Harvey was prepared to go back to work Monday morning but Donna cleared his entire calendar to ensure he would stay home. She reminded him sick days exist for a reason and he may as well capitalize on sleeping. He hated how she was right all the time but he appreciated her even more for it.

He did get an unexpected visitor late Monday afternoon - Jessica Pearson.

He was sitting in his armchair reading when he heard a knock. He was dressed in just sweatpants and a cardigan when he opened the door to see his boss standing in front of him.

"Jessica, hi," he couldn't hide the confused look on his face as he welcomed her in. "To what do I owe this visit? You really that worried about me?"

Jessica smiled and rolled her eyes as she put down her purse on the island. "Considering you've been responding to emails all day, I know there is no need to worry - you've clearly bounced back to your sprightly self quickly."

"I don't think I've ever been described as sprightly." He motioned for her to sit as he returned to his armchair. She sat stiffly on the couch. "And I know you don't just drop in and do house calls. So what is it that you need to tell me so desperately that you can't have a paper trail for."

Jessica let out a breath, then relaxed to lean back on the couch. "You know - I don't always have an agenda."

"I also know you're not here to check in on my health."

"Well, first, I heard what happened on Friday. How's Emilie doing?"

It was Harvey's turn to sigh.

"In her words she's fine but I honestly couldn't tell you. She just won't talk about it. At least, not with me. We're trying to keep digging up whatever we can about her landlord but it might be for nothing."

"She might just need more time to digest everything."

Harvey just shrugged. "That could be it. I don't know. She used to have a tendency to derail when things got difficult but she's been okay so far."

"You're handling this well, considering the circumstances. But remember: some things might be beyond what The Great Harvey Specter can take on himself."

He just nodded.

"Now, business. You'll never guess who was in my office first thing this morning. Timothy Hazen."

Harvey leaned forward in his chair. Timothy Hazen was one of the partners at Hazen & Sawyer. Their engineering firm was one of Pearson Specter Lott's biggest clients - and it was Harvey's smart mouth that lost them this past February.

"You're kidding."

"It sounds like they're looking to merge with Tectonic but they need some help getting to the table again. The firm they went to after they left us really screwed up."

"Well, that's not a shock, is it?"

Jessica laughed and shook her head. "No. Their board meets on Friday. So, we need all hands on deck to help make this as seamless as possible."

"What's the catch here, Jessica? We both know everything we've talked about so far could have been summed up in an email." He looked over at her.

Jessica pursed her lips for a moment. "They're pushing Sawyer out early. His plan is to retire in a few years but the board wants to trim the fat. It's the only way for their big shareholders to agree to the purchase."

Harvey nodded. "And he has no idea this is going on."

"Exactly. But, you've handled worse."

"That's true." Harvey's brain started to race as he thought about the week ahead.

"Oh, and Harvey, Timothy wants an apology. From you. Directly. So, you're going to his office tomorrow to do just that."

Before Harvey could protest, they were both interrupted by Emilie walking in the door. She was wearing her headphones and had her eyes turned down looking at her phone. Harvey was still asleep when she had left for class that morning.

He looked over at her as she paused in the kitchen, finally pulling her headphones out and realizing Harvey was there and he had company.

"Oh, hi, sorry. I didn't mean to interrupt." She smiled politely at Jessica.

"How did your midterm go?" Harvey skipped over the pleasantries with his sister and watched as she grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge. Something seemed off about her.

Emilie just sighed. "It went. I'm sure I passed but there was some creative storytelling involved. You know what they say, Cs get degrees. It's nice to see you, Ms. Pearson." She then headed off to her room before Harvey could say anything else, closing the door behind her.

He just sighed again and looked over at Jessica, who had a small smirk on her face. She stood up and headed towards the door. "I will leave you to deal with that. And Harvey? Work on your apology face."

"So, what do you think?"

Emilie was sitting in the waiting room Wednesday afternoon waiting to have her cast removed. Finn has graciously agreed to join her, since he didn't work until later that night.

