"You know, too much caffeine is bad for your heart." Harvey was climbing back into the SUV in the Target parking lot.

Emilie had insisted they stop, mainly to stretch her legs halfway through their drive and to get another coffee.

She buckled her seatbelt, leaving her bag of impulse Target purchases in the backseat and sipping on her iced espresso.

"I just want you to know I showed restraint because I usually get six shots on ice, not four." She put her drink down and kicked her shoes off. "Also, I'm pretty sure drinking scotch and consistently working like 100 hours a week is bad for your heart, too."

Harvey just winced and shook his head, pulling away from the parking lot and back onto the interstate.

"I think you can do better than that Ethan guy, by the way."

Emilie nearly spit out her coffee. She turned her head to look over at Harvey directly. That was a bold statement. She didn't consider his opinion of her love life or sex life. In fact, it was easier to keep those things as far away as possible from her relationship with her family.

Before Emilie responded to him, she reached into her purse, then into her wallet, and pulled out a few coins. She dropped two pennies onto the middle console between herself and Harvey.

"These must belong to you because I didn't ask for your two cents."

Harvey burst out laughing, then rolled his eyes. "Have you been saving that line for this moment? That's funny. I'm going to use that."

Emilie pulled one of her legs up and crossed it under her other leg, leaning back on the door to face him. "You met Ethan for like two minutes last week."

"Yeah and that's plenty of time for me to form an opinion."

"Well, whatever - I'm never going to date Ethan, that's not what our relationship is about."

Harvey just let out a breath and shook his head, keeping his eyes forward on the road. He had never known his sister to really date anyone. She had a tumultuous time in high school but he never really recalled any boyfriends. It wasn't until their recent living situation transpired that it occurred to him she was a grown woman who, as it turned out, had a sex life.

He knew his sister well enough now to realize how guarded she was - it was safe to assume she didn't put herself out there emotionally.

"I've been the Ethan in this situation before," Harvey said to her, "and I know I hurt people. So maybe just be careful."

Emilie couldn't bring herself to quip at him. He was extending some sort of kindness she still wasn't used to.

"You're not about to follow this up with some sort of weird 'practice safe sex' speech, are you?"

Harvey glanced over towards her, giving her a very clear You've gotta be kidding me face. She just laughed then fiddled with the radio. Their drive had been pretty okay so far - neither of them would admit their nervousness over spending four hours together but they had survived the worst of it.

"So," Emilie took another sip of her coffee. "You don't get very personal at work, do you?"

"What makes you say that?"

"Out of all your coworkers, Donna was the only one who even knew I existed."

Harvey hesitated before he answered. No, he didn't get into his personal life at work. Especially when it came to his mother and his sister. It was much easier to draw a line in the sand between those parts of him.

"I deal with a lot of terrible, entitled people and their shit day in and day out. So, it's a lot easier to keep my personal life to myself. Plus, well, it's taken a long time for me to even have my family in my life again. There wasn't a lot to share about before, anyway."

Emilie wasn't sure what kind of answer she was expecting when she started this conversation.

Growing up, she saw Marcus a lot more than she saw Harvey. The age gap between her and her brothers impacted that, of course - they were already grown up with their own lives when she was young. It didn't take long for her to pick up on her dad's anger towards Harvey, or how her mom's face got sad at Christmas dinners without both her boys. Or Emilie only saw Harvey when she was with Marcus or if she was in the city on her own or for school trips. Harvey was there for her in other ways - she knew he helped with her tuition and he would show up at her school concerts when she was little.

But that didn't stop her from having a lot of resentment towards him for a long time. And usually, it seemed like the feeling was mutual.

Emilie's brain flashed back to one of her worst fights with Harvey. She would always regret it.

"It's not a slight about you."

"Harvey, I'm not taking it personally. We've had a lot of ups and downs - I don't take you as the type to go knock on your coworkers door to rant about me."

"Actually, I've definitely complained to Donna about you these past few weeks." Harvey couldn't help but smirk at his sister.

