A/N: Here is chapter 3! I am just ironing out the final full plot for this story. It's going to be a real adventure for the pair - a true testament to their relationship, if it can survive. I like big brother Harvey, but I think he's about to be in over his head with this sister of his. THank you to everyone who has taken the time to view, visit, favourite and follow. And thank you to Andelin, HoldYourHorsesMister and cicia724 for the reviews! I appreciate you all! Thank you and enjoyyyy this chapter. As a forewarning, there may be a delay before chapter four comes out due to a crazy few weeks ahead in my life. But it's in the works!

Harvey and Emilie enjoyed a quiet pizza dinner. They each had a glass of red wine. After dinner, they both sat independently. Emilie curled up onto the corner of the leather couch with a book and Harvey sat at his desk under his shelves of books, working on a case.

They both wanted to ask the other if this was their normal Friday night but they hardly spoke.

Emilie wasn't sure what time she fell asleep on the couch, but she woke up hours later with a blanket draped over her body. She noticed Harvey had left a lamp turned on beside the couch but had otherwise retreated to his bedroom. She smiled as she pulled herself off the couch, dragging her feet to the spare room to try and actually sleep. Her bags had been moved to the desk and the bed had been made up, too.

Emilie knew the entire situation she found herself in was sudden and unsettling. She knew her living situation was not entirely secure, especially now.

She also knew reaching out to Harvey for help was risky but at this very moment, as she crawled under the blankets in his spare room, she had a sense of safety for the first time in months.

Harvey returned home Saturday afternoon to find his sister sitting on his terrace. Before stepping out to interrupt her, he dropped a bag of groceries on the counter and noticed a makeshift vase of sunflowers had appeared on his table.

He had been up early that morning to go to the gym, then spent a few hours at the office. He couldn't remember the last time he had gone to an actual grocery store but his sister's comment about his cooking had inspired him. He had a dinner date that night with a woman he'd gone on a few dates with, but he wasn't sure he wanted to go. He knew his hesitance was reason enough to cancel.

He had left a note for Emilie that morning about a few basic apartment things before he left, as she had still been in bed. He wasn't sure what the average university student did on a Saturday but he did want to iron out some ground rules while she stayed at his place.

He also needed to talk to her more about her landlord but he wasn't sure how to start.

He slid open the far door in the corner and stepped out onto the terrace, smiling slightly at the sight of her. She was wrapped in a blanket, laptop in front of her. She had headphones covering her ears and a concentrated look on her face. It wasn't exactly nice weather to be outside - it was a grey fall day, the temperature was cool and there was a sense of impending rainfall.

Emilie finally broke away from her laptop when Harvey was standing just a few feet away. He stood with his arms crossed over his chest. She almost didn't recognize him in casual clothes - he was wearing a grey sweater and dark jeans.

She pulled down her headphones.

"You know it's going to rain soon," he started, giving her a raised eyebrow. "You may want to come in."

"I know," she replied, closing her laptop, "I'm actually hoping for a thunderstorm. I was going to move inside a little while ago, but I got caught up in some work." Just as she finished her sentence, there was a loud crack of thunder above them. Her eyes grew wide as she grabbed her things and hurried inside behind Harvey.

"I haven't had a balcony or outdoor space in years so I figure I should make the most of it," Emilie continued once she had closed the door behind her. Moments later the rain started to pour down in sheets.

The brother and sister pair both paused for a moment to watch the rain fall, listening to the sound as the rain hit the windows.

"I'll admit I don't spend a lot of time out there," Harvey continued, turning his gaze away from the windows and walking into the kitchen. "I need to talk to you about a few things."

Emilie placed her laptop down on the table, dropped the blanket on the couch then sat on one of the island stools across from her brother. "Okay."

All day, whether he was at the office or running at the gym, Harvey's mind has been preoccupied by this whole situation with his sister.

Best case scenario, there was not a camera in his sister's bathroom. He'd help her find a new apartment. They might make amends. Life would go on.

Worst case scenario - well, he was trying not to think about it.

"Are you hungry?" He asked her after she sat down. He was leaning against the counter and facing her at the island. "Have you eaten anything today?"

She rolled her eyes at him, "Yes, Harvey. I had cold pizza for breakfast and when I was at the farmers market earlier I had lunch." Harvey knew he shouldn't have asked her and he knew it would annoy her, but there was a part of him that would always be concerned about her eating habits.

"Okay, what can you tell me about your landlord?" Harvey shifted from curious big brother into inquisitive lawyer quickly.

Emilie let out a breath and thought for a moment. "His name is Jason Moore, I don't see a lot of him. I think he has family in New Jersey because he's often gone on the weekends."

"Is he married?"

