When Emilie woke up on Saturday morning, she felt like she had been hit by a truck. She was curled up on her bed facing the wall and she didn't dare try to move. Her stomach was rumbling with nausea, her head felt like it was being hit with a jackhammer. As much as she wanted to get drunk the night before, she was brimming with regrets now.

Usually she could mitigate a hangover but that didn't work out for her this time.

The problem this particular morning was the emotional hangover, too.

She rolled over onto her back and groaned. She moved her hand around on the bed and found her phone. She saw a few missed messages from Leah and Claire. She ignored them but read one from Ethan. She had no recollection of messaging him but apparently she had. Her texts to him were mainly incoherent but she did appreciate him checking in to make sure she was alive.

After she responded to him, she sat up in bed. She groaned again and immediately fell back down into the blankets.

A few moments later, there was a knock at the door. She didn't respond.

The door opened anyway.

"Good morning, sunshine," Harvey said to his sister, pausing to lean on the doorframe. He had a cup of coffee in one hand.

Emilie opened her eyes to look up at him then sighed. "I would not describe this morning as good."

"C'mon, let's go for a run," Harvey countered her unhappy response.

"Are you joking?" She glanced over at him. "Do you want me to vomit in Central Park? I don't think so."

"Okay, a walk then. Let's go. The fresh air will help your self inflicted illness."

"Can this walk end with a greasy breakfast?"

After a quick shower, Emilie was dressed and ready. Well, physically ready. Throughout her morning she had been having flashbacks to the night before - karaoke, tequila, vodka sodas, Mike Ross and his pretty girlfriend, crying into Harvey's chest - and she didn't want to talk about it. And she was hoping Harvey didn't want to talk about it either.

She met him in the kitchen where he was typing into his phone, dressed in his running gear. He glanced up at her as she walked in. She was wearing leggings and a grey zip up hoodie, under her army green coat. She looked outside and sighed at the bright light, putting on her sunglasses, too. Harvey couldn't help but chuckle.

"Can you please stop laughing at me?" She groaned at Harvey as they got into the elevator.

"It's my right as your brother to get some joy out of this misfortune," he replied, smirking. "Just like it's your right to roll your eyes at me."

"Not fair. I don't even have enough energy to roll my eyes."

Once they were outside, Emilie had to admit she found the cool air refreshing. Fall was coming into New York slowly but the crisp mornings were a reminder that summer was gone.

They walked in silence most of the way to Madison Square Park. Emilie did her best to keep up with Harvey's less than casual pace.

"So," Harvey started to slow down as they walked through the park. "You're smoking again?"

Emilie sighed. "I guess this conversation is happening. No, I had one cigarette last night. What else did Mike tell you?"

"Mike didn't tell me shit. You smelled like an ashtray when you got home."

"Oh. Well. One cigarette won't kill me." Emilie just shrugged. She paused to cough as she finished talking and Harvey gave her a skeptical glance. He stopped and sat down at a bench, inviting her to sit.

Harvey looked over at his sister.

"I know you don't care, Harvey, but I'm not okay. Can't you see I'm not okay?" Her body was shaking as she sobbed into his sweater.

"Shhh, it's okay. I'm here. I've got you."

The two stayed in that position for a few moments, Emilie doing her best to gain control of her breathing as she cried.

"Harvey," she said quietly as she pulled away, "I'm scared."

It was that sentence - those two words - that weighed the heaviest on Harvey's heart. Suddenly his sarcastic, pain in the ass 23-year-old sister was very honest and vulnerable. His mind flashed through memories of Emilie. Admittedly they were mostly glossy and reimagined, or angry and frustrated.

"Emmy, you've gotta let me help you. You can talk to me, you know?"

"I don't think I can. It's never been that easy for us." She pressed her hands into her crying eyes. "All we do is fight. Why? I mean, I know why. I guess it doesn't matter."

Harvey didn't know what to say. He always thought that his sister was too much like him in some parts of her personality. That's why they were always butting heads. He didn't like to dig down any deeper than that. That's what usually lead to their big, destructive fights.

Emilie looked away from her brother, reaching out to grab the glass of water from the island. She took a big gulp. Harvey's silence was obvious.

She rolled her eyes, returning to rest her arms and head on the counter, "I find your lack of response disturbing."

"Did you just try to quote Star Wars to me?"

Emilie looked back at him.

"Thank you," she said, "for caring about me."

"Of course I care about you, Emilie. You've painted me as some emotionless Batman villain for some reason."