"Wow, rude."

"What? I've been living on my own since after college so I'm not used to other people leaving their coffee mugs all over the place."

"Oh my god, I left one mug on the coffee table! One time."

"I have coasters for a reason."

"You're deranged."

The surprise party for Marcus was taking place in his new event space above the restaurant. The renovations had just been completed and Katie easily baited him there by having someone from the restaurant scare him with a water leak.

Emilie and Harvey made it into town with enough time to change and freshen up. They were both staying at Lily and Bobby's, Emilie in her old room and Harvey in the spare room in the basement. Emilie knew her brother had reservations about staying there but he kept tight lipped about it. Their mother was insisting they stay so it wasn't worth the argument otherwise.

They took a cab to the restaurant and waited with the rest of Marcus and Katie's friends and family.

Lily and Bobby had already arrived with Haley and Matteo.

"Uhm, Matt, how are you the same height as me all of a sudden?" Emilie pulled her nephew into a hug. It was hard sometimes to remember Emilie was an aunt to a 13 year old and an 11 year old. She was just above that she when she started babysitting them.

"Uncle Harvey, you have to come over tomorrow and play ball with me and Dad," Matt's attention was quickly pulled away from Emilie and directed towards his cool Uncle Harvey.

Emilie turned to see Harvey shaking hands with her dad and she felt a slight measure of relief.

"Hey, there's my girl," Bobby wrapped Emilie into a hug, giving her a kiss on the forehead. "Thanks for taking care of her the last few weeks, Harvey."

Harvey smiled at his stepfather, "Of course. Sorry I can't help her learn to walk up stairs properly."

"Wow, low blow," Emilie replied to him quickly, raising her cast and flipping him off.

"Hey now, please keep it civil, you two," Lily interrupted their chatter, sneaking her arm behind Harvey's and leaning in to hug him.

"Harvey started it," Emilie joked, moving over to hug her mother. "Hey, where's Hales?"

Lily pointed to the end of the room where her granddaughter was sitting. Haley was seated at a tall bar top table, head down with a book in her hands. Emilie couldn't help but smile at her niece. As much as she was an extrovert, Emilie was a bookworm and would have been hiding out in a corner at an event like this, too. She made her way over and hopped onto the seat beside her.

"Auntie Emilie," Haley looked up from her book, a smile spreading across her face.

"Whatcha reading?" Emilie threw her arm over her niece's shoulder, peering down at the book. Harry Potter.

"Prisoner of Azkaban."

"My favourite book in the series!"

"Dad said once I'm done these books he'll let me start Lord of the Rings."

"No, you've gotta start with The Hobbit." Despite his nature, Marcus was a big reader and Emilie was always grateful for the books he would give her for gifts over the years. And clearly that passion had been passed down to Haley, too.

Emilie continued to sit and talk Potter. Harvey eventually popped by to say hello and bring them both drinks - a glass of red wine for Emilie and a Shirley Temple for Haley.

Soon enough, the room went dark and quiet as Marcus and Katie arrived. Emilie and Haley made their way to the front to stand with the family as they waited for the big surprise.

Marcus only said the word fuck twice when he realized what was going on. The relief on Katie's face was very clear once the charade was up. Emilie immediately got a glass of wine into her hand.

Once the calamity had settled down, Harvey found a seat in the corner of the room and Marcus took a seat to join him.

"Thanks for tearing yourself away from big city law for me, shithead," Marcus gave him a playful shove.

Harvey just smiled at his brother, "Well, I missed your 30th so I figured I should make it to this one."

As the brothers continued to chat, they were soon interrupted by their sister. She stood across from them and smiled politely.

Marcus let out a laugh. He knew that smile meant she wanted something. "What do you want, kid?"

"Marcus, does Lucky still work in the kitchen?"

"He does, yeah. I think he's down there tonight. Why?"

