Someone had been systematically removing those involved with Hardman's five-year absence. First, Donna was fired. Then Harvey was put through an in-house, or mock, trial that would determine his status in the company as well as the life of his license to practice law. Once neither of those had gone his way, Hardman went for his end goal. Jessica.

Mike was in the firm's file room while Meghan was doing her rounds. It was much earlier in the day than her normal time to be at the office. Plus, they both needed to stay home for a few days.

"Should we really be here after-"

"After what, Meghan?" The tone he used usually meant she was in trouble. It was a dare for her to mention things she shouldn't know about his life on company time.

"You know something? The only thing I did to deserve that was tell Rachel you're my brother. She was going to see that eventually, regardless of what happened," she whispered so that no one else heard. Then she turned on her heel. Her exit from the library was not toward the associate's bullpen, but toward the elevator.

Just before she could catch the elevator, Rachel had spotted her.

"Shouldn't you be home after yesterday?" It wasn't judgmental or overstepping in this case. It was genuine concern. There weren't too many people who came to work right after a loved one died.

Meghan leaned against the wall, waiting for the next elevator now that she'd missed them all. "Dad thought it'd be best for the cover. I wanted us to stay home."

"At least one of you is thinking clearly," Rachel remarked. "Are you sure you should leave him alone, though?"

"I'm not abandoning him, Rachel. I just know he's going to do something stupid. He won't listen to me, and I can't be around that stuff anymore. Doesn't mix well with my meds."

Rachel didn't understand what Meghan meant just yet. The teen didn't like the reminders of what she did for Trevor and the situations he had gotten her into through drug transactions. Those reminders weren't as bad as watching someone get killed, but they were part of the reason she was on sleeping pills.

"Do you need me to tell Mike where you're going?"

"Not necessary. He can track my phone, plus I only go to one of two places when I need to talk about things that I can't mention here…" an elevator door slid open. "Dad's in the file room. I'll see you later."

As the elevator went down, Meghan removed her cellphone from her pocket. She sent a quick message that read:

Please don't be too hard on Mike, today. Or that you know anything. He doesn't want anyone to know this, and he'll be really upset with me for going against his wishes. Mike's grandmother passed yesterday. He's angry at himself so he might lash out if you try to do anything other than give him a heavier workload.

Rachel's time with Meghan was much more pleasant that the conversation she tried to have with Mike. The kid wasn't snippy or anything. Just resigned like she had given up before even trying. Mike on the other hand, was sarcastic and angry.

He was angry with himself more than anyone. He let himself get so caught up in work and the new apartment that visiting Edith never happened. Mike hadn't seen her in two months except for her visit to the office.

"What are you doing here?" Rachel asked in a hushed tone.

"Rachel, meet the file room," was the beginning of his sarcastic reply. Of course, she knew where they were. She'd been working there five years longer than either Ross. "It's where we store information on the cases that we're working on.

"No, I-I just mean, I don't believe that Harvey would make you come and work the day after..." she couldn't bring herself to say it.

"You can say it…" He waited a moment until he saw she wasn't going to. "Okay, I'll say it. The day after my grandmother died… there's a vote going on, and he's got bigger things on his mind."

"Mike, he'd want to know… just like he'd want to know about Meghan."

"Oh, really, you know that? You and-you and Harvey are best friends now?"

She was beginning to see why Meghan had left after only one round. "Okay, then tell Donna. Just tell somebody that—"

"I don't want people to know."

"If you tell people, they will understand, and then you can go home, and you can really deal with—"

"Deal with what, Rachel? The fact that I missed my last-ever chance to see my grandmother because I was too busy at work?"

"Oh, come on, that's not fair. You were an amazing grandson. You-you were buying her an apartment—"

"I bought her an apartment because I felt guilty for not having seen her for two months."

"No, you were buying her an apartment because—"

Mike practically threw his pen across the table. If he wasn't going to let his sister get away with trying to blow the cover again, he certainly wasn't going to let someone else who didn't know the whole story try and do the same.