"Oh my god, Mr. Freeze, let me finish." She paused. "I know these past few weeks really disrupted your life and this is not the ideal way to spend your free time, but I'm grateful for your help. And for the bed and place to stay. I've been feeling pretty lost and alone these past months and it's nice to be around family."

Harvey nodded, "I have to admit it hasn't been terrible having you around."

"Well, thanks."

"Em, I have a lot of regrets about how we - how I handled things back in February. If I had just helped you out then you wouldn't be in this mess."

"Sure, that might be true but we can't go back in time and do things any differently. I acted like a huge brat and you had every right to deny giving me any assistance." Emilie sighed. "This sucks. Truly. But hopefully my piece of shit landlord will go to jail and we can make sure no one else ends up in this situation because of him."

"How very Mike Ross of you." Harvey sighed. "It's the only silver lining I can see for this right now. You've got a good head on your shoulders, Em."

Emilie let out a breath and smiled. "Okay, I'm starving. Can we get breakfast now that all the emotional stuff is out of the way?"

Harvey stood up and extended his hand to help her up, too. "Sure. But tonight we're staying in. I'll cook."

"You're going to cook? Really?" She pulled down her sunglasses to meet his eyes. "Tonight, hell freezes over!"

Harvey couldn't stop himself from laughing. He threw his arm over her shoulder as they headed towards his favourite diner. "Wow, if that was your Arnold as Mr. Freeze impression you've got a lot of work to do."

Emilie was sitting in a small conference room at the District Attorney's office. She was meeting with the prosecutor on the case, Greg Wright, Finn and Harvey.

She was having a hard time wrapping her head around everything. She also knew her brother was having a hard time not being in control of the situation.

"Listen, Mr. Specter, I want to remind you that you are not obligated to be here and if I wanted your advice, I would ask." Gregory Wright had only a few years of experience under his belt at the DA's office. And of course he knew about the infamous Harvey Specter.

He continued, "Victims don't require lawyers in situations like this, Emilie."

"Don't condescend to her!"

"Harvey, stop. Let him do his job." Emilie turned to Greg. "I want Harvey to be here. Now please, can you all just get on the same page here and tell me what happens next? Why would he reject a plea deal?"

Harvey just sighed and bit his lip.

Greg sighed. "His lawyer thinks drawing this out slowly will get us to loosen up. The plea reduced his sentence to six months in jail. They want us to counter with community service."

"The big issue here is that he doesn't want to be registered as a sex offender," Finn piped in, turning to Emilie. "If a judge finds him not guilty because of lack of evidence, he'll just walk away Scott free."

"But wasn't the camera evidence enough? I don't understand."

"He's claiming ignorance. Well, feigned ignorance. He said they didn't record anything and his lawyer is counting on that loophole," Harvey answered, "And honestly, his lawyer is good." He threw a glance over to Greg who was scribbling in his notebook. He wished he could say the same about his sister's lawyer.

Emilie just sighed. "Can I go back to the apartment and get more of my things?"

Greg nodded, "He's not allowed within 100 feet of the building for 14 more days. So I would go collect everything you want before then."

"You're not going there alone," Harvey continued, glancing over to Finn. "Can you take her?"

Finn just nodded and turned to Emilie, "I have some time now if you want."

She just nodded, suddenly nervous about spending time with Finn directly. There was something about him - maybe it was his perfect, chiseled jaw line - that made Emilie feel a bit intimidated.

Harvey went back to work with Ray and Emilie climbed into the passenger side of Finn's car. It wasn't a police cruiser. Maybe he was off the clock.

She sat quietly for a few moments while Finn fiddled with a few things in the car. She couldn't help but laugh when he started the car and the Hamilton cast recording started to play.

"Wow, you didn't strike me as a Broadway fan," she commented as he started to drive.

"I'm not. But I am a Hamilton fan. My cousins grew up down the street from the Miranda's in Washington heights."

Emilie just smiled at him, "Hey, I'm not judging. I'm just picturing you singing all the King George parts as you do a stakeout or something."

Finn just laughed along with her.

"So, how long have you known my brother?"

Finn drummed his hand on the wheel as he thought, "Two and a half years, I guess. He used to work with my uncle at the DA's office actually so we've worked together a few times." He paused and turned his head towards Emilie at a red light. "He helped me with a civil suit last year. A custody thing. So I owe him some favours."

"Custody?" Emilie was surprised to hear he had kids. He looked only a few years older than her.

She saw his cheeks flush.

"Sorry, you don't have to tell me about it."