"That entire appetizer table is meat centric. I want something off the menu." She wanted eggplant Parmesan, considering her brother had added it on permanently after years of her complaining. And she knew her old friend Peter Luck from high school would make it for her.

"Hey, how come you don't give Marcus shit for calling you kid?"

"Because Marcus is so kind and letting me abuse his restaurant owner power to my advantage." She leaned in and kissed Marcus on the cheek then hurried away.

"Hey, I didn't say yes to that. Emilie! Don't harass my staff!"

Marcus just rolled his eyes when he saw her turn around and wave, before heading downstairs to the kitchen.

"So, how's that going?" Marcus shifted to look at Harvey, who was sipping a beer.

"Life with Emilie?" Harvey paused to think for a moment. "Challenging."

"I can only imagine. At least she's grown up a bit. I was thinking the other day about when I let her work here part time as a hostess, I think it was her senior year of high school. She yelled at a guy for ignoring his wife at the dinner table. It was honestly so funny but I had to move her to dish duty."

"Why am I not surprised by that story?" Harvey laughed. The one good thing about allowing himself back into his family life was learning about all these old memories. It was hard to accept he missed so much in their lives but he tried to make an effort to be involved now.

Marcus paused for a second, then his smile faded. "What's really going on though? I don't believe the pipe burst in her apartment scenario." Harvey gave him a confused glance. "There's always more to the story with her. Mom and Bobby usually just ignore that fact."

Harvey just nodded. Marcus had a point. He knew his mother saw a different version of Emilie.

"Well, pipe burst or not, just know that I'm handling it."

"You're not alone in this, Harvey. Neither of you are. Asking for help won't hurt you."

"Thank you. I'm trying to take care of her but she's making it a goddamn hassle most days."

"Well, you know where to find me when Hurricane Emilie meets Harvey The Destructor."

The whole family gathered at Marcus and Katie's house Saturday night. September seemed to really be holding onto the summer warmth so it was perfect weather for a dinner outside.

Emilie had spent the morning at a local Farmers Market with her mom, sister-in-law and niece, carefully picking out fresh produce for homemade pizzas. It was nice to just spend time with the girls of the family. It was a stark reminder that living in the city was nice but it left out this warm, fuzzy feeling of being around people you loved. Sure, life at home wasn't always breezy and without headaches, but it was nice to have a break from the hustle.

Emilie couldn't help but feel guilty whenever her mom brought up her apartment. She finally admitted that she had moved out to Queens, under the guise of cheap rent and a great apartment. Even if it ended up kicking her in the ass. Emilie didn't want to stress her mom our talking about her landlord situation. And everyone seemed so excited that she and Harvey were getting along and how he was helping her out.

Before dinner, Emilie took the time to bake a few things for dessert - specifically a batch of chocolate chip cookies and a strawberry pie.

"Hey Em, how come you made Harvey's favourite dessert instead of mine? It's my birthday." Marcus complained to his sister following dinner. Everyone was seated outside on the deck.

"Because she likes me more, clearly." Harvey quipped back at his brother, pointing his fork towards him.

"What did I tell you, Haley? Uncle Harvey is totally a Slytherin," Emilie nudged her niece's shoulder and they both shared a laugh. After they finished their meal and helped clean up, Emilie and Haley escaped to the basement family room to watch the third Harry Potter movie, seeing as Haley had finished the book that afternoon.

After the movie and tucking Haley into bed, Emilie was flagged down by Harvey in the kitchen. He motioned for her to follow him outside. She poured herself a glass of wine and followed him onto the deck.

"What's up?" Emilie sat down on one of the patio chairs and pulled her sweater tightly across her, pausing to sip her wine.

"They pushed the trial back again, apparently. Greg will call you Monday." Harvey fell into the seat across from her.

"What? Why? It's already two weeks away. Isn't there a rule for this?"

"The rule is the right to a speedy trial. Which can be up to 60 days following the initial arraignment."

"But you said this was a felony charge? Isn't that quicker?"

