Insomnia had taken over Meghan's mind. This wasn't something that had been thought about in a while, but one of the many associates had to handle a murder case.

She didn't know how to tell Mike about any of this. And she couldn't talk to Neal, in person or over regular phone. That left Agent Burke since only he and Neal knew what she saw three years prior.

At that time, Peter still didn't know she existed. He was mad that there was a witness to James Bennett's crime. But once he knew why she didn't come forward, he and his wife probably would have gone through his arrest anyway. He was doing what he had to with a system that failed Neal's family.

Criminals in positions of power had ways of finding witnesses. This meant that Neal's family had targets on their backs even before Mike and Meghan were born.

The nightmares hadn't bothered her in months. She didn't understand why they had returned. Even all the movies and TV shows she'd seen hadn't prepared her to watch someone's life blood drain from their body. Maybe because what was once fiction had become her reality.

How did you ever call him Dad after what he did to get revenge? She thought as if having a telepathic conversation with Neal.

Meghan opened the message app on her burn phone, hoping this would be a good time to talk to him.

"Are you busy, right now?" she asked. Her thumbs tapped away at the keypad.

"In a way. It's a lot more work keeping my hands clean." Then he added, "are the nightmares back?"

"How did you know?"

"It's four o'clock in the morning where you are. The only time I've received messages from you at four in the morning is after one of your nightmares. Or when Mike was late coming home from work. Took a shot."

"And it hit… They are back." She looked over the back of their couch. Just enough to see Mike shift in his bed. "I haven't slept in over a week and it's compromised my grades as well as my work at the firm."

"I thought all you did was refill printers and get law books from the library. Why are you working the Firm's cases?"

"That's what I'm supposed to do, but because I have Dad's brain, the partners have been using me the same way they've been using him. Especially Jessica now that she knows he never got a degree."

"Who told her?"

"You seriously had to ask?"

"I'm going to quote Peter here and say that 'just once, I wish I did'."

She laughed at that. They texted back and forth for a while. She didn't feel herself falling asleep as the night faded to morning. She told him how she wouldn't be graduating until the following school year and would also be attending summer school.

Her slumber didn't last long when Mike came over to wake her up for school. Instead of getting up as she was told, she buried herself deeper under the covers and into the futon.

Mike tried to rip the blanket off like a band-aid, but she had a tight grip on the covers. It was surprisingly strong considering he had the muscles of a wrestler in comparison to his kid sister.

School was out, though she never went, and Meghan was on her way to the firm. Mike's latest set of rules roaming through her head.

1: Do your job.

2: Keep your head down.

3: Come to me if anyone gives you a hard time.

4: Stay away from Mister Hardman.

5: If that proves unlikely, answer his questions like a Witsec participant.

Tunnel vision must have taken over when she realized she failed to see Mike waiting for her at the door.

"You're late."

She couldn't stop the eye roll. Those two or three words, coming from him, were rich.

"You didn't have to wait for me. Front desk has been calling to let you know I'm here ever since I started this stupid credit."

"What's going on with you?"

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Late night texts to numbers that no longer exist…"

"Great… my brother's stalking me," she interrupted. "I was talking to he who shall not be mentioned in public."

"Voldemort?"

"Sure… I was talking about insomnia with a fictional psycho-sociopath, whose only desire is to kill Harry Potter." She figured letting him in on the texts was the best way to go since he had obviously read them. "Our he who shall not be mentioned in public." Her index finger moved quickly between them.

He knew what she meant all along. It was payback for all the hard times she'd given him as of late.

"Look, I respect your need for privacy. As a guardian… I need to know if there's anything I should be worried about. Your grades and assignments are slipping again, other people have had to do your job here. You mentioned insomnia."

"Do you really think we should be talking about this here?"

Mike surrendered the topic to a later time.

Mike's day had started out rather well. He still had his job. Meghan's grades hadn't been an issue anymore as far as he knew. A voicemail from Rachel which he listened to on repeat on his way to work.

The only thing that could ever have made the following moments awkward was if Jessica chose the same elevator he did. He ripped the earbuds out, clearing his throat the whole time. Jessica had chosen the same elevator.

"Morning, Jessica…" He coughed. "I mean… Ms. Pearson… Hey, I just wanna thank you so much for keeping me on despite the—" how was he going to continue this? "I guess, I just want to let you know that I'm gonna work hard, and I'm gonna-you know, I'm gonna make you proud. Not-not like a son... you know- I mean, we don't really look that much alike, I guess. That's a-that's a strange thing to say. Uh, I just-what I meant is that I really appreciate everything that you..."