She saw him smile again, "No, it's just kind of silly. Custody is a bit of a stretch. My ex was keeping my dog hostage so I needed to take legal action."

Emilie couldn't help but laugh again, "Really? That must be some dog." This was turning into a very cute story. Of course this handsome detective also had a soft spot for animals.

"His name is Pippin. He's a golden retriever. And well, he's my best friend. Long story short, Harvey helped me draft some documents free of charge and I've always been grateful."

The more Emilie learned about her brother, the more surprised she was.

"Pippin sounds adorable. You must have an album full of photos on your phone so I want to see a picture when we stop."

"Actually.." Finn pointed up at the visor above Emilie, indicating her to pull it down. When she flipped it over, there was a picture of a happy golden retriever pinned to the fabric. Emilie couldn't help but 'awwww' out loud as she looked at the picture.

"Wait, Pippin," she squinted to look closely at the photo, "Is that Elvish on his collar? Like Pippin, from Lord of the Rings?" She saw Finn's cheeks blush again. "Didn't take you for a Tolkien nerd." She couldn't help but finally relax as they talked, realizing they had more in common than she first thought.

The nerves that had melted away during their car ride returned then they got to Emilie's apartment. When Finn stopped the car, she just stared out the window at the townhouse.

"You alright?" He asked quietly.

She just nodded, reaching to unclick her seatbelt. "This place just makes my stomach turn now." She opened the door and headed out.

When they got to the bottom of the stairs, she paused again.

"I'm right here with you, Emilie," Finn said, placing his hand on her shoulder. She relaxed at his touch and turned the keys to go in. Her apartment looked the same, save from some footprints on the ground and a few notes left stuck to the walls from the investigation.

Emilie packed up another bag with some clothes and refilled an empty cardboard box with some books and stuff from her bathroom cupboard. It wasn't hard to pack up her life now. She glanced around at what remained - her mattress, some dishes, another box of her things and all her painting supplies.

"I don't have room for that stuff today," Finn pointed to a stack of different sized canvases. "But if you want to come back tomorrow night I can borrow my brother's truck."

"You don't have to do that," Emilie replied, smiling at him. "I'm sure Harvey and Ray can figure out how to move them all."

"Well, just let me know, it's really no trouble."

"Thanks, Finn. I appreciate Harvey cashing in one of his favours for me."

Finn opened his mouth to say something else when they heard a door slam in the driveway outside. Emilie froze for a moment, her heart rate increasing. She took a step towards the front of her apartment, peering out the small front window.

"Is that your landlords vehicle?" Finn asked her quietly. She shook her head.

"Just wait here a second." Finn swept past her and opened the door and headed up the stairs. Emilie didn't move as she listened to what was going on above. She heard a muffled voice she didn't recognize, then heard Finn's voice. They spoke for a few moments then Finn's voice grew a bit louder. She heard footsteps again and another slamming door, before the vehicle sped off.

Finn hurried back down the stairs, reopening the door to see Emilie standing where he left her, eyes wide.

"Just a contractor, apparently. Said it was his brother's place and he's the one renovating. I'm not sure if he's allowed on the property but I asked him to leave. You haven't come back here alone, have you?"

She shook her head.

"Okay, well, I can't tell you not to but I'm sure Harvey will. I don't think it would be safe for you to come back here again by yourself. Ever."

She just swallowed hard.

"Sorry, Emilie, I'm not trying to worry you but I wouldn't trust anyone your landlord knows. They may try to get some information out of you."

"I get it," she responded, nodding again. She took a deep breath and let it out, before glancing around her apartment again. If she had it her way, she would never come back to this place again.

"Do you wanna go grab a coffee or something?"

Thursday was not going well for Emilie.

She was riding off a positive high from her coffee 'date' with Finn the night before but even that couldn't fix her Thursday.

Ethan was avoiding her.

She had bombed an early morning quiz in her elective.

And to top it all off, she tripped heading up the stairs as she was leaving the library and slammed her wrist into the concrete stairs. The pain was unimaginable. She had also managed to crack her phone screen to a point where it was not going to work.

As she got onto the subway after she left school, she contemplated what to do. If she called her mom, without a doubt she would tell her to go to the hospital to check out her wrist. She was in a lot of pain but she wasn't sure how much of it would be covered by her health insurance from school.

She got off the subway near Pearson Specter Litt and headed inside, smiling at Charles the security guard and headed upstairs. If she was going to go to urgent care, she knew she should let Harvey know if she couldn't use her phone to message him.

