A/N: Chapter 2 is ready so here we go! Thank you for the interest so far in this story, I'm enjoying writing and researching for it. I appreciate every follow, favourite, view and visit. And thank you to the two who left a review: Guest and cicia724. Onwards with Chapter 2, I hope you enjoy it.

Harvey used to spend a lot more time in the Greenwich area when he first moved to the city. Young Harvey soaked in the diversity and unique shops and bars in the area. But current day Harvey didn't have much time for social exploration.

He paused outside of Stomping Grounds and planned out how he was going to approach this situation with his sister. He had to admit he was being more confrontational about the whole thing. Considering their history, it was still surprising his sister hadn't fought back with more passion. He really just hoped she would see his visit to the cafe as a peace offering, instead of an ambush.

He entered the cafe to find a small, bustling shop. His senses were flooded with the scent of roasting coffee beans and fresh baked pastries. He stepped into the line and glanced behind the counter to see if he could spot his sister. His eyes landed on her working busily at the espresso machine, catching a glimpse of her dark blonde hair tossed into a messy bun.

After ordering his drinks and half a dozen assorted cookies (including more ginger snaps), he waited patiently at the other end of the counter. He checked his emails as he waited, but spent most of the time watching his sister work. She was diligent and fast paced, but the smile on her face remained.

"Dirty chai latte and a dry cappuccino for...Harvey?" He finally heard his sister's voice call out his order and paused in front of the counter.

"I hope you left a generous tip, Mr. $300 An Hour." Her smile faded as she looked over at him.

"Do you have a few minutes to talk?" He ignored her comment and hoped she could make the time. She glanced to her coworker who just nodded for her to go on.

She took a seat across from her brother at a small table in the corner.

"So, what's going on?" Harvey did his best to read his sister's body language as they sat. She was guarded, stiff.

"My landlord installed security cameras. Without asking."

Harvey paused. "No written notice he was going to enter your apartment? Is there a note in your agreement about surveillance equipment?"

"He mentioned to me in passing was that he was thinking about installing a camera outside the entry door to the staircase. Not when or why or that -"

"Staircase?" Harvey wracked his brain to remember his sister's unit. She and her roommate lived on the third floor of a building near Washington Square. Or that was the information coming back to him from their infrequent chats over the last few years.

"I moved in March." She sighed. "To a studio. In Queens."

"What? Why?" He watched her face fall. "Don't tell me, it's a long story?"

"Harvey," she started again, then struggled to find her words. She glanced around the coffeeshop nervously. How did she even start? "I only have a few minutes."

"Okay, if I'm going to help you, I need to know everything. What time are you off work?"

"I'm here until three today."

"Can you come by my office again when you're done? My calendar opens up around four. Bring a copy of your rental agreement, if you can."

"Can you make sure that annoying security guard knows I'm allowed in the building this time?"

Emilie was waiting for Harvey in his office. The redhead, Donna, had intercepted her as she walked in and let her know Harvey was on his way back from a meeting.

Emilie took the time to gaze through Harvey's record collection. She was curious as to why he displayed such a thing in his office at work but soon realized this was likely where he spent the majority of his week.

"I really do need to put up a Do Not Touch sign on those shelves." Emilie turned to see her brother walk in, shaking his head at her. She pulled her hand away from the records and crossed her arms over her chest.

Mike showed up at the door a few minutes later.

"Mike's better versed with the landlord tenant law in New York - I hope you don't mind." Emilie knew from his tone that his junior partner's presence was not optional. She just nodded and joined them as they sat down at the table.

She pulled out the agreement she had signed with her landlord and handed it to Harvey. He gave it right to Mike.

"So, is it just the camera outside your door?" Harvey started to write a few things down. Honestly, the whole thing seemed pretty cut and dry. Installing cameras without notice is not great but an easy way to break her agreement if nothing was stated.

Before Emilie could say anything, Mike interrupted.

"Did you provide him with a piece of ID when you signed this?"

Emilie thought for a moment, "I'm sure I showed him my license."

"Look," he showed the document to Harvey, "Slam dunk."

"Wow," Harvey smirked.

"What?"

"I take it your legal name is Emilie with an 'ie' not a 'y'.