She was showing him a photo of her Halloween costume on her phone. The holiday was coming up on Friday and Emilie and her friends were planning a group costume for the night - Disney princesses. She was going as Ariel.

"Just picture it with a terrible red wig."

Finn looked down at the mirror picture she has taken and smiled. "I mean, it fits you really well. I would tell you it's too revealing but I feel like you won't care about that." The costume was just a tight, shimmering purple tank top and tight green leggings.

She couldn't help but smile. "I appreciate your feedback."

"What are you doing for Halloween again?"

"I think we're just going to someone's place for a party. I just follow my friends, usually."

"Well, since I'll be out rounding up the drunk and disorderly all night Friday in the 6th precinct, I hope we don't cross paths."

Emilie just smirked at him, leaning into his side as he extended his arm over her shoulders. "I have no plans to get disorderly."

After getting her cast off, another X-ray determined her wrist had healed appropriately. Her doctor recommended a physical therapist to help build some strength to prevent further injuries but she was otherwise free to go.

They went back to Finn's afterwards to continue their marathon of the Lord of the Rings movies. At least, that was their intention.

Emilie found Finn irresistible. And charming. And kind. Sure, their schedules didn't sync up perfectly but it was nice they were both managing to find time to spend together.

The fact that his sex drive seemed to match hers definitely didn't hurt either.

Before they put the movie on, Finn was trying to cook something for dinner. Although Emilie was doing her best to distract him. She was perched on top of the counter and continuously pulled him back towards her to make out.

"You know we should eat, you said you didn't have breakfast," Finn pulled his face away, leaving his hands wrapped around her back.

"I had a bite of your croissant at the hospital, it has held me over." She pulled him back towards her and started kissing his neck. She heard him let out a barely audible moan and she smiled.

"Okay, let's make a deal," he continued to talk as she kissed his neck and collarbone. "Let's go do this." He grabbed onto her and lifted her off the counter. She wrapped her legs tightly around him, yelping as he carried her over to the couch. "But after you're eating dinner with me. Because I'm starving." He laid her down on her back and reached down to tear off his shirt.

She gave him an eager smile. "If you're really hungry…" She raised an eyebrow at him and started to undo her jeans.

"Good lord, Emilie Bryant. You're going to be the death of me."

Emilie got home around ten that evening, shortly after receiving an annoying text from Harvey about where she was.

She hadn't been actively avoiding her brother but taking a few days off work lead him to even longer hours at the office. She was in bed before he came home Tuesday and he left before her that morning.

Emilie thought it was unreasonable for him to go back to work so quickly but who was she to argue with him. Yes, it was a minor surgery, but that didn't stop her from worrying.

When she walked into the apartment, he was standing in the kitchen with a glass of scotch in his hand, looking at his phone.

"Hey," she said to him as she crossed over to her bedroom.

"Hey, wait a second. Come here."

Emilie sighed and turned around, standing on the opposite side of the island from her brother. "What's up?"

"How's your wrist?"

Emilie extended it out to him. "All clear. The x-ray showed it healed fully but I've just gotta be careful for a while."

Harvey nodded at her. "Okay, now that that's out of the way. Care to explain this pack of cigarettes I found on the floor when I got home? Because they sure as hell aren't mine." He reached into his pocket and tossed the small box on the island between them.

Emilie scrunched up her face for a moment then sighed. She had noticed them missing from her pocket earlier that day but figured she had dropped them on the subway. Truthfully, she had hardly even smoked one yet. She opened them and lit one, but she couldn't bear committing.

Harvey tucked his phone into his pocket and pointed at her, "You're better than this, Emilie."

"Oh my god, Mr. Holier Than Thou. I barely even smoked one of those. It was an impulsive decision."

He rolled his eyes and tried not to raise his voice, "Well, it was a stupid decision."

She just shrugged at him. "Is that all you wanted to yell at me about?"

Harvey sighed. He didn't want to fight with her. He could tell something was going on and the last thing he wanted to do was push her any further away.

"I didn't yell. I just..spoke passionately."

She raised an eyebrow at him. "Sure."

"Em, we still haven't talked about the trial."