Donna greeted her when she approached Harvey's empty office.

"Hey Emilie," Donna said, eyes not leaving her computer as she typed. "Harvey's in court this afternoon."

"Oh," Emilie replied, pausing to think about what to do next. "I guess I'll just leave a message for him. I smashed my phone." She pulled it out of her pocket to show Donna. "And my wrist."

Donna stood up in her chair and glanced over at Emilie, who was trying to raise up her wrist. It was very swollen and very purple.

"Oh my god, you need to see a doctor." Donna hurried around the desk and grabbed her wrist. "Does this hurt?" She brushed her hand against the joint. Emilie gasped out loud.

"Just a bit," she replied, swallowing hard. "If you can just let Harvey know I'm going to urgent care and that-

"You're not going to the hospital alone." Donna's comment came out like more of a certain statement.

Emilie just shrugged, "I mean, that was my plan but-

Within moments Donna was pulling on her coat and had her phone up to her ear, motioning for Emilie to walk ahead of her towards the elevators.

"Hey Harvey, it's Donna. We both know you're never going to check this voicemail but I'm taking your sister to the hospital. Wow, if you do check this you're really going to panic. Oh well. Call me!"

To Harvey, there was nothing like the feeling that followed a successful court win. Especially when it meant crushing a smug competitor and getting the number of a cute brunette.

"Thank you, Harvey." He shook hands with his client, the chief operating officer for a large e-commerce company. "You've done it again."

"Well, you know how I feel about bullies, Harold."

"We'll be at Romo tonight if you want to join us!"

Harvey smiled as his client walked away. He was hoping to join the brunette tonight instead but the offer was appreciated. He sat back down at the table for a moment as he gathered his things and went over a few of his missed emails.

Mike slid into the seat beside him, after returning to the courtroom.

"You wiped the floor with that guy," he said to Harvey, excitement waving through him, "Are we celebrating?"

Harvey couldn't help but smirk at his enthusiasm. It was nice to see passion in Mike. Although he was young and had a lot of energy left in this sector of work.

"It's barely five, the workday is not over for you, pal," Harvey patted him on the shoulder. "I'm going to celebrate without you."

He looked at his phone again and noticed he had a voicemail from Donna. He dropped his eyebrows for a moment, briefly confused. Donna didn't leave voicemails.

He put his phone up to his ear to listen to her voicemail. He felt his heart start to race as he listened.

Damnit.

He called her back right away.

"Harvey, hi."

"Donna, you can't leave me a message like that with no follow up. What's going on?"

"Well, I've been preoccupied. I had to drag your sister to Mount Sinai's emergency room because her wrist is definitely broken."

Harvey sighed, sitting back down in his chair. Okay. A broken wrist was not great but at least she was okay.

"One of you could have texted me that information."

"I like picturing your panicking face!"

"Donna."

"Emilie also smashed her phone. I didn't want her to sit here alone."

Harvey suddenly heard his sister in the background, letting out a whimper of pain.

"Ma'am, if you don't sit still we can't get the x-ray completed."

"Well, that pressure you're applying fucking hurts!" Harvey couldn't help but laugh when he heard her reaction.

"Harvey," Donna's voice came back to the phone. "I've gotta go before she attacks this poor technician."

"Thanks for going with her, Donna."

Harvey was grateful for Donna's loyalty. And her heart. He wasn't sure if he would think twice about spending his evening at the ER with his sister. She was perfectly capable of talking to a doctor on her own. But he could understand the situation and knew he should go sit and wait with her instead of Donna.

The brunette would have to wait.

Harvey turned to Mike. "Can you do me a favour?"

An hour later, Harvey was getting out of his car at Mount Sinai with a tray of drinks and Mike. They made their way into the emergency room, navigating their way through curtained rooms until they found Donna and Emilie. They were in a small room, Emilie was laying down on the bed clutching her arm as Donna sat in the chair beside her, flipping through a magazine.

"My saviour," Donna reached her arms out to the tray of drinks Harvey was holding.

Emilie looked up as they walked in. It was comforting to see her brother but she felt terrible for inconveniencing all these people. Especially Donna. Even though she had been enjoying her company.

Although most of her guilt seemed to be floating away because of the painkillers.

"They gave your sister a small dose of a heavy painkiller when they reset her wrist," Donna said quietly as she stood to talk to Harvey.

They watched as Mike sat down on the bed beside her, pulling a new phone out of the small bag he was carrying from the Apple store. Harvey had sent him to go pick up a new phone for Emilie before they came to meet them.