She grabbed the paperwork back from him, "I never noticed that. Will that hold up?"

"Legally it's rented to Emily Bryant, with a Y." Mike explained to her. "So, we can get you out of this easily." The two men broke into some basic discussion, throwing around legal jargon Emilie wasn't familiar with.

She shrunk into her chair, tangling her hands together in her lap.

"There's something else," she said quietly. Harvey and Mike paused to look over at her.

"What kind of something else?" Harvey's tone was apprehensive. His sister looked worried.

"I knew about the camera outside the door. I mean, it was obvious and I can understand some sort of safety purpose or insurance or something." She paused to swallow, her mouth suddenly feeling bone dry. She looked down, "I think I also found one in my bathroom." The room fell silent.

"Shit," Mike said quietly, putting down the papers in front of him.

"When did you notice it? Are you sure it's a camera? Did you touch it or move it? Is it connected to anything or is it wireless?" Harvey's questions spilled out quickly as he looked at his sister. It's one thing to install surveillance equipment outside for security but inside someone's bathroom? That was a huge invasion of privacy and definitely illegal. "Why didn't you tell me that yesterday?"

"It's not an easy thing to lead with! I tired to get it out but, well, you shut me down pretty quickly."

Harvey opened his mouth to apologize but no words came out.

"And no, I didn't touch it. I've never really looked at the vent on my bathroom wall before but it was freezing the other morning so I was going to open the gate on the vent in there when I noticed this small black circle..." She sighed, avoiding her brother's gaze. "I obviously can't be certain it's a camera but when I waved my hand in front of it, I heard something. Like it's motion activated."

Mike looked over at Harvey. The colour seemed to have drained from his face as he listened to his sister. He wasn't sure exactly what to say or do next, but he did know that this was no longer a rental agreement issue, it was looking to be a police issue.

"Can we go to your apartment?" Harvey turned towards his sister.

She nodded to him, "Sure."

It was suddenly very obvious to Emilie how different their lives were when they climbed into the backseat of Harvey's town car.

Before the thought even crossed her mind that her brother had a driver on retainer, Emilie was planning out the most efficient subway ride back to her apartment.

"So, what happened with the ballerina?" Harvey turned to ask his sister as she looked out the window.

"Ballerina? Oh. Cassie." Emilie figured out he was talking about her old friend and now former roommate. "It's a-"

"Long story? We've got the entire ride to Queens, kid."

Emilie sighed. There was no point withholding any of the details. Harvey was bound to piece things together when he saw her current apartment.

"In February I was under the impression she was resigning our lease agreement at our old place. Turns out she talked to our landlord on her own and signed on for a one bedroom apartment in a different building instead. To live with her boyfriend. That didn't bother me except then I was obligated to the two bedroom lease on my own."

"Technically you could have-

"Whatever you're about to say doesn't matter because I had no clue what to do. That's when I called you for help. You remember World War Three." They both sat in silence for a moment. "I just paid the penalty to break the lease. It was two months rent. Then found something I could afford. This little renovated studio in Queens."

"Did you tell mom? Do she and Bobby even know you moved?"

"They know I'm in a studio now. Not where it is or why I ended up there." She shrugged. "I didn't tell them for the same reason I won't tell them what's going on now. They do not need the added stress." Harvey didn't respond to her. He hated to admit they shared a lot of traits: closed off, wildly independent, never wanting to rely on others.

The rest of their car ride was pretty quiet, save for Harvey taking a call from Mike.

Once they pulled up at the address, Harvey took in the scene. It was an okay street, quiet and full of dated duplex townhouses. He followed his sister to the side of the house, heading down a set of outdoor stairs to her basement unit. He stopped her when they were outside the door.

"If that is a camera in your bathroom and it's active and someone is actually looking at it," Harvey's face tightened up for a moment as he delivered the words to her, "We can't draw attention to it. I just want to see what's going on before I call a friend of mine who's a detective."

"A detective?"

"Yes." Harvey didn't say anything else.

Emilie just nodded her head. She wasn't going to question his thinking although the whole thing was making her feel more and more uncomfortable. She couldn't help but think about what kind of footage might exist if that device was actually recording her in the bathroom.

