"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?"

Present Day

She read the copy of the letter Jessica had shown Mike to blackmail him into backing down from his part of the bet. It had everything, from forging a fake death and birth certificate, to what could technically be seen as kidnapping, to every illegal act Mike had committed alongside a Trevor Evans, and then practicing law without a license.

The letter proclaimed that due to the child Jessica had named, all things listed were reasons to alert the Marshals. Not only would Mike be placed in prison, but Jessica would also have effectively returned Meghan to the program regardless of the teen's desires.

"How does it always come down to Trevor being behind everything?"

"I don't know… it's bad enough he's ruined my life. Why did he have to mess things up for you, too?"

"Because he never grew up. It took you a while to grow up too, in case you've forgotten. You didn't even think about needing a job until Grammy had to be placed in the home and you had to take care of me. At least you quit smoking in the apartment while I was home. Wish I could have said the same for Trevor."

"I'm still mad that I caught you using when your doctor said you couldn't be around it."

"Yeah… I got that… three years ago. What I wanna know is who told Jessica about the first episode I had while living with you. She knew my complete medical history, Dad. Even that parts that Trevor didn't."

That statement recalled the week Meghan started her community service at the firm. She had said someone was following her and that she lost them on her way to school.

"Jessica's private investigator."

"What about him?" Meghan asked.

Mike stood up and went to look out the window. "I never met him, but every lawyer has their go-to investigator. I guess he really is the best."

"I, uh… I may have a theory, but it's more illegal than practicing law without a license."

Mike gave her an expectant look.

"When you had Mozzie take me to one of my appointments on a day off a few weeks ago, my regular doctor wasn't there. At the time, I had no reason to believe he wasn't a doctor. Now I'm not so sure. It should have occurred to me when the guy didn't know what a Patent Ductus Arteriosus was."

"You're right… her move was more illegal, but without proof, Jessica won't back down."

Meghan looked out the window in thought. She went through her memories, before and after that appointment, reading the prescription bottles, their dates, and the doses.

"I wasn't having issues until that appointment. Do we still have that script bottle?"

"I gave it back to the pharmacy when I picked up the refill…"

Three days earlier

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?"

"Partner's floor. North Wing."

Mike hung up. He hurried to the upper floor, weaving his way through the sea of local and overseas associates. Rachel's letter and Harvey's wager were the farthest things from his mind until he knew his sister was stable.

Paramedics transferred Meghan from the floor to a gurney, preparing to wheel her away. Mike was by her side, telling them everything they could have read from her new medical bracelet. Then her turned to Rachel. She knew what he was going to do and beat him to the punch.

"Worry about the letter when you get back. This… this is more important." Rachel was going to cover for him before he even asked. She didn't know why they were keeping their relation a secret, but it was their business… just like it was hers for not advertising for her father's firm.

Getting Meghan stabilized took longer than the emergency room doctors had hoped. Her heart rate was constantly changing. They followed procedure, even tried the medication listed on her bracelet but all that did was make things worse until her regular doctor was brought in.

Upon a quick read of her medical transcript, Meghan's doctor discovered a life altering change in the teen's prescription. The dose was a lot higher than it should have been for her age, height and weight. And it wasn't a change the doctor had authorized.

"Whatever it is, I'm not in the mood," Louis said as Mike walked into his office the next day, closing the door behind him.

Mike was in no mood to participate in anything that didn't help Meghan at this point. He was even considering hiring his own private investigator. Had he done so, he would not have been prepared to go down the path the information took.

"I know about Rachel, and Sheila, and Harvard."

"How?"

"Rachel told me." He showed Louis Rachel's letter to Harvard. "She wants me to send this letter going over Sheila's head, but it can't come from me."

"Yeah, it can't come from anyone… She didn't get in because they didn't think she was good enough."

"You lied to her," Mike was nearly done with the lies. He would even turn himself in if it meant they didn't have to hide in plain sight.

"No, I never lied to her. I told her she was good enough, which she is, but I let her down because I couldn't persuade Sheila, which is the truth."

"Louis, you have to tell her the real truth."

"Mike, I saw the look on her face, and I took it away. I do not want to put it back."

"She is going to pursue this. She's going to find out one way or the other. I'm not going to let her find out from Harvard… Look, I'll give you another day to think about it, but after that, I have to tell her myself."

Being Meghan's legal guardian, Mike was allowed to visit past visiting hours. He opened the door to her room. He'd seen that look before and he didn't like it. The vulnerable state of having to lay still while IV fluids pumped through her system. He had been made aware that the wrong dosage was prescribed by someone other than her doctor and that the hospital was investigating the situation. There was nothing more he could do but wait.

It was late by the time he arrived, but that didn't matter. Meghan had been placed in a medically induced coma until her system was clear of the previous medications toxins. She wouldn't have known if he stopped by or went home.

He took a seat in the chair provided. Her pale, ashen skin the only physical sign her body held of a congenital heart defect. That and the ever so slight discoloring of her fingernails to show how long she had been struggling before Rachel found her.

