Meghan looked out the hospital window. So much for no one knowing she was Mike's little sister. The little sister who, for the most part, was well taken care of, supported… who needed, no, wanted, to help her brother through this. But every time she tried, he always gave her the same response.

"There's nothing you can do to help, Meghan! I betrayed Harvey. Nothing can fix that without losing you."

Mike sat on the floor by the door with his back against the wall.

She turned to face him. "What if I told him? Right now?"

"I can't let you do that."

Meghan raised the head of her bed. "Your loyalty is admired, Dad, but I can handle it."

"I know you'll try, maybe even succeed… The answer is no. I know the system gets a bad reputation because of a few bad eggs, but I'm not willing to lose you. I can't go to prison and not know there's someone taking care of you."

"Oh, please."

"I'm serious, Megs. Neal went back to Paris. Mozzie went with him this time. So unless Mozz plans on returning, there's no one who would make sure I get you back or to keep you in the state."

One day earlier:

"I'm glad to see you're doing well after your hospital stay," Jessica said calmly.

Meghan couldn't help but feel something was off. Jessica didn't talk to her often enough to be this casual. The managing partner spoke to her through Harvey or Mike.

"Um… thank you?"

"I trust your family is taking good care of you. Heart troubles can be frightening. Especially when it's not the first time."

Now Meghan was scared. She was there when Mozzie called in sick for her. Mozz had only said she went in for heart trouble. He never said it wasn't the first time.

"It's like Addicts Anonymous, Miss Pearson. One day at a time. Doctor adjusted the dosage for my meds."

"Speaking of your medication… I've been watching you. Not once have I seen you take any while you're here."

"It's a mild condition. I have a caddy as a phone case on the off chance that I need to take one while I'm away from home." Meghan sifted through the paper cart, looking for the right size ream to open. Most of the copy machines used the standard size, some were used for photos, and some used legal (the extra long size). "That occasion hasn't risen since I was ten. My brother had to count the pills and dole them out himself just to be sure I was actually taking them."

She didn't have to lie about that since everyone knew she was raised by her brother. Meghan loaded the copier, then closed the paper tray. She placed her hands on the trolley, ready to push it out of Jessica's office.

"Before you go…" Jessica turned to face her. "I noticed Harvey has taken you under his wing. I would expect that of Mike with you being assigned to him,-"

"I had to answer the same question when Harvey asked it a few weeks ago. My answer hasn't changed. Mister Ross doesn't tell me anything I don't need to know."

"That's good… But I wasn't going to ask you about our clients. Recently, Harvey came to me with proposition of merging with a firm in London."

"Scottie's firm?"

"The very fact that you know which one I'm referring to… Do you know what Mike and Harvey are planning for the merger, Meghan?" Jessica asked.

Meghan now stood in the open glass door of Jessica's office. "I'm sorry?"

"Harvey and Mike are trying to demolish my merger after being the ones to suggest it in the first place. What do you know about their plans?"

"I really don't know what you're talking about, Miss Pearson. What makes you think I know anything that goes on during Firm social functions? I'm the only teen working in the office and the announcement for the gala might as well have said adults only."

"During a Firm gala?"

"My brother works here, Miss Pearson. Just because I didn't attend doesn't mean I didn't at the very least know he was leaving the house. I have witnesses."

"Do tell."

"Well. There's my other brother, and your private investigator who has been trying, and usually failing to follow me around town, assuming he was following me last night and not working for another client."

Meghan had to get out of there. She pushed the cart again, making it out of Jessica's office just before said woman said:

"When you visit the cemetery, tell Mike Ross' parents, or should I say your parents, hello for me."

Meghan hesitated. Then she pushed the cart even faster, dropping it off in the copy room. She wandered the halls, almost aimlessly, trying to find a private room.

Jessica knew. What else did she know about them? She knew Meghan was Mike's sister. Which meant she knew about the fake death certificate. She knew Mike wasn't a real lawyer. Did that mean she knew about WITSEC?

She finally found a place. To anyone else, Jessica's interrogation was just that.

The bathroom was the most private place she could find minus supply closets. She hadn't come out for hours when Rachel came in to find her sitting on the floor in the very last stall.

She dropped her phone and ran to the teen when she saw how Meghan was holding herself.

"Meghan? Are you okay?" Rachel wasn't given an answer. "Mike's been looking for you." She still didn't receive a response. Not for a few minutes.