"Yeah, well, have you considered I don't want to talk about it?" She let out a frustrated groan, crossing her arms over her chest. "He got away with what he did. It doesn't matter how I feel. I get to deal with the repercussions. What is talking about it going to do?"

She still hadn't told Harvey or Finn about her landlord visiting the cafe. He had come back Tuesday afternoon at the end of her shift, too. She escaped through the backdoor to avoid him when she left.

"You and I both know you have a history of bottling shit up. So, you need to talk about it if you're upset. You can't just let it manifest into something else."

"Please do not lecture me about bottling things up, Harvey. Because that would make you, of all people, a hypocrite." She turned on her heel and headed towards her room.

"Emilie. Don't walk away from me!"

She paused when she got to her door and turned around, "I have a midterm tomorrow. So it's either I study or fight with you. I'm choosing to study. Goodnight, Harvey." She stormed into her room and slammed the door.

Emilie fell onto her bed. She could hear Harvey grumbling around in the kitchen. She grabbed her laptop to open her class notes but she could barely focus.

She did her best to feign interest in her classes lately but she was struggling. All week, she could only think about what was going to happen next. What's next with her landlord? Will he stop coming into the cafe? Will be approach her outside? Will be follow her home? Will he show up at NYU?

She couldn't control his actions and it made her incredibly anxious. She wanted to just let it go. He wasn't harming her physically but it was wreaking havoc on her mental state. Finn had been a wonderful distraction but it was when she tried to fall asleep that her rambunctious thoughts dialed up.

She just needed to get through the next two days. Then, Halloween night she could drink her troubles away. It was the only other thing getting her through the days.

Working on the merger for Timothy Hazen was a welcome distraction for Harvey. Despite having to swallow his pride and apologize to the man, they were en route to a fairly smooth legal plan to move out his business partner and purchase stock in the new company.

Mike was assisting him with all the details. Or he was supposed to be.

"Do you review that financial history report from Tectonic yet?" Harvey stepped into Mike's office, a calm look on his face.

"Just in the middle of it. Well, I took a small break to-

"Mike, what did I say? That shit for Louis can wait. You're my associate and this is where all your time should be billed today."

"I know, I know. But Harvey, come on, you know I can sweep through these financials in minutes. And I'm not working on Louis' stuff." Mike looked up from his screen and glanced at Harvey. His calm face had turned into a rigid frown.

"Here." Mike grabbed a file and extended it to Harvey to look at. "I traced some info about Jason Moore."

Harvey sighed and glanced down at the folder as Mike continued.

"Finn helped me through some dead ends. Now, Jason Moore's brother runs a contracting company in New Jersey. Both his registered business name for his landlord business, Crowne Investments, and the contracting company, Royale Contracting, are owned by the same umbrella corporation. I'm waiting to find out the registered business name but I think that company footed his legal bills."

"Listen." Harvey tossed the folder back down on the desk. "I don't have time for this today. And neither do you. In fact, I don't want you even touching this again until I say so."

"But Emil-

Harvey took a step forward. "Mike. Drop it."

As much as Harvey wanted to prioritize his sister's case, even thinking about it and her attitude the night before was pissing him off. This merger was a big deal and an important client for the firm to regain and it needed to be front and center for both himself and his associate.

"And don't waste any more of Finn's time, either. Emilie is not in any place to help this situation anymore so we're leaving it alone."

"Her landlord deserves to pay for his, Harvey. I think we're close to-

Harvey leaned down and furrowed his brow at Mike, "You better have a report on those financials to me in the next half hour." He stood back up. "And I don't want to hear anything else about Emilie's trial. Do not push me on this, Mike."

Emilie barely made it to work on time Friday. Luckily Harvey was banging on her door when she slept through her alarm and she rushed out of the apartment without having to talk to him.

Ethan had reduced his hours at the cafe so luckily Emilie didn't have to work Fridays with him anymore. They still hadn't spoken since that day at his apartment.

Thankfully, without her cast she could work in the back again and avoid the public. She spent the morning in the back baking pastries and working on some prep for the weekend.