"I don't think so. I think he lives alone."

"How old is he?"

Emilie paused, "He's about your age, maybe a bit younger."

"Has he ever invited himself into your apartment?"

She shook her head, "No. he's always been very nice to me, he said he was grateful to have a quiet tenant. He said I reminded him of his niece." She paused. "Now that I think about it, when I first moved in he told me his door was always open if I needed anything. Or he'd invite me over for dinner."

Harvey's eyes grew a bit wider as she talked.

"I'm not an idiot, Harvey. I never went to his place. And I always kept my door locked. I just never had any reason to think he was anything but kind. Although I will admit he's always seemed a bit intense."

"Intense? What do you mean?"

"I don't know how to explain - he wasn't forceful but he asked me a lot of questions after I moved in. Always wanted to see if my internet was working okay or if I was having any issues."

"Can you remember any instance where he may have been in your apartment when you weren't there?"

She shook her head again, "I don't think so. Well, actually, I think he checks the smoke alarms every eight weeks."

Harvey gave her a hard glance.

"What? Would you rather I have been there alone in my apartment with him or have him in there without me? Why does this matter?"

"Because the police are going to ask you all these questions too, Emilie. And it's important that everything is on the table."

She didn't argue. Harvey's tone was serious and it made her even more worried.

"How much do you pay in rent?"

She sighed. "I pay $1100 all in. It was listed for $1300 but he gave me a deal. He didn't make me pay first and last or any security deposit, either."

"C'mon, Emilie. Was that not any kind of red flag? It sounds like he baited you into being his tenant."

"Is that a helpful comment?" She snapped at him.

"Well, I'm sorry but with a little common sense, this whole thing seems pretty clear. He wanted a young, female tenant so he could…" Harvey stopped himself from continuing. For a moment, he lost himself and forget this was his little sister sitting in his apartment.

"Harvey, has it occurred to you that I am scared out of my mind over this whole situation?" She put her hands down on the counter, balled into fists. She could feel her nails digging into her skin. "Months ago, aside from couch surfing this apartment was my only option."

She stood up off the stool and started to pace around the apartment, "Did you know that before I came to your office yesterday I threw up multiple times? If that's really a camera and there's footage of me, I just... I can't even bear to look at myself in the mirror right now because I'm so fucking ashamed that I let myself get in this situation."

"All I can do to distract myself is throw myself into schoolwork to shut my brain off from thinking about it." She swallowed hard, her voice was quiet. "I feel like I'm going to self-destruct."

Harvey let all her words sink in. He figured his sister wasn't herself these past few days but he clearly wasn't thinking of this from her perspective. He wanted to gather information that would help her but it didn't occur that maybe it was a much more delicate situation for her. And he was disappointed in himself for not being more careful about his word choice.

He was slightly grateful to be getting some honesty and real emotion from her. Finally. He also realized that over the course of the day, he hadn't even asked her how she was feeling.

Before he could ask, his phone started to buzz. He glanced down to see an incoming call from his dinner date. He sighed and glanced over at Emilie, who was staring at him, arms crossed.

"Oh just take it. Whatever. Don't let me interrupt your life." She rolled her eyes again and walked to the guest room, firmly closing the door behind her.

Harvey cancelled his dinner date. Then spent the evening alone.

Shortly after their argument, Emilie had left her room and said she was going out.

"Where are you going?"

"Doesn't matter. If you didn't care about where I went at night two days ago, you don't really care now, either."

"Emilie." His voice was stern.

"Harvey." She mocked his tone.

He rolled his eyes and gritted his teeth. "When will you be back?"

"That also doesn't matter." She was nearly out the door.

"Well, at least take a fucking umbrella!"

He thought about uncancelling his date or calling another female friend to go for a drink, but he felt defeated. He almost called Louis to take him up on an earlier offer of going to the movies, but he knew even that act of desperation was just a distraction from thinking about his upset sister.

It wasn't his intention to stay up and wait for her. But he kept delaying going to bed. He finally texted her around midnight, although he wasn't certain she knew his number anymore. For all he knew, actually, she had blocked him months ago.

72 hours ago, he didn't feel the same sense of worry about his sister that he did now. Of course she crossed his mind often but it was always in a curious way. Now, she had charged out of his apartment hours ago without another word, and all he could think of was no-win situations. What if she didn't even come back?

Just as he was turning off the sports highlights reeling across the tv, he heard his door open.

He stood up off the couch and peered down the hallway, seeing his sister leaning an umbrella in the corner and peeling off her coat.

As she made it to the kitchen, she noticed her brother watching her from across the room, "Did you wait up for me?"