"This is not a debate, Rachel. All right, I came to work because I want to work. I'm not telling people because I don't want to talk about it. And now I'm gonna go out and get some fresh air, and when I get back, I really hope you will be done bothering me."

He followed the same path as Meghan, down the elevators, and through the lobby. That was where their paths differed. She had taken a cab first to the cemetery as a diversion for Harvey or Jessica's private investigators. The she boarded a bus that would drop her off near Neal's old place. It had since become one of Mozzie's safehouses.

Mike's path took him across the street to the coffee kart that doubled as a newspaper stand. He said he wanted to by some weed. After a monologue of what he knew of the vendor and the competition, he held out a hundred dollars and was handed a folded paper.

Then he went back inside. This job didn't allow for an hour long high before returning to his shift.

Before heading to the elevators, he made a call to Meghan.

"Hello?"

"What the hell did you tell Rachel today?"

"I wanted us to stay home today."

"Did you say anything else? Like how Harvey would want to know about her? Or you for that matter?"

"We're going through the same loss, Mike. I wanted us to be there for each other, but you'd rather go it alone. You weren't talking to me after that fight this morning, so I thought… I thought you'd do something stupid."

"And leaving the office without a list of coffee orders or telling me you were going wasn't stupid?" The line was silent. "Go home. I'll deal with you later."

He hung up without waiting for a reply. Mike knew he was probably overreacting.

After using the bathroom and getting laid into by Louis, who had either been trying to fire him or get him to quit on his own from day one, he returned to his desk.

With his ear buds in, he hadn't heard Harvey come up behind him. The feeling of a pen yanking a bud from his ear would have been shocking, but he had become used to it. It still felt strange, mind you, though it was a run-of-the-mill move for Harvey. Remove the earbud from one side of the head and stand on the other side.

If it's not Meghan, it's Harvey, he thought.

"You look overwhelmed. Let me help." Harvey dropped a file on Mike's desk, right on top of the work he was already doing. "Forget that. You're gonna do this instead."

Mike put the file off to the side. "Louis said I'm not allowed to prioritize your work anymore."

His cellphone vibrated. With a quick glance, he read, I'm not going home unless you plan on picking me up from Mozzie's while stoned off your ass.

Mike quickly hid the message to keep Harvey from seeing his evening plans.

"You think I'm taking orders from Louis now? Consider things status quo."

"Yeah, well, they aren't. They are as far as you and I are concerned. I give you work, and you're gonna do it."

Once again, sarcasm made its way out of Mike's mouth. "Oh, right, I forgot. That's how it works with us."

"Don't pout. You're gonna love this case. It's very detail oriented," Harvey replied.

"And what are you doing?"

"Operation "Right the ship," Harvey replied as if it were obvious.

Mike scoffed. "Maybe it's time that you just accept that it's over. You lost. Deal with it."

Harvey barely got this one out, "Excuse me?" before Mike continued.

"You seem to live in this deluded world where you think that you can always win. But sometimes you can't. Bad things happen. You have to face the fact that life is gonna be this case or this case or this case!" He was throwing files about his cubicle by now. "Jessica lost! You lost! And there isn't anything that any of us, including the great and powerful Harvey Specter, can do about it."

Weighting his workload didn't help. Being sent home like a kid on school suspension was embarrassing when no one knew the reason behind his explosion.

The funeral went well. The siblings wore Edith's favorite colors. Rachel was there giving moral support for both, but especially Mike. He was the one giving the eulogy.

Meghan was keeping to herself, hoping that her brother would make an effort to talk to her. Even if he didn't talk, she just wanted comfort from the only family she had left.

While everyone else was talking and heading out to the burial site, Meghan went to Edith's room. Packing wasn't going to happen just yet.

She sat down in the same chair she was in when the heart monitor flatlined. Slumped in the seat. A small portion of her back was touching the back of the chair.

She felt a hand rest on her shoulder. Assuming it was Mike or Rachel, she didn't turn to look. What did cause her neck to snap and look was the voice the hand belonged to.