"Ra-Ra-Ra?" Meghan started, holding a hand over her heart. She squeezed her eyes shut.

"What do you need me to do?"

Two hours earlier:

Rachel had been trying to get into Harvard Law School ever since she had started at the firm. She wanted to be a lawyer, maybe like her father, or maybe she was doing this for herself.

It was disappointing to receive a rejection letter… Disheartening would be a better word for someone whose very specific dreams had been shattered.

"I never got to buy you that drink last night," Mike said as he handed a to-go coffee to Rachel in her office.

"They we free."

"I know. You left."

"I did."

"It was a nice party."

"It was."

The small talk felt odd to Mike. Not because he liked to talk…he did. But it wasn't the happy, excited, or even angry Rachel had had come to know. Her sad silence had him concerned.

"Okay, so I see you're still not going to tell me why—"

"I didn't get into Harvard. Don't look at me that way."

"With sympathy?"

"With pity."

He wasn't, but she didn't know that. He tried to encourage her, suggest that there were other schools. Unlike him, those schools would actually take her seriously. If he tried applying to any of them, they would probably throw away his application upon seeing that he was expelled and why.

Mike couldn't believe that she didn't get in because of a woman he had one referred to as Female Louis and Louis' history together. It was still an image he wished was not in his head. He had Harold to thank for that.

After Mike and Rachel were done talking, He headed over to Harvey's office, His eyes taking fleeting glances at the different offices and conference rooms he passed, looing for Meghan.

There was no sign, and he had half an hour to find her. It was only two weeks since her last episode, so he didn't want to take any chances with her missing a dose.

A man stood outside Harvey's office. He'd never seen this person before.

"Uh, can I help you?" he asked.

"No, no. I'm fine. Just had a mochaccino. Waiting to see Harvey." His British accent stood out like the sun on a cloudless day.

"He's making you wait?"

"Oh, I don't actually believe he's aware I'm here."

"So why don't you go in?"

"Well, his secretary isn't present to announce me. It wouldn't be proper."

"What year is it?" The way things were done in England…He had seen and even been chivalrous, but he had never seen it to this degree outside of the stories he'd read.

From the office behind him came Harvey's voice.

"Mike? What's going on out there?"

"Um, it's kind of hard to explain. Have you ever seen Downton Abbey?

"What?" Harvey was confused, but the man in front of Mike, An Edward Darby, had heard of it, but never watched.

"But I've heard great things," Darby said.

"Yeah, it's terrific," Mike replied.

"Really?"

"Yeah." He then led Darby into Harvey's office, possibly mocking how polite the Brit was. "May I present Mr. Edward Darby of—"

But Harvey interrupted, "Get the hell out of here."

"Okay."

This gave him more time to look for his little sister. He even tried calling, but she never answered. He searched at least four floors while on his way to the library to look up a book Darby must have recommended to Harvey.

"Where are you off to in such a hurry?" Rachel asked as she ran up beside him.

"Uh, I have to find Meghan to give her one of these," he said discretely showing Rachel the prescription bottle that used to never make itself known in the office in any way, shape or form, "and finish this page-turner. It's by a British author."

"Where have you looked," Rachel asked as the only other person in the firm who knew Mike was the kid's legal guardian.

"I've checked four floors, the stairwells, no bathrooms."

"Let's trade. You read this letter."

"Oh, sweet. It's not even my birthday."

"It's not to you. It's from you. This is to Harvard. I'm going over Sheila Sazs' head and telling them everything that happened… Well, you are… You read the letter and give me three of her pills so that I'm ready if I find her." Mike was about to protest her request about the letter, but Rachel wasn't backing down. "You said it yourself. It is not right that I'm being denied admission because someone's punishing Louis."

Eventually, Mike agreed to help Rachel, even if it was just him saying the words so that she would go find Meghan.

She walked away from him with high expectations that were going to be dashed. Mike didn't know when, but he hoped he wouldn't have to experience her anger toward him.

Mike set the book down on the table, sat in the chair, and started reading, hoping that Rachel would find his sister. Then he had planned on going to see Louis.

What he didn't plan on and was hoping to avoid was the call he received. Rachel had found Meghan on a bathroom floor, clutching her heart.

"Call an ambulance. Don't move her. I'm on my way… which floor?"