Mike didn't even feel himself fall asleep. He jumped when a nurse tapped his shoulder on her way out of the room. The night sky had turned to dawn. He checked his watch to see what time it was.

"Oh, crap! I'm gonna late." If he didn't have to go home for a fresh suit, he was going to be nowhere near late. He took his messenger bag from the floor beside while telling Meghan that he would back around lunch. He didn't expect a response. His sister didn't open her eyes.

What he did miss was the slight movement of her fingers.

Darby had given Harvey and Mike a challenge in addition to the pre-existing wager. It involved an unwritten rule of international law. Neither American knew that when provided notice, their opponent could whatever they wanted as long as notice was given.

And Darby was living up to it. Harvey was even getting so desperate to win that he was willing to break laws that didn't send anyone to jail. Harvey had broken the Chinese wall.

Mike had just returned to Harvey's office after meeting with Scottie in an alley. A folder of clients in his hand. Scottie had already decided to back down on her own before Harvey managed to get a hold of firm documents even he didn't have clearance to see.

Harvey had said no to using the file. He wanted to keep the fight going, but not if the enemy was helping him win.

"I got your message. Why are we meeting here?" Mike asked Scottie.

"You sound like you don't trust me."

"Well, you did sandbag me with Jessica."

"Jessica sandbagged you with Jessica."

"Still doesn't explain why we're meeting here.

"Baby Harvey," Scottie scoffed.

"That's a huge compliment."

"Call it like I see it."

"I meant for him."

"Like I said, baby Harvey… We're meeting here because you will never find this."

"If this checks out, it'll win the case for us. Why am I the one you're giving this to?

"Because there are some things in life more important than winning."

"That's not what I asked. Why are you giving it to me?"

Scottie went on to explain just how far Harvey will go to protect what's important to him. She even used a story about Harvey's brother… a brother Mike didn't even know existed. And he thought he knew Harvey as well as Harvey knew him

I guess we both have our secrets and reasons for keeping them, he thought.

"I didn't even know Harvey had a brother."

"You'd like him. He's like you."

"So, are you saying that I have to tell Harvey I found this on my own?"

"You don't have to. But it'll definitely increase your odds of him using it."

"I found something," Mike said bounding into Harvey's office. He held the file out for Harvey to read.

"Let me see."

Harvey took the folder, reading through. He liked what he was seeing, but there was a nagging suspicion he didn't like its source.

"It's not done. We have to hurry. But I can get it done before tomorrow morning."

"This is good. Get on it." He handed it back to Mike who took hold of it only for the folder to become the rope in a tug-of-war game. "Where'd you get it?"

"You know where I got it. The question is, are you going to let me use it?"

"Get out."

That was that. Harvey wasn't going to use anything that was provided by his ex.

True to his word, Mike stopped by the hospital to visit Meghan. Nurses and doctors had told him of the day's events concerning his sister. She had awakened on her own. The hospital had tried several times to call him, and Rachel, who had been added to her emergency contacts.

Donna had given him the file Harvey refused to let him use before he had left the building. He was going to work on this off-site.

"Hey, Megs," he said to the now sleeping form. "Heard you woke up a couple hours ago. Wish I could have been here for it… Harvey's having me do… That's not important right now… Maybe it is. I know I don't talk about cases Harvey and I haven't brought you in on, but this could potentially change everything for us.

"I'm gonna start by saying you were right. It's great that Rachel knows about you, but it's time Harvey and Donna knew, too. Jessica really wants this merger and she'll do anything to ensure it happens. She might even try to blackmail me. Not sure how, yet. I haven't seen her whole hand.

"The firm entered World War Three when we took on the Fulsom Foods case. Things seem to be going the way you predicted all those months ago…"

Mike's lunch break was coming to an end, and he had to get his work done before going back to the office if he wanted to slip it through under Jessica's nose.

He had spent the next four hours working near Meghan's bed, occasionally stopping to answer her questions. And ask his own.

Once he was done, Mike packed everything up. He promised to call later and let her know how everything turned out and that he'd come by the following day. Then he left.

"You wanted to see me?" Mike asked Jessica the moment he'd stepped into her office.

"That request went out two hours ago." He had been with Meghan two hours ago.

"Uh, yeah, I was in the middle of something." Like visiting my sister.

"What were you in the middle of?"

"Excuse me?"

"You said you were in the middle of something. I assume it's Harvey's case."

"I can't tell you that. You're on the other side."

"Is there some rule against my checking on my own employee?" Mike couldn't argue that she had a point.

"I'm confident that, after tomorrow, you'll either settle or lose. I've prepared a motion based on a file dated September 14th."

"Darby didn't tell me about that."

"He didn't know about it." Mike was proud of himself, but he still didn't know where this was going.

"Where'd you get it?" When she didn't get an answer. She continued as if she already had one. "What does it say?"

"It says you're going to lose."

