Meghan sat beside the empty hospital bed. The suspension on her visitor's pass had been lifted two weeks prior now that the nurse's strike was over. She was still mad about that, and now felt validated.

Mike had told her before that he was looking for a place for their grandmother that was closer to them. She liked the idea of Edith living in the city, with in-home care of course.

The pools hanging from her lower lids were more than threatening to spill. The woman who raised her was gone. Forever. She hadn't been able to bring herself to call Mike. Every time a nurse came in, they told her they still hadn't gotten a hold of her brother. But they would keep trying.

She went home after several hours. The hope that Mike was there so they could comfort each other was dashed by his usual absence. Her cell phone in her hand, thumb hovering over his contact's name. She wanted to go to him, knowing he was at the new apartment. But it had taken every ounce of physical and mental strength she had just to get home.

A vote was coming up at the office and it was taking priority in every employee's life, even Mike's, so she couldn't talk to anyone there about it. No one there seemed to care about anyone but themselves and their own entertainment anyway.

She waited for him to come home. The emotional strength to call his cell phone was as nonexistent as the desire to see the new apartment with the change in circumstances. But there was one person she could call who would drop everything to find her brother.

Mike was going to be upset with her for doing this, but she didn't care. He'd be more upset that no one told him.

With her cellphone to her ear, she dialed the familiar number Mike had had her call so many times. The line to Rachel Zane's office. She knew the number well, though had minimal personal contact with her brother's crush.

"Pearson Hardman: Rachel Zane speaking."

"Hi, Rachel... It's Meghan," she said through snot riddle sniffles.

"Where have you been?" Rachel's voice went from friendly to a tone she'd only ever heard from Mike, Harvey, and Donna. "Everyone here has been expecting you to collect their coffee orders and fill their printers. Even Jessica has been asking for your whereabouts."

"Well, they can all get off their lazy asses and do that themselves..." Meghan paused after hearing the anger in her voice. These people didn't know what she had just been through, and she was lashing out on innocent people. "Sorry. I need to tell my brother something... and I don't think I can do it alone."

"I'd love to help, but I have to go see Mike at the new apartment. His grandmother's nursing home has been calling the office all day. Did you know he has a sister? They said she was there."

"I'm sorry, Dad... I'm so sorry," Meghan said more to herself than to Rachel. "What I'm about to say needs to stay between you and me... and eventually one other person..."

"Can you tell me quickly? I'm kind of in hurry. Mike's message can't wait."

"He's going to be so mad at me." Now that Mike was all she legally had left, it hurt more to break his trust than it did to lose their grandmother. "Never mind. I'll just meet you there."

Rachel placed the phone back in its cradle. Of all the phone contact she'd had with Meghan, this latest one was definitely high on the weird scale. The kid didn't even acknowledge her mention of Mike having a sister.

What was she crying about?

She removed her jacket from its hook, then put her arms through the sleeves.

Why was she apologizing to her dad if she was raised by her brother?

Rachel grabbed her purse from under her desk.

I thought her brother was killed during an undercover operation...

Then she started to think about the hospital's call.

They said his sister was there when it happened...

She was so lost in thought that she didn't feel herself going down the elevator to the lobby.

And Meghan said she would meet me at the new apartment...

She was in a taxi, halfway to the new apartment by the time this thought occurred to her...

Could she...? No. Mike would have told me if he had one.

While awaiting a cab to take her to the new place, Meghan placed another call. She should have made this one after calling Mike, and before calling Rachel.

"I don't know what name you're using these days, or if the way to contact you has changed recently. Anyway, this is the sibling you affectionately call the Silver Tongue..." she sniffed. "I know you can't come home, but it'd be nice to hear from you... especially today of all days."

The tears had been a continuous flow, leaving her eyes red and itchy.

"She's gone, Danny... Grammy's gone... And I'm scared... it scares me that Dad and I might turn to some old habits instead of each other or the friends we've made. That one of us might do something stupid out of grief."

Meghan continued talking until the cab she'd called pulled up in front of her.

When she got out of the cab, Rachel was just about to walk through the posh entrance.

"Rachel!" she called, stopping the woman.

"Meghan? Do you live here? Maybe we can talk to your brother on our way up if he's home," Rachel suggested, still trying to figure out if Meghan was the girl the hospital administrator mentioned.

Meghan simply nodded. Rachel wasn't going to believe her without seeing for herself as it was.

Rachel had the elevator stop at every floor until it reached what would have been Edith's. Answers to her unasked questions were beginning to form. It could have all been a coincidence, but that theory came to a crashing end when Meghan opened the door to the new apartment. Rachel stood in the open doorway, knocking while the teen just walked in.