"I just happened to still be awake," Harvey defended himself. "Where were you all night? I think maybe we need to-

"Can we schedule this lecture for tomorrow night? I have to be at the cafe at 8." She pulled her phone from her pocket to check the time. "And if you need to know I was at the school library - I have a bunch of friends at Tisch and I often join their film club for movie nights."

Was Harvey really supposed to believe his rambunctious sister was spending the first Saturday night of the year at the library? He just stared at her for a few more moments.

Emilie didn't wait for him to respond. "Goodnight, Harvey," she said through a yawn.

Emilie was out of the apartment early Sunday morning. She didn't notice if Harvey was awake or even still home. The rain had cleared up, thankfully, and her walk to work from Harvey's was less than 20 minutes. She appreciated the convenience.

Her shift was over by one that afternoon and she was knocking on Ethan's door by two. He welcomed her into his apartment with a kiss and they promptly found themselves horizontal on his bed.

Ethan had been very easy to flirt with when Emilie started at the cafe - he was charming, casual, headstrong. He took his job very seriously and loved experimenting with different products for customers. He had taken a year of pastry school but dropped out, but Jackie had taken him in to help her bake.

Emilie didn't want to date him, per se. They had both decided early on, after one too many happy hour drinks, that they didn't need someone to date. But they each needed someone to do everything else with. So their friends with benefits situation was working well, so far.

There were moments when Emilie wanted more but she usually stopped herself from exploring those feelings. It was easier to embrace her desire to be alone than to let someone further into her life. And their situation worked.

Ethan was tall, with mocha skin, short black hair, and a glowing had stubble growing across his skin, as he usually did on the weekends before going clean shaven for his work week. He was captivating when he talked but could make anyone laugh. And his experience in the bedroom always blew Emilie away.

"Em," Ethan started to speak as they wrestled in his bed sheets, "What's wrong?"

She stopped what she was doing and looked up at him, propped up on both arms above her. "Nothing?"

"You're especially aggressive today."

"Is that a problem?" she smirked, grabbing onto his shoulders and attempting to flip him off her. She climbed on top of him this time and reached up to pull off her shirt. "I don't want to get into it. I'd like to be home by four, though, so less talking." She leaned down and pressed her lips onto his, as he hands reached up to hold her close to his chest.

"I'm starting to think you only like me for my body," Ethan joked as she pulled away from him. She just smirked then shrugged. She let out a playful yelp as he grabbed her and flipped her onto her back this time, pressing his body against hers.

After an intense romp that lead to round two in the shower, Emilie was redressed and heading out the door.

"Want me to walk you to your stop?" Ethan asked her, as she ran her fingers through her damp hair.

"I'm walking, actually."

"To Queens?"

She hesitated. "No, I'm staying with my brother this weekend. A pipe burst at my apartment."

"Doesn't your brother live in Boston?"

"It's my other brother."

"Your life is so mysterious, Em."

She couldn't help but laugh, "I'll give you the whole family tree another time. See you Tuesday!"

Harvey's Sunday was a bit more casual than his Saturday. He made himself breakfast and coffee at home, then read the Sunday edition of the New York Times at his dining room table.

in the afternoon, he headed out for a run through Central Park. It was nice to try and clear his head on days like this. He was still not sure how to handle what was going on with his sister and her landlord, but he was hoping they could have a civil conversation about it this time.

He stopped by his favourite record store on the way home, quietly sorting through rows of old music to add to his collection.

As he browsed, he got a phone call from his sister in law.

"Don't tell me, the spell Marcus put on you finally wore off and you need out." He could hear her laugh on the other end.

"Harvey, you know I love your brother."

"For reasons I'm sure I'll never understand." He smiled to himself.

"I need your RSVP for Marcus' surprise party in a few weeks."

"Shit," Harvey didn't want to admit he had already forgotten about it. He had every intention of clearing his weekend at the end of September. "You know what, I'll make it work. I'll be there. I guess you only turn 40 once."

"Thanks Harvey. I know he'll be happy to see you. Lily and the kids will be, too."

"Did Emilie RSVP?"

There was a delay in her response, "Yes, I think she already bought her train ticket."

"Well, I'll see you in a few weeks then, Katie."

They hung up a few moments later. Transitioning to his normal family life had been strange for Harvey - after spending so much time apart, he still found himself anxious about family events. He had realized the only thing he could do was just let some things go and try to make peace, for the sake of having a fulfilling relationship with his mother.

He pulled up his calendar and made a few adjustments to the last weekend of the month. He then shot an email to Jessica about taking a half day that Friday afternoon as well.

He finally returned to his building around four and he ran into his sister coming home at the same time. They stepped into the elevator together and he peered over at her wet hair.

"Did you get caught in a sudden rainstorm?"

