Edith had to hold a hand over her granddaughter's mouth as muffled giggles left the teen's lungs. While Meghan loved playing tricks on Mike, or anyone else for that matter, she especially loved the way their Grammy could scare her brother.

Their apartment light was off. The door cracked open to look like a break-in. Mike announced his confused presence, claiming to carry a big gun. But when the light came on, every file that was in his arms went flying into the air, cascading down his body, finally landing on the floor.

"Oh, my God!" he exclaimed, holding his heart with a shaking hand. He had turned away, his arm against the wall with his head resting on it. It was all he could do to keep from glaring at Meghan after she literally fell to the floor, laughing at his reaction. He knew this wasn't her plan. She'd done a lot of things in her short life but scaring him like that had yet to cross her mind until now. All bets were off after this.

"At least do it with a little authority," Edith replied, pretending to be scared herself. "Someone's going to think I raised a coward."

He turned back to them, saying, "You scared the crap out of me." Meghan stopped laughing when she realized their attention was now on her. "And she was in on this?"

"Well, today I had time to spend with the woman who raised me. Thought it'd be a good way to get your attention," Meghan answered, though the question was not directed toward her. "We do this kind of thing all the time with the nurses." That much he knew... but there was one thing he didn't understand.

How did Edith get there from the nursing home?

"She doesn't live in a prison, Dad. Grammy took their shuttle service whenever she wants if she's back in time for the meds."

"And they have a very muscular driver named Donald."

He reminded their grandmother that he was making a lot of money now and could have sent a car for her.

"Then, I wouldn't have gotten to see a very muscular driver named Donald."

Like any child, Meghan plugged her ears. It wasn't wrong for Edith to express her interest in other men now that her grandfather was long gone, but no kid wants to hear or see the people who raised them in that light.

"Why didn't you call? I could have been here." Edith and Meghan both looked behind them to the table, which was set up for what was normally their weekly dinner. "I have been working so hard, I forgot what day it is." He sighed as he took a seat on what was soon to be Meghan's bed. "That used to happen to Dad."

Meghan looked away, suddenly wishing she could be anywhere else in the world. Participating in conversations involving their parents was seventeen years out of her realm. So, she let Edith speak.

"That's what happens when you care about your job. And don't give a rat's ass about your sister and grandmother."

"Well, yeah, that is why I put you in the home and Meghan in a private school," Mike replied.

"Wait, what?!" Meghan shrieked. This was news to her. "You're putting me in private school?! What if I don't want to go? Were you even going to talk with me about this?"

"Get over it, Dear," Edith responded in her no-nonsense tone.

"Megs, you're attending to private school. No, I wasn't going to tell you until the new school year. And I don't want to hear another word about it... Get something on your plate and eat." There wasn't even a touch of guilt in his reply. Over the last five years, Mike had adopted his own no nonsense vibe with Meghan.

Brother and sister fought after Edith returned to the home. If there were bedroom doors to slam, Meghan would have been doing so. She accused Mike of not thinking things through.

"I have to do what's best for you, Meghan Skylar!"

"You really think that's going through a background check without telling Mozzie so he can create a file for me?"

"We'll record everything during the interviews tomorrow so he can build one."

"Yeah, but-"

"Enough. Interviews start tomorrow. Be present for them, or you'll be spending every day of whatever summer vacation you get in the office, with me, doing Harvey's bidding. You know what? Let's make that Louis' bidding."

Meghan reached for the TV remote. She flipped through the news channels.

"What are you doing?" Mike asked curiously.

"Oh, I'm just checking to see if I had killed someone, robbed a liquor store today. Or, you know, pigs flew." Nothing was on. "Seems my record's clean. And no, the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade newsletter didn't say anything about pig balloons this year."

The private school interviews were flops. It wasn't because of Mike, who had explained that with Meghan's school records, it was this or a reform school. It was all Meghan. The headmasters and principals were impressed by her memory. Though they could have gone without her lip, which she inherited from Mike.

He was so frustrated with her after the last interview that he didn't want to see her for the rest of the day.