"Dad!" she cried, running to the fireplace where Mike stood, still decorating for the new arrival. He was wrapped in his little sister's arms before he even knew what was happening.

He turned to face her. At first, he didn't see Rachel at the door. He was more concerned with Meghan and wondered what happened to make her so emotional. Normally she was a rock. She was his rock. Yes, he did some very stupid things even after he'd gained custody of her due to their grandmother's medical issues. But having people he was responsible for, people who relied on him to take care of them... that made it so that the illegal things he had done weren't for selfish reasons.

Rachel didn't know what she was looking at as Mike's arms made their way around the teen. Meghan had been talking, but her words jumbled with sobs were difficult to understand.

"Shhhh," Mike said as he held her head to his chest, running one hand through her hair, and the other up and down her back. "I need you to breathe, Megs. I need you to breathe... Rachel? What are you doing here?"

"I, uh... The nursing home kept calling the office for you. I—I guess that was the emergency number they had," Rachel replied, still not sure what she was seeing.

Mike's proud smile, which was coming back with Meghan's evening breath, had begun to faulter again. He didn't know where this was going, but it couldn't be good if his sister was calling him Dad in front of someone from the office.

"It's your grandma. She passed away this morning. They said your sister was there when it happened."

Suddenly Meghan's actions made sense.

"She didn't even get to s—to see—" he couldn't finish. He just drew Rachel into their embrace.

Rachel had only met Edith once, but that was all it took to enjoy the woman's company. She let people know when they messed up and they didn't hate her for it.

The three of them spent the night in the new place. As far as any of them knew, it was going to be their last night there.

Mike spent some of that time talking with the nursing home about claiming the body and making funeral arrangements through them.

Rachel and Meghan sat together in another room. Meghan was still a kid with no power of attorney. And neither did Rachel. There was nothing for them to do but wait and have the awkward conversation about how the teen honestly knew Mike Ross.

"I hear Donna's back at the office," Meghan said. Having not been there at all that day, she wouldn't have seen her favorite assistant.

"It took some doing, but yeah. She's back."

"Bet she can't wait to start digging into my life, again. After she gets revenge on whoever tried to frame her."

"The betting pool?"

"At this point, it's just a game to her. She doesn't even care about the money or winning anymore, Rachel. The fact that there's someone out there holding all the answers, and that someone isn't herself, is driving her crazy."

Rachel chuckled. "You're not wrong. I have seen her attempting to pull out her own hair when she doesn't get any results on someone's background check."

"Yeah, that background would be mine... I suppose even with the display an hour ago, you're still wondering how I know Mike... and why I called him Dad when he's clearly not old enough to be the father of a teenager."

"You could say that... I nearly told the nursing home they were lying when they said his sister was in the room... How bad is the relationship between him and his sister that he never talks about her?"

Meghan had to laugh, however weakly. "It's not as bad as it sounds or looks. I can't get into it, other than to say he's my brother. And everything he's done has been for me... I was born premature... a result of the accident that killed our parents. Grammy was still Grammy, but she was the only mother I knew. Mike was Dad. He would always try to correct me, but eventually it grew on him...

"Difficult decisions had to be made concerning Grammy when I was nine... for health reasons, she relinquished custody of me to him... he's been my legal guardian ever since."

It answered a lot of Rachel's questions, even made it so she lost the pool. Now she knew who Mike was raving about when he constantly referred to Meghan.

Finally, Mike was done setting things up for Edith's funeral. Rachel looked at him expectantly as he rounded the corner. Getting a full view of his features, she wondered how on earth she could have missed something that was staring her right in the face for months.

There was no hiding that they really were brother and sister. Though only fifteen, Meghan did not share his height yet. Her head only just came to his chest at 5'2". Their hair colors, and even styles, were on opposite spectrums... but everything else? Even a blind person couldn't have the similarities, yet not one person at the office had noticed.

"Sorry you had to find out this way," Mike said, referring to his sister. "Meg's been begging me to tell at least one person about her at the office... Everything she's told you is true. But there are still some things we can't talk about. Are not allowed to talk about," he clarified, giving his sister a pointed look.

It silenced Meghan on the off chance she was going to correct him. He didn't have worry about that for long as exhaustion had completely caught up with her. She had been stifling yawns ever since she and Rachel arrived. Now those yawns were seconds apart instead of minutes.

Rachel still wondered why his sister had to be kept a secret. Something about Donna's research was starting to click with this new information, but it still wasn't making any sense. Why would you not correct someone's living status if they are still alive?