Jackie stuck her head through the door mid-morning and called to her, "Em, some man in a suit is asking about you."

"Can you just send him back here?" Jackie nodded and went back to the front.

Emilie wiped her hands off on her apron and sighed. Was it not enough for Harvey to bother her at home that he also had to seek her out at the cafe?

She was surprised when Mike Ross came through the Staff Only door instead.

"Mike, hey," she leaned against the large table in the back and smiled at him. "What brings you here?"

"Harvey's out of the office all morning working through this merger with the client so Donna and I decided we deserved a reward for dealing with your brother all week."

"It sounds like you need a beer, not a coffee," Emilie responded, a smirk on her face.

"That'll happen tonight, if the vote goes through and Harvey is in a good mood."

Emilie rolled her eyes.

Mike crossed his arms. "How are you?"

There was something about how Mike looked at her that made Emilie feel comfortable. Like he was genuine in his ask and he really cared about how she was doing. She wasn't used to it. Maybe he had yet to be hardened by his job as a lawyer but when he talked to her, it seemed a lot softer than how Harvey acted.

"Honestly, I don't know how I am. I think I'm mad. I'm frustrated. I'm tired all the time. I'm constantly irritated by my brother. I want to fast forward six months and graduate and move away." She shrugged at him.

"I don't have any advice for you, Emilie. It sucks. And I wish we could do more to help. Hopefully it'll get easier over time. If you ever need to talk or just get together to complain about Harvey, you can call me anytime."

Emilie nodded then smiled at him. "Thanks Mike. I really appreciate it." She sighed. "I have to admit the biggest struggle I have with Harvey is we both like getting the last word in. It's gotten really out of hand before and I just don't want that to happen again. Maybe he doesn't either. It's easier to keep our distance instead."

"I get it. You know he's a big softie deep down though." Mike smirked at her.

"I know." She paused and turned around. "Here. Take these back to the office with you." She handed him a box of cookies. "Maybe it'll help him take the edge off today."

Mike took the box from her and headed back out to the front where his drinks were waiting. He smiled at the barista and headed out the door. He nearly ran into someone coming into the cafe and pulled back.

"Sorry." The other person grumbled out. Mike met his eyes for a quick moment before he went further into the cafe. He could have sworn he recognized the guy.

No. It couldn't have been who he thought it was. He shook his head, balancing the tray of drinks and the box of cookies in one arm to hail a cab.

Harvey still wasn't back when Mike returned to the office. He left the cookies with Donna then headed back to his office.

He kept thinking about that man he ran into. He couldn't shake the feeling that it was…

He grabbed his phone and called Finn. It went to his voicemail.

"Hey Finn, it's Mike Ross. Something weird happened today and I'm wondering if Emilie has mentioned anything about her landlord to you. I think I ran into him going into the cafe. Call me when you have a minute."

Emilie rushed home when she was done work and had a power nap. She coordinated with Leah and headed to her place to get ready - mainly because Emilie wanted to avoid being accosted by her brother about anything.

Although, she hoped he enjoyed the cookies.

Leah, who was dressing up as Snow White, had prepared snacks and drinks for their small group of friends. Emilie got dressed and tacked on her wig, then started on her bottle of vodka.

They were comfortably intoxicated when they left Leah's apartment. They walked a few blocks to the grad student apartments where a Halloween party was in full swing. Emilie and Leah had vowed to stay at each other's side for the night but it wasn't long until Leah disappeared.

Emilie sighed and made herself a drink and wandered through the party. She honestly wasn't feeling it that night. She was tired and frustrated but at least she could get drunk.

"Oh my god, Emilie."

Emilie turned around when she heard her name from a familiar voice. There she stood, face to face, with her old roommate and friend Cassie.

They hadn't talked since Cassie moved out of their apartment in February. And seeing her in person make Emilie miss her friend immensely. But soon enough, anger took over. Cassie was part of the reason Emilie's life was such a mess. She did her best to remain calm.

She poured the rest of her drink in her mouth quickly.

"Cassie, hey," Emilie plastered on a fake smile. "How are you?"

