Meghan Ross: Con Artist in Training

She's Mine (part 3)

Meghan wanted to laugh at the day-to-day stories of Louis that Rachel brought her during visiting hours. The most recent one had the man hiding the cat of his British counterpart in order to keep her for at least another day. It was indeed a comedy of errors, but she couldn't even bring herself to giggle as she recalled how distraught he was when his own cat died.

"Nigel found Harold," Rachel said. Even she was finding it difficult to hold back because bringing in Harold blew their in-house case out of the water.

"Oh, no," Meghan's eyes went wide in mock horror. "Those two in the same room is a lawsuit waiting to happen... Poor guy. Louis may have been good at his job heading up the associates, but he sorely abused that position when it came to the people he decided weren't going to make it. He did the same thing to Dad for months. How is he, anyway?"

"Louis or Harold?" Rachel asked as she helped the ten to her feet.

"Harold. Louis was harder on him than anyone else. I've seen his work after Louis fired him. The number of mistakes in his cases has decreased dramatically now that he doesn't have to face Louis every day."

Meghan grabbed the IV rack so they could walk the hall. The nurses had been giving her warnings over the past couple hours. If she didn't get up on her own to walk the halls, they were going to come in and get her.

Rachel looked around as she agreed. She didn't find whatever she was looking for. "Where is your brother, anyway?"

They walked out of Meghan's room.

"He's with Harvey. Probably figuring out how to discuss the case in our presence without actually discussing the case. Jessica wants us kept out of the loop to protect you. And Stephen thinks I'm dead if what Dad said yesterday is anything to go by."

"I know where Mike is, silly. I meant..." had Neal been introduced to her as his alias, it would have been more automatic.

"Oh. I think Victor went to the cafeteria for lunch. He's probably trying to avoid Peter's visit."

"Is the FBI investigating?"

"No. He's just here to visit. But all things considered, it could become federal."

"What could become federal?" Neal asked as he came up behind them. He had finished his lunch and came back to see his sister, willing to risk running into Peter. Meghan didn't want to answer. And why should she? Neal was part of such investigations while working for the FBI. Seeing that he wasn't going to get a response from his sister, Neal turned to Rachel. "Rachel?"

"Her poisoning."

"I'd rather talk about Nigel's cat," Meghan said.

"You hate pet stories."

"Come on, Big Bro. This is Louis we're talking about. It's hilarious how invested he gets in any case, especially when a cat is involved," Meghan laughed again. Louis had stolen a cat. A living, breathing, cat. Something Neal never would have done.

It was entertaining, but Meghan was finding it annoying that every time something interesting happened at the office, she was hospitalized beforehand.

"So... Harvey?"

"What about him?" Rachel asked.

"Is he really like Mike and Megs describe him?"

Rachel raised her head a little, giving an obvious sign she understood what Neal was asking. And yes. Yes, he was exactly how Mike and Meghan, and now Mozzie, had described the man in question.

"What a nice way to tell someone you don't believe a word your little sister says," Meghan feigned in insult.

"And I couldn't be named one of the best con artists if I let said sister get the better of me, now, could I? What does your friend know?" This confused Rachel as there had been no mention of a friend in the seven months she'd known the teen and the eight months she'd known Mike. "Police commissioner's granddaughter," Neal explained.