She unlocked the door and headed inside, Harvey following behind. He took a look around the space. It was recently updated with new laminate floors, a small kitchen on the back wall and a mattress on the floor to his right. The whole space was just... empty. There were a few boxes in the corner, a lamp on the floor, a few stacks of books. In front of the small kitchen was an island with one stool.

"Were you robbed recently?" Harvey finally asked, looking around at the space, confused. He noticed a few canvas paintings leaning up against the left wall, with a small cardboard box of paint supplies spilling onto the floor.

Emilie just sighed, nervously tidying up a few dishes in her sink. "I sold everything I could when I had to leave my old apartment. Two months rent on my own was not easy to acquire." She did miss her couch. And bedframe. And bookcase. And stand up mirror. And most of her shoe collection.

Harvey exhaled quietly. He knew this wasn't his fault. His sister made her own choices. And yet, a feeling of guilt washed over him. He knew he could have helped her out before. If his stubbornness hadn't gotten in the way. If her pride hadn't overcome her. His heart dropped thinking about her selling her possessions, down to her bed frame, just to move into a small shoebox in Queens of all places.

He was struggling to find something supportive to say.

She changed the subject to the reason why they were even in her apartment. "The bathroom is there," she motioned to the door on the left wall, "The vent in question is up above the cupboard."

Harvey took a step into the bathroom. Straight ahead of him was the sink and mirror, to his right a small stand up shower with a clear door, with a window on the far wall. Then to his left was the toilet with a small shelf unit mounted above it. Without looking too hard, he glanced around the small space. He reached up to grab a towel from the middle shelf and swept his eyes over the vent as she has described. He wasn't a surveillance expert but there was certainly something abnormal about the design of the vent - there was a curious black circle near the top. A small circular hole indicated there might be an active lens or recording device built in.

He sighed.

"Does your landlord live in the building?"

Emilie nodded, "He owns this side of the townhouse. It's split into three units and he lives on the top floor. They've been renovating the middle unit for a few weeks." She paused. "They renovated this space before I moved in." The silence that followed her sentence was heavy. Has there been a camera watching or recording her bathroom all this time? She nearly threw up just thinking about it.

Harvey broke her chain of thought, "Have you been sleeping here the last few nights?"

"Well, I noticed it late Wednesday evening after I showered and didn't know what to do. I stayed here but didn't get much sleep. Last night I stayed with a friend who lives near the cafe." She didn't tell Ethan why she wanted to stay the night but he had welcomed her company.

"Okay, well, pack a bag. You're crashing at my place." His words were a final statement.

"Harvey, I'm not-

"Emilie, you're not staying here. Especially if that really is a camera." He paused to gesture around the room. "You don't even have a goddamn bed. How can you live like this?" She recognized his lawyer voice coming through and she didn't like it.

Emilie was grateful for her brother's help, but she knew the way he showed he cared often came out like this: judgemental and demanding.

"I don't know, I just had to make it work, okay?" She threw her hands up in frustration. She closed her eyes tightly, holding back tears.

"Let me help you, please?" Harvey softened his voice this time. Despite their indifference, he cared deeply for his sister. She was a spitfire, and she could be a real pain in his ass. He still hadn't really resolved his anger from their last fight. He knew their relationship growing up didn't count for much. But he also knew he couldn't leave her to stay in that apartment.

Emilie swallowed hard, and quickly wiped the tears from her eyes before opening them to look at her brother.

"Can you promise not to tell Mom about this?"

"Emilie, I don't do promises. This whole thing could get messy." Of course he didn't want to tell his mother and her husband about what was going on. He also didn't want to have his sister tell them, either. "I won't say anything until we have to." He braced himself for a reaction from her.

Emilie stared at him for a moment then let out the breath she was holding, "Okay. I just need a few minutes."

The car ride back to Manhattan was just as quiet as the first. Emilie mainly stared out the window while Harvey answered emails or phone calls on his phone.

He broke their silence.

"You must wake up early on Fridays to get to work."

Emilie turned her head to him. "Up at 4AM usually. I try to get to Grounds by 5:30. Sometimes I'll stay over at my friends place."

"A male friend?"

She squinted her eyes at his comment, "Yes. I'm an adult and I have friends who are male. He works at the cafe, too."