"Where's your broken phone?"

Emilie sat up on the bed slowly, squinting her eyes to look at Mike. She saw the phone box in his hand and shook her head. "Mike, you shouldn't have."

"I paid for that, consider it an early birthday gift or something. Try not to break this one." Harvey replied to her.

"I'm just here to be the tech guy since old man Specter doesn't know what a SIM card is."

Emilie just giggled at his comment, pulling her shattered phone out of her back pocket. She handed it over to Mike as he fiddled with the phones.

"What did the doctor say?"

"First of all, he was very rude." Emilie started to answer but Donna jumped in.

"He wasn't rude. He was just not especially friendly. She broke her wrist in two spots. He'll be back to put a cast on shortly."

"When I asked him what colour cast options there was he told me Racecar Red was only for children, not clumsy adults."

Mike couldn't help but laugh at her responses. "Here." He handed her over the new phone as it buzzed with incoming messages. "Lots of missed texts from Jon Finnegan."

Emilie's eyes opened wide at his comment, glancing from him to Harvey quickly. "Mike did a shot with me at the bar last week!"

"Wow, tattletale." Mike smirked at her, standing up. Harvey just rolled his eyes at them both, then thanked Mike again as he left.

"The Doctor also mentioned if this doesn't heal with the cast, they made need to do a minor surgical procedure to fix it." Donna said quietly to Harvey.

"You are whispering very loudly. I can hear everything you're saying."

"I wasn't whispering at all, cupcake. Someone," Donna pointed directly at Emilie, "freaked out at the word surgery earlier."

Harvey just sighed, walking over and sitting on the bed beside his sister. She looked exhausted, he couldn't only assume the pain medication was going to knock her out into a deep sleep by the time they got home.

"Wrist surgery usually isn't fatal, Em," he said to her, taking a sip of his coffee.

"Harvey," she reached her hand up on her good arm, and gently grabbed his face, "I'm very broke. I'm gonna max out my Visa to cover the co-pay tonight."

Harvey paused while he thought about his response. Of course he was just going to cover whatever bill his sister was faced with in this minor medical emergency. He wouldn't think twice about it. He looked over at Donna who gave him a sympathetic glance. She just nodded then excused herself from the room for a moment.

"I'm going to go find a nurse and see how long we'll be waiting."

"How do you two do that? Talk without words? It's unbelievable." Emilie moved her hand away from her brother's face and fell back on the bed.

"I know what I'm about to say is going to piss you off but please just listen. I will cover your medical bills today and in the future if you need surgery. This is not an alpha move or whatever you called it before. I just want to help. And if you're really bothered by it you can pay me back. Okay?"

Emilie let out a breath and opened her mouth to argue. Then she stopped herself. She didn't have much choice. Her current bank account spoke for itself.

"Okay." She closed her eyes tightly as she laid back in the bed. "Thanks, Harvey."

Harvey knew it was hard for her to accept his help, or any help at all. He felt he had a lot of lost time to make up for in their relationship.

"Oh, how do you feel about driving up to Boston with me for Marcus' party next weekend? Katie said you bought a train ticket already -

"I definitely didn't buy a ticket already," Emilie admitted, shrugging. She meant to but groceries had been taking a priority for her in the summer. "I'll take care of snacks. You're responsible for music."

An hour later, Harvey and Emilie were on their way back to his place. She had a fresh black cast on her left wrist and a sling. Ray had dropped Donna off first and Emilie had promptly fallen asleep on the drive home.

Harvey glanced over at her as they stopped at his building. This moment was quiet. Things felt okay. He knew this sense of calm wouldn't last very long with them - especially with this landlord camera mess.

But he decided in that quiet moment that if rebuilding his relationship with his sister was going to be a long term battle, then these small things had to be considered wins.

Notes: I think maybe Mike and Emilie could be good friends - like an annoying brother and sister pair. I can see their rapport really getting on Harvey's nerves at times. And I'm trying to incorporate some more Donna! Admittedly I haven't seen the finale yet but I saw some very real exciting spoilers online so I can't wait.

And to brag, I was in Toronto last weekend (hi from Canada!) and I got to visit the shooting location for the office and it felt silly but it was very cool. I did see some handsome well dressed businessmen.

Thank you to everyone who has followed along so far! I'm grateful for every review, visit, view! Big thanks to cicia724, Andelin and Guest for the reviews. I'm also so happy to see people as excited about things as I am.

Up next: some help from the cute detective and a visit home to Boston.