"Great! It's so nice to see you." Suddenly Cassie was pulling her into a hug.

"Really? Because, if you recall, the last time we talked you were not happy."

"Listen, we need to let that shit go. I've been meaning to reach out to you for weeks."

"Are you still with Jordan?" Emilie looked into her friend's eyes. The two had been friends since high school and it still hurt Emilie to know she had believed her boyfriend over her.

"Yeah. He's downstairs getting high probably. He's dressed as Batman." Cassie paused to show off her Wonder Woman costume. "I'm sorry you know. He told me the truth. I know you didn't do shit with him."

"Then why ice me out, Cass?"

"Because love is complicated, Em! Just let it go. C'mon. Let's do a shot. God, I've missed you. How have things been?"

Emilie wasn't on board with making amends and repairing their damaged friendship so quickly. And she certainly was not about to fill Cassie in on her messy life situation. But she was okay with getting more drunk.

About an hour later, Emilie found herself sitting outside on the steps of the building getting some fresh air. She was texting with Finn a bit. He was having a busy night patrolling and dealing with intoxicated people. Leah was standing with her, going on and on about some cute guy she saw upstairs. Suddenly, more people headed outside.

"See, there she is!" It was Cassie again, this time with her group of friends including Jordan. The streets were busy with costumed crowds of people and Emilie considering flagging down a cab and heading home. She did not want to talk to Cassie anymore, or her piece of shit boyfriend.

But she was too drunk to have a filter.

"What's up, Em? It's been a while." Jordan smirked at her.

"Wish it had been longer." She replied smoothly, rolling her eyes and turning to Leah. "C'mon, let's go find your mystery man."

Cassie and some girls had wandered down the street. Only Jordan had lingered to talk to them.

"Always such a feisty attitude, Em. Nice costume, by the way." Jordan responded to her, rolling his eyes. "I'm not surprised you picked the mermaid. I know how much you like getting wet. Especially in showers."

Emilie stood up and looked at him. He was a big guy, built like an overweight football player. She was standing on the middle step and just made eye contact with him. "What the fuck is that supposed to mean?"

"Em, c'mon, let's just go." Leah grabbed her hand but Emilie pulled away.

Jordan just laughed and grabbed his phone from his pocket. He looked back towards where his girlfriend was standing then back to Emilie. He put his phone away.

"I can't do this here or Cassie will get pissed. Just know that there's a lot of interesting videos on the internet, Emilie." He winked at her then smirked.

In that very moment, Emilie wasn't sure what came over her. Maybe talking to Cassie unlocked some buried feelings. Maybe it was the alcohol. Maybe it was Emilie's own pent up frustrations. But something inside her told her to leap. So she did just that.

As Jordan turned and walked away, Emilie screamed and jumped onto his back, doing her best to tackle him to the ground.

"What the fuck?!"

Cassie ran up to them. "Oh my god Emilie, stop!"

Jordan stumbled as she pulled down on him. He turned around to throw her off and she hit the ground.

"Ever the little psycho, Emilie," Jordan yelled at her, trying to smooth out his costume.

She stood up and lunged at him again. "You're too fat to be Batman, you asshole."

He held his arms out to put space between them, but that didn't stop Emilie from continuing to try and hit him.

Emilie could hear Leah calling for her. "Em! Stop. There's cops coming."

She didn't stop.

"What's going on here?"

Emilie had never been inside a police car before, let alone a precinct.

She was sitting in the holding area with a handful of other drunk, costumed people. There was a man in the corner slumped over, one girl pacing around, two guys leaning against each other, another man yelling out the door.

Emilie sat quietly in the corner, staring down at her hands. They were both starting to bruise, lined with a few cuts from hitting the pavement. She couldn't believe what she had done, she didn't know what had come over her. It wasn't reasonable or fair to attack Jordan but out of principal, he was someone to blame for the mess that was her life. And that comment he made about videos on the Internet was not sitting well with her.

She knew she should have controlled herself better.

