasn't the one who got into law school only to be kicked out before she could even attend the student orientation.

Mike spent the better part of the next day getting heckled by the other associates, and even Louis who was still steamed over him stealing a client for Harvey and the senior partner's promotion. He'd lost in housing court, and Harvey lost the one Jessica had assigned to him.

"It's kind of ironic, isn't it? You and I both lost in court yesterday."

"You lost..." Harvey couldn't believe it. "In housing court? How does one lose in housing court? People win there without lawyers."

"Well, he had a lawyer, Tanaka, and she—"

"Vivien Tanaka?" The unspoken pieces to Mike's case were finding their homes in the housing court puzzle. "If your landlord's using Vivien Tanaka, this isn't about bedbugs. Vivien Tanaka represents half the high-rises in Manhattan. This isn't a petty rent dispute. Your guy's going condo."

"Well, that's great. Meghan said the same thing a couple nights ago and I chose to believe I had everything I needed."

"Sounds like a smart kid. Maybe I can get you to part with her for a few minutes when she gets here. She can look at Quentin's case. I want to see what you've been teaching."

"Fantastic," Mike hid his sarcasm, or at least he thought he did. He didn't want Harvey and Donna to meet Meghan "Forcing Frank out for conversion is harassment, I can go after him for that."

"No, you wanna take down Vivien, you better go in there with more than just one client. You show the pattern that Meghan saw, and the settlement goes up. If they did this to him, I guarantee they've done this to others."

"So, I should find other people in Frank's building?"

"Think bigger."

Mike took Rachel to one of the other buildings the landlord owned while on her lunch break. They lied through their teeth to investigate one of the open condo's.

The building manager had shown them a three-bedroom condo since they were recently married and were discussing children along with Mike's sister. Rachel chose to believe it was all part of the cover.

Everything was rent controlled which meant that before the buildings went condo, even Mike could afford to live there before he started at the Firm. Each unit was now going for a million and a half… way beyond what he was willing to spend for anyone but Edith, and maybe Rachel if anything were to develop from their current relationship.

It was the beginning of a new week, and Mike didn't argue about Meghan taking some time to look at a paying case with this day's headline: Neal Caffrey, World Class Art Thief, Killed During Undercover Operation.

They both knew it was fake because of a letter that was left in their apartment. But Meghan needed something to distract from the anger and resentment that was building in her mind. She couldn't even attend the funeral. All she could do was wait for Peter to pick her up and bring her to his home so she could watch the news reports and the video of the service which he had recorded for her.

"Well, there are only three reasons someone would work as hard as Quentin has on this drug," she said while reading the file Harvey had given her. Mike slowly paced the glass wall in Harvey's office, hoping he wasn't being a distraction. He was nervously hoping, praying even, that Harvey wouldn't notice the similarities in their appearance or mannerisms.

"And what are those reasons?" Harvey already knew the answer since the case was nearly reaching a settlement the client was willing to and could afford to pay.

"Everyone's first thought is money, so how much was he getting paid to develop it?"

"Not a penny. It was his own idea. Next."

"Okay… There's compassion and the desire to give people with incurable diseases a fighting chance..." Harvey looked at her with his jaw slightly dropped. Aside from Mike, who hadn't told her anything about this case, there was no way she could have known what it was about. He had given her a redacted file, blacking out the client's name, the drug's name, and the disease itself.

There was now a grin on her face. "I'm close… aren't I? The last reason is that he, himself, has ALS and doesn't know how much time he has left."

"How much did Mike tell you?"

"He I didn't tell me her anything," they replied together.

"Your boss had me followed after Mike asked about me working here on behalf of my school. So, I returned the favor by having one of my brother's friends follow her," Meghan explained. "By the way, Vanessa, your P.I. could learn to be a bit more stealth. She's good, but I'm better."

"What makes you say that?"

"If I can spot a tail, or even two tails, owned by the best in the business, or so their employers think… If I, a high schooler whose only care in the world should be surviving the rest of the school year, can tell that I'm being followed by private investigators, even before receiving a text about a deep dive background check, I'm better. I did admit on my first day here that I was raised by con artists, Sir."

"Your parents—"

"Died the day I was born. I was raised by my brother, a con artist, and a good one at that. Everything I know about the con, I learned from him."

"Quentin swears up and down that he wouldn't falsify the drug trials because he needs it to work. So, who would?"

"Someone who was willing to skirt a rule before. Doesn't have to be related to the drug itself. You said it yourself here in the file that they had an affair. And they're still together all these years after the divorce. Just because the marriage was failing doesn't mean a rule wasn't broken. By having the affair, she set a precedent that allows you to investigate her part of the trials and research, just like Mike did by passing the bar without attending law school. If you haven't already, I'd turn my attention to the consultant."

Harvey was impressed. Only two other people had managed to do that. Donna and Mike. There was no attraction, but because of she was the third person who hand managed to do the impossible, he had to know more. Vanessa was going to make a killing investigating this kid.

After Meghan left, returning to Mike's desk so she could work the case she was actually allowed to touch, Harvey turned to Mike.

"I told you she was the one we needed to worry about instead of Louis. She knows you didn't go to law school? And that I know you didn't go to law school?" his entire face, including his eyes, were hard-set.

"I can explain that. I think."

"Then do…"

"She's lived in my building since before I moved in. Saw each other every day, so of course she'd notice if I was gone for three months at a time."

"What about online courses?"

"Have you seen my place? What about my living there says I can afford a computer, Grammy's care, and Harvard or any law school without a scholarship which you know I lost because of a stupid mistake?"

"If she tells Jessica—"

"She won't."

"How do you know?"

"I just do. We both know things about each other that could get either of us arrested and that's all I'm going to say on the matter." Mike returned to his desk to help Meghan pick a conference room to set up for his class action lawsuit.

Once Mike had left the area, Donna spoke over the intercom. "Does this mean we can add her name to the pool?"

"I don't—"

"I'm adding it."

In the end, Mike had turned his lost case into a winner, charging the landlord with assault, and Harvey's became both. Quentin's company had to pay the settlement, but also got to continue its ALS research. Mike's nothing case brought in fifteen more clients who would be paying for their services which brought him back up the ladder where every senior partner wanted him to work for them.

"May I stay home today? I don't care about school or the community service right now."

"We have a cover to keep alive."

"The school might not know about what Neal is to us, but Harvey knows what he is to me. I practically told him the brother who raised me was Neal. And the paper's say he's dead."

"Fine. Stay home. This is just for today. You will be at school tomorrow, and the office after."

Meghan sighed. "I still say you should tell Harvey about me. It might be your saving grace if Jessica should use me against you one day."

Neither sibling knew she had just predicted their future.