"I went to the gym after work."

"That's a terrible lie, kid. You don't have a gym bag and you're still wearing your work clothes."

She rolled her eyes and turned towards her brother as the elevator dinged at their floor, "Since you're so keen to know, I went and visited a friend after work and we had sex in his shower. Is that what you wanted to hear?"

She stepped out of the elevator in front of him and he stood there for a moment, jaw dropped open. She turned around and raised her eyebrows up at him, a full body shrug that said 'well, you asked.'

He followed her down the hall into his unit. Harvey was still stunned by her comment but he was trying to take it in stride.

"Emilie, there are some things we need to talk about."

"Right, the lecture." She smirked at him. "Just let me change."

She exited her bedroom a few moments later, dressed in a pair of black leggings and over-sized grey NYU pullover. She dropped down on the couch and watched as he fiddled with his French press.

"Coffee?"

She nodded, "Just milk in mine, if you have any."

He brought over a mug of coffee for her and sat on the chair beside the couch.

"So," he let out a breath, "I realize you are an adult and you value your independence. I know this is a short term living situation but I don't think it's unfair of me to ask where you're going or when you may be coming home."

"I'm not your responsibility, Harvey."

"I'm aware but you don't get to decide whether or not I care about you and your well-being. Especially if this," he struggled to find the words, "hidden camera thing turns into something else."

Emilie pursed her lips together for a moment, fighting off her initial angry reaction. She reminded herself that Harvey was, in fact, helping her for free and letting her stay with him without question. The least she could do was compromise.

"I will let you know my work and school schedule, and try to give you a heads up when I'll be out late." She spoke like they were making a business deal. "Can you put your number into my phone again?" She was embarrassed about asking him that, but she had been pretty definitive about cutting him from her life after their big fight.

"If it's the least I can do," he rolled his eyes, leaning forward to grab her phone and key in his number. "You got a text from Ethan, by the way." He squinted at her phone and she reached to grab it back.

"Okay, stop. Now, my turn." She pointed at him and circled her hand around. "You tread a thin line between brother and lawyer and it's annoying. In the past two days you've cut me off, or ignored what I've said multiple times. You don't play fair." She leaned back onto the couch then pulled forward again. "And stop calling me 'kid', it's condescending."

Harvey let out a breath and nodded. That was a fair ask. He knew he could be defensive with her, mainly because she always seemed ready to argue with him. But the version of his sister sitting in front of him was not as argumentative as he remembered. So, he needed to try harder.

"Okay."

"Okay. So, can you please tell me what happens next with this...situation." She scrunched up her face to think. "Let's just refer to it as a finch, instead of a camera."

He raised an eyebrow at her. "Finch?"

"They're notoriously quiet birds. You would just forget they exist."

"Okay, I'll play along." He tilted his head to think for a minute. "If the police determine that's a hidden..finch in your bathroom, they will arrest your landlord and do an investigation. Hidden surveillance law is complicated and heavy. It's a class D felony to record someone without their permission where they are granted a reasonable expectation of privacy. It can get more complicated if-

Harvey cut himself off.

"If what?" Emilie asked him quietly. She tried to read what he was thinking but he had an impressive poker face. He didn't respond. Instead he stood up and headed over to his bar cart, grabbing a bottle of Irish cream. He walked back over and poured some into his coffee, and extended an offer to her. She just shrugged, so he splashed some into her mug, too.

"Harvey."

"Em," he sat back in his chair and looked over at her, pausing to sip his coffee. "If the finch actually took and kept video footage of you.." Harvey swallowed again, then did his best to remind himself that he was a lawyer and right now his sister was like his client. Just say the words. Just be honest. "If he actually took and kept video footage of you in the shower or without clothes on, then, well, that's a different story."

She just nodded her head slightly, pulling her legs up onto the couch and hugging her knees to her chest.

Harvey took another gulp of his coffee and watched her. This version of his sister - quiet, vulnerable, worried - was hard for him to accept. He felt a sudden urge to hug her, comfort her in some way but he didn't know how. This sudden protective feeling washing over him was new.

"First things first, we'll have to go back to your apartment. Tomorrow afternoon or evening. I have a friend who works as a detective for the 89th. He'll do a thorough search to see what's really going on."

She nodded, "You'll come with us though?" She didn't want to say it out loud again but she was scared about the whole process. Especially when she remembered there might be inappropriate recorded footage of her.

"Of course. If he's arrested, there will be a prosecutor handling the case but I promise I'll be by your side every step of the way."

"I thought Harvey Specter didn't do promises." She raised her eyebrows at him, a small smile turning up her lips.

"Yeah, well, sometimes I make exceptions. Sue me."