"Bryant!" Emilie raised her head when she heard her last name. There was an officer opening the door and motioning for her. She stood up and ran her hand through her hair - she had no idea where her wig was - and walked to the door. The officer lead her through the bustling desks of the precinct and left her sitting in a room with a mirrored wall. Another first for her.

She felt like absolute shit. She wasn't sure if it was from the alcohol or the impending doom of dealing with what was going on.

A few minutes later, the door opened and Finn walked in. Emilie wasn't sure if she was relieved or embarrassed to see him.

"I thought you told me you had no plans to get disorderly, Em," he said with a frown on his face as he walked in and sat across from her.

"I didn't plan this!" She tried to defend herself, pointing at him. "It just happened."

"Well, lucky for you - I know the officer who brought you in and we're going to drop the arrest charge."

She looked at him with grateful eyes. "Thank you. Honestly, Finn, I have no idea what came over me. I just had all this-" She paused and motioned her arms around her head, "anger come to the surface and before I even realized what I was doing I was on top of the guy. I just…"

"Emilie, you know it's okay to not be okay. I've been trying to check in with you all week and you just push away talking about anything real. You have to process what happened."

She squeezed her eyes shut and laid it down over her arms on the table. She immediately regretted it. She still felt pretty drunk.

Finn placed his phone down on the table. "Now, you get to decide who calls your brother: me or you."

"What?" She shot her head up, then froze. That was a bad idea. She took a deep breath. "Finn. I can't. He'll be so mad. I can't. Please. We can't call him."

"Emilie, I'm not letting them keep you in the drunk tank. You're better off at home."

"Finn, please. I can't. I'll just take the subway."

"Can you even tell me what subway you need to take home right now?"

She paused and looked up trying to think. "Maybe the 1 or the F..."

"Call." He slid his phone across the table to her.

She slid it back. "No."

"Then I'm going to."

"Finn! Please." She paused to think. "Call Mike instead! Please. He'll come escort me home. Safely! Pleeeease Finn."

She watched Finn think for a moment. He glanced down at his watch, then to Emilie, then to the phone. He sighed and picked it up.

Harvey and Mike were out celebrating with Timothy Hazen and some of his board members. Everything had come swimmingly afterall, even pushing out one of their business partners.

It was late in the evening and things seemed to be slowing down. Harvey was deep in conversation with Timothy when Mike slipped outside the bar to take a phone call from Finn.

"Mike, hey, sorry to call you so late," Finn started.

"What's going on? Did you get my voicemail earlier?" Mike glanced around as he stood outside, smiling as he saw piles of costumed people walking by. It wasn't the strangest occurrence to see in New York on a weekend, but it reminded him that it was in fact Halloween.

"I didn't even check it man, sorry, it's been a wild day. You're not with Harvey, are you?"

"Well, not this very moment. We're out at the same bar celebrating with a client."

"I have a very intoxicated Emilie sitting across from me at the precinct."

Mike raised his eyebrows, "You're kidding."

"Yeah, she got arrested for trying to fight with someone downtown."

Mike could hear Emilie groaning in the background. "He started it!"

"Shit. Okay. What do you need from me?"

"She's insisting I can't call Harvey. Any chance you can come down here and help her get home? I would just take her home but we're short staffed and it's a madhouse."

"Yeah, sure. I'll be there in a bit."

Mike went back inside and thought about what his next steps were. He faked a yawn as he got back to the table.

"I think I'm going to have to call it a night," Mike said to Harvey, clapping a hand on his shoulder.

"Thanks for all your help this week." Harvey tipped his glass to Mike as he grabbed his coat.

"Well, thanks for picking up the bill." Mike smirked at him. "You staying?"

"Well, someone promised me a cigar and a story about his old friend Larry Bird," Harvey replied, pointing to Timothy across the table. Mike walked away as the men continued to laugh. Once he made it outside, he hopped in a cab and headed to the police station.

After signing in and waiting at the front intake desk, Finn walked up with Emilie. Mike had to admit the sight of her was funny at first - she was holding her shoes in her hand, and her leftover wig. She dropped down on a chair to put her shoes on as Finn talked with Mike.