He stepped out of the elevator when the doors opened to his floor. The burn phone Meghan used during the night was in his pocket. He had read the messages after sending her off to a place he thought she was going… school.

The rain didn't stop her from visiting one cemetery. Neal's cemetery may as well have been forbidden. And she was missing another day of school. With everything that was going on in their lives, she figured she would get away with it.

Meghan sat on the ground, leaning back against the shared headstone. She was soaked to the bone and didn't care. The engraved letters behind her spelled 'Ross'.

It was hard for her to grow up knowing she shared a birthday with her parents' deaths. For legal purposes, she used her real birthdate. Being born in Witness Protection, the program didn't have to make any changes to her life. As far as the rest of the world was concerned, her birthday was the day after.

The only day of the year when she allowed herself to feel jealous of her brothers. Unlike them, she was born an orphan.

This was how she spent her birthday every year ever since she was allowed to do so. Alone, at her family's grave sites. She still had weeks to go before her age changed. She just needed some time without feeling like she had to keep a tight lip concerning certain family members and their legal or illegal actions.

Meghan had recognized the pattern of things falling apart in their lives. Usually, Mike's former friend was behind the downfall all the way back to when they were kids and he'd talked Mike into cheating on a third-grade test.

But this time was different. Trevor may have gotten the ball rolling but so far, everything else that had happened over the last two days has all been on those involved.

She sighed, finally allowing the words to leave her mouth.

"I know it's not my usual day to visit… Thought you should know Mike finally cut Trevor out of his life. It took years of backstabbing betrayal, college expulsion, and near arrests for that to happen…" she ran a hand down her face, wiping away the rainfall. "Things are falling apart. Only four people at the office knew he isn't a license holding lawyer. Now it's five people at the office and three outside… Something tells me Jessica knows something about us she shouldn't. It's like she has eyes and ears in every office.

"All I can do is hope she doesn't use me against him. From what I've see, she'll do everything in her power to keep her position in the firm. I mean… she hasn't gone far enough to consider anything illegal…

"The program just isn't for me, and if they were to find me… Let's just say Mike would be in a crapload of legal trouble… Neal didn't know Mom's ex was going to kill the senator three years ago. He also didn't know I had followed them to the takedown either until he saw me hiding behind a bunch of crates… I saw a murder, let a murderer go free, and an innocent man went to prison. The nightmares haven't been a problem for a while… but they're back now."

Meghan threaded her fingers through the tall grass. The site wasn't well cared for. It had overgrown since her last visit. She was the one who took care of it. Mike never went to the cemetery. He always said it pointless for him to go when he could remember everything about the funeral.

She always hoped that one day, he would join her. But he couldn't handle the memories.

"Donna, I have a favor to ask," Mike said as he approached her desk. His arms were loaded with the assignments both junior and senior partners had given him.

"Because my job is to hold your hand while you cross the street and teach you how to tie your shoes?" Donna mocked.

Mike let out a nervous laugh. "That's really funny. What I want to ask is… could Meghan sleep on Harvey's couch for an hour or two?"

"What?"

"I wouldn't even consider asking, but I've been told she's been dealing with insomnia."

"That's why her work has been slipping?"

"Apparently. That's what her guardian told me this morning."

Donna promised she'd ask Harvey for the kid. That made it so the request wasn't coming from Mike. Though if he asked, Harvey probably would have said yes. Harvey liked Meghan. And he only liked Donna and Jessica.

After Meghan had arrived at the office to find Mike waiting for her, she ran into Harvey. Literally. She collapsed in front of him.

"Donna, get Mike," he ordered as he half carried-half dragged Meghan's sleeping form.

It didn't take long for Mike to enter Harvey's office and interrupt Jessica and Harvey's discussion about their possible futures in the firm. A plate of fruit was in his hand, and a pineapple wedge in his mouth.

"Care to explain why the girl is sleeping in Harvey's office?" Jessica asked. Mike wasn't sure if she was baiting him or trying to find out what everyone else knew. He looked to his boss for help only to be told to go on and explain.

The fruit fell from his mouth to the plate, almost missing it completely.

"Meghan's guardian said she had insomnia lately and was worried she was pushing herself too hard. I asked if she could sleep here should she feel tired enough to pass out."

"Well… I can't have employees, paid or otherwise, fainting on the job. So, tell her guardian to make sure she gets some sleep."

Mike heard the implied or else but didn't understand why it was there. After all, only two people knew the sibling and Witsec secrets… right?