"Class D, Non-violent. It's less severe. They're just using the system to their advantage. It's really a small thing compared to some other trials."

"Great." Emilie sighed. She had a sudden urge to vent to Finn, and ask him some questions. And maybe send him a cute selfie. She patted her pockets for her phone but it became clear she didn't have it on her. "Have you seen my phone?"

"This phone? You left it on the table after dinner." Harvey grabbed it from his pocket but didn't hand it to her.

She reached her hand out to take it from him but he pulled back. "Harvey."

"You wanna explain to me why Jon Finnegan has been texting you all night?"

"Why are you even looking at my messages?" She stood up and grabbed it from him, an irritated look on her face.

"You left it on the table after dinner. Which is so considerate to just leave it laying around after I bought you a brand new replacement phone."

"Oh my god, here we go." Emilie rolled her eyes and started to walk away from him.

"Emilie," Harvey stood up after her and grabbed her uncasted wrist to stop her.

"Stop." She pulled her hand away.

"You can't have any kind of relationship with the detective on your case. He shouldn't even be texting you unless it's about the trial and even then this could be a huge -

"Conflict of interest. Yeah, I know. Mike told me that already." She waved her hand to dismiss him, as her tone increased in volume.

"You talked to Mike about this?" Harvey knew his voice was getting louder now to match hers.

"Yeah, because I knew you would overreact. My conversations with Finn are completely harmless and friendly."

"This isn't an overreaction, Emilie." Harvey's words were sharp as he stood across from her. They were dimly lit by some string lights in the backyard as the sun set. "Do you understand what conflict of interest means?"

"Don't talk down to me, Harvey. I'm not an idiot."

"Well, you're acting like an idiot. And so is Jon Finnegan if he thinks this is appropriate."

"Leave Finn out of this." She had to remind herself not to shout. She knew they were no longer concealing their conversation, considering the rest of the family was sitting in the living room and kitchen area separated by the glass patio doors.

"Besides, all we're doing is talking. Like friends! Just casual conversation. You need to calm down. It's not a big deal." Emilie knew she was lying and she figured her brother wasn't buying it. But at this point there was no way she could say any more.

"It'll turn into a very big deal very quickly. This could totally negate all the evidence and your entire case could-

"What case?" In the midst of their arguing, neither Harvey nor Emilie heard the patio door open. They both turned to see their mom standing there with Marcus and Bobby.

Emilie just sighed, taking a few steps to grab her glass of wine from the table.

"Harvey, Emilie, will someone tell us what's going on?"

Harvey just sighed, raising his hand to rub his temples. "It's a long story."

Emilie was standing in the kitchen with her mother and Marcus. Bobby had asked to speak to Harvey privately so they were sitting on the back deck again.

"Honey, you should have told us what was going on. Especially if you've been having such a hard time these past few months." Emilie was so grateful for her mother's kindness. She traded her wine glass for a cup of tea instead. She was leaning against the kitchen counter, Marcus at her side with his arm around her.

"Yeah, I would have come to help you move or rough up your landlord if he was being such a sleaze," Marcus playfully squeezed her shoulder.

"Listen, I have caused enough hardship over the years I really tried to handle this on my own. It's turned out poorly but hopefully we'll all have peace of mind over the whole thing by Thanksgiving."

"Is Harvey playing fair through this mess?" Marcus asked.

"Well, I'm grateful he's been here along the way although my actual lawyer doesn't think so."

"Is Harvey nice to you, at least?"

"Yes, mom. I mean, we butt heads and he has been trying to micromanage every part of my life but overall, I would say he averages at nice."

They were interrupted by Harvey and Bobby walking back in, positive smiles on both of their faces. Emilie was happy to see their discussion hadn't escalated into a fight too.

"Well, I'm glad we've cleared the air about this whole situation. I'm sorry we kept it from all of you." Emilie continued as they all stood in the kitchen.

"Just keep us updated." Bobby added in, glancing from his daughter to Harvey.

