"Meghan, I have to go do something for work. I'll meet you at the home, alright?" Mike said as he put his cellphone in his shoulder bag. He lifted his bike from its wall mount. "I want your homework done before you leave."

"Got it," Meghan replied. "I'm not to leave the apartment until my homework is finished and no deviating between here and Grammy's. Every day it's a new rule."

"And why so many rules?"

"Because I keep breaking them… do we have to go through this every time one of us walks out the door?"

"You just answered your own question. I have to go. Harvey was expecting me to leave here five minutes ago."

"You might as well tell him about me. If you did, you wouldn't be working as many late nights as you are."

"And how would that conversation go now that my background check has already been done and you don't exist on paper? Hi, Harvey. This is my sister. I'm sorry my background check said she died in the womb, but there's a good reason for that. See, my brother, who also does not appear in the document, is a reformed con artist with past dealings in the criminal underworld. And Danny didn't want anyone from that world to know to keep us safe. Also, the US Marshall service has been looking for us for the last twelve years."

Meghan hung her head for a moment before replying with, "Yeah… that would be kinda difficult to explain with his loyalty speeches, wouldn't it?"

Mike felt the need to repeat the rules once again before saying goodbye and maneuvering his bike down the stairs. Meghan closed the door behind him. She rolled her eyes as she set the table with her overdue assignments.

She focused on one subject at a time. Five weeks-worth of assignments needed to be worked on, and she had to be at the home in two hours.

He thought he'd have some peace of mind between the time he left his apartment and the time he arrived at Harvey's car club only to be left behind because he was a few seconds late. Now he was late to the meet Harvey's client.

His cell phone rang while he connected his bike to the bike rack on the sidewalk. "Calling to complain about the new rule?"

"No."

"Then why aren't you doing your homework?"

"I just wanted to ask about going to Neal's if this meeting turns into an all-nighter."

"Has he initiated contact with you?" he asked, walking through the door.

"Not today."

"Then I expect you to be at the home. And then be home by curfew." There was silence from Meghan's side. Mike leaned forward to fix the hem of his pant leg. "Meghan, I asked you a question."

"No, you didn't."

"It was implied, and you know it."

"Fine. I'll be home by city curfew law."

He couldn't be too annoyed by the dripping attitude from his little sister. After all, he couldn't forget his own teenage years and the problems he'd caused for both Edith and the Marshalls. Mike hung up once satisfied with her response. Once he got a real look at his surroundings, his jaw dropped. The room was filled with high end cars. The kind of cars that would have a million-dollar monthly payment in comparison to what he could afford if he ever learned how to drive.

Mike finally saw where his boss was, bent over and examining the interior of what looked like an even higher tech DeLorean than the movies.

"Glad you showed up," came Harvey's irritated voice from the driver's side of the car."

"Oh, hey. I'm sorry. I was just—"

"Shut up… Who was on the phone that you couldn't get here on time?"

"Just a friend… not Trevor."

"Must have been important." Harvey wasn't kidding when he said he read people. There was something hidden in Mike's reply, but he wasn't lying about it not being Trevor on the phone. "Listen. You see these cars?"

How could Mike not? All he did was walk through the door and his eyes went right to them.

"Yeah. They're awesome."

"They suck. They're nothing compared to this." Mike saw the Formula One car and was immediately impressed with its frame. "The engine in this car is made by McKernon Motors, the industry standard in formula one. In fact, they've won more championships than any other engine on the planet."

"How do you know all this?"

Avery McKernon of McKernon Motors was the first client Harvey ever brought into the firm. He died three months prior to this night. The engines and his company have something in common... They win, like Harvey. And because Harvey wins, he was promoted to senior partner, which meant Mike would be handling all their paperwork.

Can't go to Neal's. His handler thinks he had something to do with that warehouse explosion by the port Mike read Meghan's text as he gave Harvey a reply. "Oh, so you brought me here to give me an appreciation for the product."

"No. I brought you here to meet Robert Stensland, the new CEO. He'll want to put your name with a face." Harvey showed no sign of having noticed how often Mike checked his cell phone during the entire time they were at this gala. Not until he sent Mike home to look over the company's by-laws. "You've been checking that thing like your life depends on it."

Meghan's does, Mike thought.

"Sorry. I'm supposed to go visit my grandmother tonight, so I'd like to keep track of the time."

It wasn't a lie, but it wasn't the truth either.

"Is she dying?"

"No…"

"Then cancel. I need this done by morning."

Edith and Meghan talked and played chess while waiting for Mike to appear. She had been there for a few hours now and it was getting close to curfew.

"You'd better start heading back," Edith suggested. "It's almost time for curfew."

Meghan looked at her watch to verify and Grammy was right. "Crap! Mike's gonna kill me if he beats me home… Bye, Grammy. I'll see you tomorrow." Meghan grabbed her backpack and headed for the door.

She hailed a taxi since she had taken one to the home instead of her bike, gave the driver the building's address, and waited patiently for the cab to arrive at her destination. Preoccupation with getting home before Mike almost didn't allow her to see light coming out from under the door.

Her head hung low, partly because she was now caught, but mostly because she didn't keep better track of time. Meghan turned the knob and let herself in. She turned to face the door so she wouldn't have to see Mike watching her.

"You're late," he said without looking up from the paperwork that was spread across the coffee table.

"I promise I was on my way home. Lost track of time during the visit."

"If you had called or texted to let me know… look, it's the first time you've broken curfew rule and you were on your way home. Cell phone proves that. I can afford to go easy on you this time… Take my room tonight. I have to go over these papers for work, so I probably won't be sleeping."

"Wouldn't it be easier if we moved to a bigger place?"

"We've been over this. I can't afford it and you don't have a job to help pay the rent."

"You can afford it; you just don't want to in case you get caught. A one-bedroom apartment keeps the only child cover intact. Doesn't my presence kind of confuse that thinking a little with the neighbors?"

"Just… go finish your homework," Mike rolled his eyes. It was as if he was regretting his decision to go easy on her.

"It's Thursday."

"I don't care if today was Friday, Megs. It gets done tonight. These emails about late assignments need to stop."

"What if I just focused on one subject each night until I'm caught up? I don't exactly have a social life being grounded and all and the only time I'm allowed my cell phone is when I'm alone." Mike couldn't argue with her reasoning, and it wasn't a bad way to get her assignments done faster.

Morning had come to find Meghan asleep in Mike's room and Mike asleep on the futon, still in couch mode, where he'd crashed at some point in the wee hours. Files and loose paper made up his blanket.

Mike's ringing cell phone woke both siblings. "Uh... Ugh. Yeah," he answered, with a start.

"I'm up-I'm up," Meghan called after a shoe was thrown to wake her. Mike winced in the hopes that Harvey hadn't heard her over his own voice. "Crap! Now, I'll be late for school and face detention again. I'm surprised you didn't throw a bucket of ice water at me this time."

She hadn't thought about who might have been on the other end of the call. Mike put a finger to his lips, telling her to shut up. He was in trouble himself because he was late. He was supposed to be in the office before Harvey. He ended the call before Meghan's voice could be heard again.

"I'll go to Neal's after detention. He messaged last night on my way home."

"And what makes you think this will be a late night for me?"

"Well, you've been on the job for almost two weeks now, and last night was the first time both of us have seen each other since your new job started." He couldn't argue with that logic. Aside from weekends, they hadn't spent a lot or even any time together since he started at the firm. Between Harvey and Louis Litt, his workload was exhausting.