Meghan Ross: Con Artist in Training

She's mine (Part 1)

"How do you know what's in Stephen's office? You've never been in there?" Mike asked.

"Because I have magical powers that let me see through glass walls," Meghan said sarcastically. "Now, did you tell her?"

"Megs," Mike whined as he sat on the sofa beside her. He definitely didn't want to talk about his love life with his little sister. If he felt embarrassed to have such talks with their grandmother, it was even more so with someone he raised.

"Would you rather I hear it from you, or from Rachel? And if I know Rachel, she told Donna the second she got home which means Harvey knows. And Jessica will too if you're not careful."

Mike opened his mouth to speak and froze. "Fair point," he sighed. "What did you want to know?"

She leaned her head on his shoulder. The evil grin grew. She knew exactly what buttons to push. "You had a dopey look in your eyes. Dopier than when you and Tess first-"

"Don't say it."

"You know-"

"Please don't say it," he begged.

"Had sex." How she kept herself from laughing, she didn't know. And just when she thought she had the upper hand, Mike turned it around.

"I asked you not to say it," he complained, playfully shoving her head away from him. "You know why I don't like remembering that night."

Meghan was now the one to feel embarrassed, which was a nice change for Mike. The embarrassment changed to disgust. "My memory's been scarred by it for eleven years. Thanks to you, Tess, Kate, and Neal, I have seen parts of my brothers no little sister should have to see of their siblings."

"If you had knocked, we wouldn't be having this discussion."

"What five-year-old knocks?! And I did knock with Neal. It's not my fault I thought they said the door was open."

"Whatever," Mike replied. They both knew what made the other want to change the subject. It was just a matter of who was more uncomfortable at the time... that was the one to make the change. "Go take a shower. We'll go out to eat."

"Thai?"

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Once at their seats, the restaurant's hostess placed two menus on the table, and said their waiter would be right with them. They looked at the menus, each one already knowing what they wanted.

When the waiter arrived, Meghan placed her order, asking for a coke to go with her meal.

"No coke," Mike said to the waiter, correcting his sister's order. He had seen how many caffeinated beverages his sister had had over the course of two days and disagreed with her. He'd noticed she was only drinking water if it was offered to her or when she was given her medicine. Any other time there was a drink in her hand, it was a soda with high levels of caffein. It wasn't like having an energy drink, so the amount didn't cause her any harm, but she'd still had more than he liked. "She'll have water. And I'll have..." he placed his order. While medically fair for Meghan, it was rather hypocritical for Mike who basically lived on Redbull.

The two enjoyed a meal together which hadn't happened often since Mike started at the Firm seven months ago.

"Okay... like you, I have an eidetic memory, and I don't think I can remember the last time it was just the two of us sharing a meal," Meghan said before taking a bite from her plate.

"Better an awkward meal than an awkward conversation."

"Really? We're back to that?" she asked. "I said I was punishing you for not telling me about opting us out. So, this conversation will get as awkward as I want it to... Have you talked to her yet?"