Lily walked over and pulled both Emilie and Harvey into a hug. "And be good to each other, please."

"You don't mind stopping at the cemetery with me?"

Emilie shook her head at Harvey as they climbed into the SUV. "Of course not."

After the late dramatics, the night ended with everyone sitting around playing cards. They all spent the morning having breakfast at Lily and Bobby's and now the pair were heading back to the city.

Emilie was not going to protest if Harvey wanted to stop and visit his father's grave. She knew he didn't get the chance to very often. She felt uncomfortable about the whole thing but she would never admit it.

Harvey and Emilie had a big fight the day of Gordon Specter's funeral and in their typical fashion, neither one of them had talked about it since. Glossed over it, sure, but no apologies were delivered, no explanation given.

Maybe it was better that way - to sweep it under the rug. They both said the wrong things at the time but they were past it now, right?

Emilie felt uncomfortable and she wanted everyone to leave their house.

She didn't have much of a relationship, if any, with Gordon Specter. She knew him as her brothers' father, her mom's ex-husband. She knew her own father's relationship with her mother had torn up that marriage.

Emilie was sitting on the porch railing, looking out at the front yard. She felt like a child hiding outside, avoiding speaking to family. It was hardly her family. She was only there to support her mom and her brothers. Well, her mom and Marcus at least.

She had helped her mom bake a strawberry pie that morning, even though she didn't want to she knew it was the right thing to do. She also didn't want to go to the cemetery and watch her mother cry. But she did.

At sixteen, all of the heavy family drama had been weighing on Emilie. Everything was confusing.

Marcus continued to baby her at every moment. She figured it was how he was dealing with the grief, even though he had children of his own to worry about now.

Harvey had given her a stiff hug at the cemetery but wouldn't even make eye contact with her otherwise.

She didn't know what she hated more - Marcus being overbearing or Harvey being completely absent.

Either way, she was over it and found solace in the spring sunshine outside.

On top of everything else Harvey was dealing with on the day of his father's funeral, he couldn't even think about the state of his sister. He knew from mumblings and half honest conversations with his brother that Emilie was a mess. She was drinking, smoking, not eating, sneaking out.

It was easier to just ignore it.

His relationship with Emilie was complicated. She had an attitude problem. But the biggest issue to Harvey was what she represented to him - the affair. His mother caused him so much pain, caused his father so much pain and he was supposed to revel in having a little sister after all of it.

He tried. He really did.

But sometimes when he looked at her - he saw flashes of his mother. Her eyes. Her laugh. Her betrayal.

Even with Marcus trying to stop him, Harvey stormed out of the house. How could his mother let him be there? Bobby was the reason things were so broken.

On this day. Of all days.

"You couldn't even make it an hour, huh? Shocking. " Emilie hopped off the porch onto the lawn when she saw Harvey rush out of the house. Marcus was waiting inside the door, talking to Bobby.

"I don't have the capacity to put up with your shit today, too, Emilie." Harvey threw his hands up as he looked into the street. There were cars parked everywhere. Where was his car?

"Thanks for gracing us with your presence, Mr. Manhattan. Have a great drive home."

Harvey turned to face his sister. He took in the sight of her. Cigarette tucked behind her ear. Her dark blonde hair had been curled and flowed past her shoulders. Her skin was pale, eyes sunk in. She was wearing a long sleeve black dress hitting around her knee. She was thinner than he remembered.

Harvey felt a sudden urge to hug her.

But he couldn't.

He was angry.

"Your attention seeking tendencies are showing, Emilie. So, why don't you tell me how you really feel."

She let out a frustrated huff and rolled her eyes. Attention seeking tendencies. That was a direct quote from her childhood therapist. How dare he?

"Why do you think you can just come here and have it your way, Harvey? Our life has carried on here without you and it'll carry on once you leave today. It makes no difference to me especially. The way you treat my dad is disrespectful and -."