An unusual feeling grew in Harvey's chest when he thought about his sister having a love life. Not that having a friend who was male meant anything but he was suddenly feeling very protective of her. Maybe it was the whole act of dealing with her potentially seedy landlord that was really stirring his emotions.

"It seems like you have something else you want to say, Harvey," she continued to look at him, trying to read his face. She knew he was good at staying stone faced and neutral.

"I just can't remember the last time we had a conversation that didn't involve you starting an argument with me."

She turned her head away from him again, crossing her arms, her gaze returning to the window, "Well, I usually nap after work so I guess I don't have the energy today." Truthfully, she could hardly remember the last time they had a real conversation at all.

Before Harvey could quip back, he was interrupted by his phone ringing. He looked over at his sister once more before answering, wondering what was going through her head.

He remained on the call until they reached his building. Emilie climbed out of the car after her brother, grabbing her duffel bag from Ray as he removed it from the trunk. She thanked him then followed Harvey inside.

He stopped at the doorman's kiosk once they were in the lobby.

"I need a new door code for Emilie Bryant, she may be coming and going for a few weeks." She heard him spell out her name and chat with the doorman.

"A few weeks?" She repeated to Harvey as they got into the elevator.

He gave her a stoic look, as if what he was about to say was very obvious, "Regardless of what happens with this camera situation, you're not living in that apartment anymore. You're breaking that agreement either way."

"It's all I can afford, Harvey."

He completely ignored her response, "Are you hungry?"

She sighed. "That depends. Are you cooking?" Emilie was suddenly aware she hadn't eaten since her piece of banana bread that morning. Her nerves had been getting the best of her. She also had a tendency to forget to eat. It was a bad habit that got her into a terrible mindset as a teen.

"I was going to suggest a pizza. Although, not that I need to defend myself, I am a good cook."

She gave him a skeptical glance. "Your contribution to Christmas dinner last year was canned cranberry sauce."

"No one complained about it." He smirked, shrugging.

It was only in the last few years that Harvey started going to all the family events again.

They stepped off the elevator on the 18th floor and headed down towards Harvey's place.

Emilie was already impressed but not surprised by the lavish condo her brother owned. Even though they had lived near each other for so long, it was Emilie's fourth year of university, neither sibling had made the effort to really spend time together. That's just how they were. Last year for Thanksgiving Emilie had even taken a train home on her own instead of driving with Harvey.

She also knew Harvey liked his privacy.

He gave her a quick tour - terrace, large kitchen and island, cozy den style living room, guest room, bathroom. He had his own en-suite so she was free to have her own space, too.

The spare room had a charcoal grey futon that converted into a double bed, a small glass desk and a wall mounted tv. It was already more furniture than Emilie's studio. She dropped her bag and backpack onto the floor and sighed. She did not anticipate this is how her week would be ending.

"I'm going to jump in the shower," she announced to Harvey as he leaned on the kitchen island, typing away on his phone.

Harvey didn't realize how long she was in the shower until she finally reappeared. She was trying to hide it, but he could tell her eyes were red. He could only assume she had been crying but he didn't want to press about it. Even if he did ask, he was certain she wouldn't tell him the truth about how she was feeling.

Harvey was sitting at the island on a stool, "Pizza will be here soon. Are you still doing the vegetarian thing?"

She nodded, sitting down at the far stool from him, but turned in his direction, "I am still doing the vegetarian thing, yes."

"Okay, well, good thing I ordered two pizzas, just in case. It's a sin to order a New York pizza without pepperoni." Emilie laughed at his comment, rolling her eyes. Harvey relaxed finally. He hadn't heard her laugh or smile all day. Maybe she was finally feeling kind of okay. Safe, even.

"So," Emilie started, pulling her phone out of her sweater pocket, "Did Marcus send you the kids first day of school pictures?"

Harvey nodded, a smirk crossing his face. "It's unfortunate Matteo looks so much like his dad with that dumb smile."

"Right?" Emilie laughed, "That was my exact comment. Marcus told me I was 'not as funny as I think' when I replied to him."

Harvey's smirk turned into a smile as he watched her laugh. He wasn't sure where the next few weeks were going to take him but for that very moment, he was happy to have her company.