"She's on her way to a bad hangover. She should probably also ice her hand when she gets home."

Mike glanced over at Emilie as she sat up, looking at her bruised fists. "Yeah, can't wait to hear how you explain that to Harvey."

"Would it be too much to take a selfie to commemorate this moment?" Emilie looked between the two. They both shook their head.

"Bad idea. C'mon, let's go." Mike extended his hand to her to help her up. "I'll text you when I get her home, Finn."

After waiting outside for a cab, they finally were on the road. Mike gave Harvey's address to the driver but Emilie stopped him. "Mike, Harvey just texted that he's on his way home. What if we pull up at the same time as Ray?"

"Shit." Mike looked over at her and sighed. "Okay, you can crash on my couch."

Emilie did just that - crash. The minute she walked into Mike's small apartment she found the couch and proceeded to collapse onto it. Mike barely had time to find her a blanket before she fell asleep.

When she woke up Saturday morning, it took her a few minutes to realize where she was. She groaned to herself as she sat up on the couch.

"I was starting to worry you might be dead."

Emilie turned her head around to see Mike sitting near the window with a coffee mug in his hand. He was dressed in jeans and a t-shirt. It was strange to see him in normal clothes.

"Has anyone ever died from a hangover?" Emilie squeezed her eyes shut and leaned back onto the couch. Mike just laughed at her.

"Thanks. By the way." She glanced over at him, her voice small. "For picking me up and letting me crash here."

He waved his hand, "It's no problem. But you better figure out how you're gonna tell Harvey."

Emilie stood up slowly and shook her head. "Yeah, funny. That's not happening."

"Emilie," Mike stood up. "He's going to find out somehow. You know how he is. You're better off being honest about it up front. I can't be complicit in this with you."

"It's not a big deal. There's no record of it since they dropped the charges."

"If it's not a big deal, then you should be able to tell him."

Emilie just sighed.

Mike smirked at her, "You know I'm right."

"Thanks again, Mike. I guess I'll just face the music when I get home."

When Emilie got home Saturday, even though she was incredibly hungover, Harvey was in a surprisingly good mood. She found him in the kitchen cooking breakfast, even.

She couldn't bear telling him what happened during her eventful night. She didn't want to ruin his mood, considering how stressful his week had been with her trial, his surgery and the big merger. He even suggested hosting Thanksgiving dinner - since it sounded like Katie and Marcus wanted to bring the kids up that weekend.

She spent the rest of her weekend lounging around the apartment, trying to work on school assignments. It wasn't until Sunday that everything went off the rails.

When Emilie got home from work Sunday afternoon, Harvey was sitting on the couch on a phone call.

She waved at him as she walked towards her room to change. When she came back out, Harvey was standing and glowering at her, phone still to his ear.

"What do you mean she didn't tell me? Hold on." He pulled his phone away from his ear. "Emilie, can you explain to me why Mike Ross is asking if I went easy on you when I found out? Found out about what?"

Emilie froze up and her eyes went wide. "Uh, it's a long story."

Harvey locked his eyes with hers and brought his phone back to his ear. "Mike, I'll call you back."

Harvey looked over at Emilie and she stared back at him. It was a standoff.

"Emilie. This will be a lot easier for both of us if you just tell me what's going on."

She tilted her head like she was contemplating then sighed. "Okay. Fine. I kind of got temporarily arrested on Friday night…" Her voice was barely audible as she trailed off.

"ARRESTED?"

A/N: ooooh shit. Emilie Lillian Bryant, arrested? Harvey may be at the end of his rope soon but it seems like Mike Ross cares for his new little sister figure. I think there is a storm coming here. there are a lot of tiny little things that just aren't adding up with this landlord and trial, but who knows if Emilie is going to let us get there. also, dang Emilie, I think we need to learn to let some things go. Poor girl. Finn is a nice anchor, if he can handle her.

thank youuuu to everyone who read last chapter, and thank you to LilSparrow7, Andelin, Rose4Darvey and cicia724 for reviewing. I am honestly so grateful and appreciative of the feedback.