"Disrespectful? Wow. Grow up, Emilie. You can pick this fight any other day. I'm not doing this with you after I buried my father."

She took a step towards him and pointed directly at his chest, "You're not the only one grieving - you don't get a trophy for saddest boy. Mom has every right to need support and love from her husband. He's allowed to be here."

He grabbed her hand from in front of him, holding onto it as he spoke. "I am well aware I don't get an ownership on sorrow. I don't need my smart ass sister dictating how I feel. This isn't your place."

He threw her hand away, and rolled his eyes. He started to walk away.

This is not how he pictured this day going.

"Harvey, stop." Marcus stepped onto the porch in an attempt to intervene.

He turned back around, shaking his head. "You know what, I'm tired of letting Emilie get her way, saying what she wants without any repercussions. If she wants to be an adult, then I'll address her like one."

Emilie took a step closer towards him, her face was flushed red. She felt her nails digging into her hand as she clenched her fists. "Does it make you feel better to yell at your little sister, Harvey?"

He clenched his teeth. "Half-sister I never asked for."

"Harvey." Marcus took a few steps down onto the lawn. He stood a few feet away. He looked back to see people peering out the windows at them.

"Maybe you should have just stayed home, Harvey. Let my mom and dad be together in peace."

"You know, one day you're going to understand the real world, kid. And it won't be forgiving." He looked at her again. Her eyes were angry.

He watched as she took a few short breaths. He knew she was trying to plan her next sting.

He knew everything was already going poorly.

He went in for the kill. He needed to feel something else. He needed someone else to feel his pain, too.

"Emilie," This time his voice came out quietly, just for her to hear. "Have it your way - I'm leaving. You and Bobby can comfort mom all you want. But you know you wouldn't even be alive if your father hadn't broken up a marriage."

Before she could take in what he said, Harvey was walking away towards the road.

Emilie started to lunge after him, but Marcus grabbed onto her. She was weak. It wasn't hard to stop her.

She screamed.

"Fuck you, Harvey!"

Harvey walked slowly towards his father's headstone in the cemetery. It was sunny and warm for the end of September and for that he was grateful. Coming home was always going to be challenging for him - regardless of his relationships with his family.

Home was often painful. A reminder of the past and the distance he created from his former life.

He could hear the footsteps of his sister behind him. She was keeping her distance and giving him his own space. This weekend was a clear indicator of how his sister cared - he loved watching her interact with their niece, giving her friendship and laughter. It was a beautiful bond.

"Hey dad," he barely whispered as he swept his fingers across the cold stone.

He paused to look around for his sister. He spotted her a few rows away, cleaning up some fallen flowers on another grave. He let out a breath and he smiled to himself.

Emilie came over and stood beside him a few minutes later.

She wanted to apologize and tell Harvey about her regrets. She felt a heaviness in her chest as she looked down at Gordon's headstone.

She couldn't bring herself to say anything.

Harvey reached his arm out and put it over her shoulders, pulling her closer to his side. Her chest felt lighter now.

"I'm sorry, Harvey. For everything I said that day."

Harvey just shook his head, cutting her off. "It's okay. I'm sorry, too."

A/N: wowwwww I can't believe this was chapter seven! I just love these idiots. And let me just say that writing a grieving angry Harvey was difficult but hopefully I did the character justice. As you can tell, he and Emilie are very similar and reactive. And things are about to heat up when it comes to this case and a certain detective. Also, I kind of guestimated the age of Marcus' kids - in The Painting they were at Gordon's funeral and were pretty young, and that was at least seven years ago so... it may not be accurate to the actual Suits canon but I think it works here.

Thank you to cicia724 and Andelin for the reviews. And to each and everyone of you reading and viewing and visiting! Also out of curiosity, I searched my username on twitter and saw someone (COOPaulsen, whoever you are!) had tweeted about this story in September - so thank *you* for reading too! I keep my fanfiction life very separate from my social media so I won't interact on there but I saw you and I appreciate you.

All your support and readership means the world to me!