"Then that's too bad... Because you're going to throw it away… You're going to go home. You don't call, you don't answer, and you don't come back until that deadline is passed."

"Wait a minute. These are your clients."

"Who Harvey is using."

"That's a bullshit argument."

"And so is that file."

"I won't. Harvey will never forgive me."

"Right now, your problem isn't with Harvey. Your problem is with me. You don't do this, who's to say you don't end up in a cell for practicing law without a degree?"

"And who's to say you don't share that cell with me for knowing about it the whole time?"

"You don't want to take that tact. I didn't start it. I will beat you."

"The last time you said that to me, you thought you didn't need a computer. You were wrong."

"That was about demonstrating knowledge, and the stakes were nothing. This is about my power, and you keeping the last living connection you have to your family. The stakes are everything." Jessica lifted a sheet of paper, holding it by the corner as if she were evaluating its value. "This is a letter to the district attorney, saying that it's come to my attention that you have broken several laws. I believe you've met him... not the type to let it slide. You file your motion... I'll file mine, and you won't see your sister for a very long time… Tell Meghan the same thing next time you go see her."

To say Harvey was pissed was an understatement. It was a coin-toss between Mike and Donna for being the last people in the world he would have expected to turn on him.

He didn't even notice the red in his soon-to-be former associate's eyes as he burst through the bathroom door. All he saw in the mirror was Mike's open mouth, ready to explain his actions.

"Shut your mouth! I risked everything for you. Then I did it again and again."

"You weren't there," Mike tried to defend.

"I didn't have to be."

"Jessica—"

"You don't work for Jessica. You work for me."

"I know I do, but I was just trying to get you what you wanted... your name on the door."

"No, you got Edward Darby's name on the door. My part of the deal is gone."

"What? You never told me that."

"I didn't think I needed to tell you that because I didn't think you would ever betray me."

The hatred in Harvey's eyes was something Mike wasn't used to having directed toward himself.

Between the two of them, two ethical violations had been committed to dissolve the merger. Ethical violations that would have made both of their stomachs turn. The next thing Mike said toward the end of their fight threw Harvey over the edge. He might have kept Mike around, give him the cold shoulder for a while, pile on work he'd collected from other partners and handed it off to Mike until he'd cooled down… but this?

"I'm sorry."

"You're back in the associates' pool. Turns out you're not the best lawyer I've ever seen. In fact, you're fired."

Jessica had heard the shouting as she'd walked by and come in to see exactly what she'd expected, though no one hoped her goals would destroy the bond that was forming between these men.

"No, he's not," she said.

"Oh, you going to overrule me on that too?"

"I didn't overrule you on the other. I b*at you fair and square."

"No, you didn't."

"You're right. I cheated, like you. You put me on the other side. I had a deal that put your name right next to mine. It wasn't even up there yet, and you started acting like it was on top of mine."

Now Jessica and Harvey were at it and Mike had left as Jessica had told him to do. He went to a file room. He was overwhelmed. Meghan was in the hospital, Jessica blackmailed him using Meghan to do it, Harvey fired him without even trying to figure out who really held his loyalty card. Rachel was trying to use his Harvard connections to go over an administrator's head. He had lost everything and was probably even going to lose this job and Meghan.

"Rachel, look, I'm sorry, but I am not—" he had just pulled a box from a shelf and was bringing it to one of the tables when he saw her standing behind him.

"When did you send that letter?"

He stuttered for a bit before he could finally get the words out. "Um, I was, uh- I'll tell you when... Okay, look, let me explain. When I went to see Louis, he told me what really happened—"

"I know. He told me too. And I get it. I'm not good enough. What I don't get, Mike, is why you didn't have the courage to just come and tell me that yourself."

"Look, he lied to you. I thought he deserved a chance to tell you himself, all right? When I went to his office to get him to sign the letter—"

"Wait. You went to him to sign the letter? You told me you were going to sign the letter… so you lied to me."

"No, I didn't. I told you that I would help you."

"That is such bullshit! That's not what you meant, and you know it. You've been cagey with me since the second I came to you about the letter, and you're being cagey with me right now. You're lying to me."

"Not today, Rachel! Please, stop!" He begged. His eyes were watering again, and he couldn't contribute it to the dust covered boxes of case files.

"Then what day, Mike? Because it's always something. It is always some secret or some story or some lie—"

"You don't understand—"

"I don't understand what?"

"You don't understand what I have been through! You don't understand what I have lost! Because it's everything, everyone that I love- Trevor, my grandmother, Harvey, now, probably this job and Meghan! I am not ready to lose you or my sister... Not today!"

"Then tell me."

"I never went to Harvard… I'm a fraud."

The slap, he'd expected. Maybe even Rachel turning around to get away from him. But aside from the WITSEC secret, he was free of the lies he'd been telling her. Rachel now knew about the Harvard secret and his sister. Two out of three secrets being revealed to a woman he wanted to be more than friends with had now opened the floodgates to the passion that followed.