"Go to Grammy's," he sighed as he hailed a cab for her... When the cabbie pulled over to the curb, Mike gave the driver the address, then said, "No detours. If you're not there in a timely manner, and I will be checking up on you, Louis will have a new lackey for the next month."

"All you said was that I had to show up. There wasn't anything about having to make a good impression. It's not my fault the headmaster read my file and still shook my hand. He should have expected the buzzer," Meghan replied before the cab pulled away.

At the home, Meghan noticed the strike force building. All of the nurses wanted the raises... some were more committed to the patients, therefore were unwilling to join the strike. It wasn't commitment so much as it was the realization that it didn't matter if they got a raise or the money to hire more nurses. People weren't going to stop getting sick or growing old. Said members of the Prescott staff did not participate in the protest.

She had to admire what they were doing for their patients. They were still taking care of the residents even after their shifts ended.

"Could I possibly look at the legal papers for the hospital?" Meghan asked. The head nurse ignored her. "It's just that I'm sort of interning for a law firm and thought I'd see if you could win."

"We can't let just anyone look at our records, Miss Ross."

"I get that, but I work for one of top firms in the world. I'm not asking to represent you. I'm simply trying to see if I can help. Would hate for Grammy to lose the best care she's had since coming here," Meghan begged.

A nurse in Edith's room was administering her pills. From the nurse's station, Meghan heard him raving about the leader of the strike. He didn't shut up about the woman the entire time he was in there.

"You work at a law firm?" Meghan nodded. "Which one? What do you do? I have to ask to prevent a conflict of interest."

"Pear-"

"Not a chance, Kid."

"All I do there is read law books and refill copiers or get the partner's coffees from the vender outside. They don't even let me do anything else. I'm not even allowed to enter their offices until the files are closed."

"In case you didn't know, your firm represents the hospital."

She lost. If she had read the file and helped the nurses, it would have been a conflict of interest. The fact that Edith, a relative of Mike's, was a Prescott Hospital resident should have raised a red flag for Jessica and Harvey and had the case passed to another firm.

Meghan huffed as her body slammed down on the guest chair in Edith's room.

"They wouldn't let you read the strike files?" Edith inquired.

"Can you blame them? Dad's making me work for the firm that is going to find a way to fire every nurse who signs your chart after their shift is over. And I'll get asked why I didn't report anything if I knew all this was going on."

"How long did you know?" her grandmother asked.

"How long did you know I knew?.. Neither one of us was surprised by what I just said."

Edith did know, she just thought the same as every patient. The nurses were doing their job regardless of their pay because they cared for their patients. Edith didn't know they were breaking the law.

Between private school interviews and work, Mike had spent a majority of his morning trying not to fall asleep at his desk. The dinner with their grandmother followed by the fight with Meghan had him up even later than the nights Harvey made him stay late or work all night. At least it seemed that way.

Nell Sawyer learning that Meghan had been asking to read the strike file claiming she wanted to help gave the nurses fuel for their fight.

All Mike could figure was Harvey took great joy in scaring and annoying him with the conversation that followed the files his boss had slapped down on his desk.

"It's a can opener!" Mike nearly shouted. The clap of the files woke him from his catnap.

"Paying for your sins of last night?" Harvey asked as he sat on Mike's desk.

"I wish you hadn't said that."

"Why not?"

"'Cause I spent the night with my grandmother."

"Is she hot?"

"What is wrong with you?"

"You started it."

"I most certainly did not."

"Prescott Hospital. I need a complete summary of their nurses' union negotiation."

"From whom?"

"Rachel? No. No, it's too soon. I- I broke it off before we even started. No."

"Tell her about the exciting night you spent with your grandmother. Trust me. She'll realize she dodged a bullet. Bring the kid up to speed. We'll need her on this, too. Oh. And I need four bullshit pro bono cases right now."

Mike tried to lie, the fact that Harvey could read him like a book momentarily slipping his mind. Within seconds, Harvey had the pro-bono cases he asked for in his hand and walked away, giving Mike no choice but to find a way to get the case summary.