Greg walked down the lab hall, looking over a report on the case he was working on.

"Greg," Lindsay called out to him. She walked over to him, holding her large stomach. Greg smiled; he wished he and Alison had gotten around to having kids. "Have you seen my husband?"

"Messer got called to a scene with Hawkes." Lindsay nodded, catching her breath.

"What about Mac or Stella." Greg closed his file, the desperation in her voice becoming more apparent.

"Stella has a personal thing today, and Mac's off." He bent over so he could look her in the eyes. "Do you need something?" She closed her eyes.

"Greg, I'm sorry to do this to you with Alison gone, but my water just broke." Greg smiled at her.

"I'll go get a car." She relaxed.

"Okay, I'll grab my bag and meet you in the garage."


Greg handed Messer a cup of coffee.

"What if it's twins." Messer said, taking a sip. Greg laughed, patting him on the back.

"It's not going to be twins. You would have known by now." Messer nodded, sucking air in as gasps.

"Relax, or you're going to give yourself a heart attack before the baby gets there." Messer smiled, bending over.

"I'd like to see how you would react." Greg's stomach knotted, and Messer's eyes shot up, looking at him. "Man, I'm sorry I didn't think." Greg forced a smile.

"It's alright. I probably would be doing the same." Pulled out his phone. "You go check on Lindsay, and I'll go see where Mac is." Messer nodded, looking down at his feet.

"Thanks, Sanders." Greg watched Messer walk down the hall, turning and heading in the other directions. His pace slowly started to quicken as his breathing increased. He was in a full sprint by the time he reached the stairwell. Adrenalin running through him, he slammed the door behind him. Greg leaned against the wall shutting his eyes as he fought back the tears. Alison should be here. They should be starting their own family. Worrying about what color to paint the nursery. His knee gave out, and he dropped to the ground. Placing his hands over his face as the emotions ripped through him. He was never going to see her again. The future they had planned was gone. It had been months. The chances of her being alive were slim. He had failed her. A strong hand patted his arm. He looked to his left, hearing someone sit down next to him. Mac smiled over at him.

"I'm sorry, Greg."

"I'm happy for them. It's just…" His voice cracked.

"It's times like this that you are reminded of what she's missing." Greg closed his eyes, leaning his head back against the wall.

"We talked about having kids. She told me a few days before that she was ready and now…" Mac patted his shoulder.

"She's gone." He whipped his nose.

"Messer is looking for you." Greg could feel Mac's eyes on him.

"Do you want me to stay?"

"No, I'll be fine." He closed his eyes. "Go see how they're doing."


Alison leaned her head against the cold cement wall. The beeping surrounding her. How long had she been here? The only way she knew time was passing was through the delivery of meals and the visits from him. She stopped bothering to count them. It was no use. She was never getting out of this room alive, not again. He would find the metal from the tray before she got a chance to use it. Her breath started to come in gasps as the overwhelming thoughts flooded her. She was never going to get to see Greg again or her family. They would never know what happened to her. Alison looked down at her baggy clothes. They had large bloodstains on them. She traced her hands over the old scars that covered her stomach, trying to relieve some of the pain.

"Admiring the view." Alison's blood froze at the words. She looked at the door and found him looking at her. His eyes were hungry. She hadn't heard him come in.

"Let me go, please." The small words slipped out of her mouth as she pushed up to a sitting position. He laughed, marching over to her. Alison pulled back as far as the chains would let her. He grabbed her arm, pulling it with such force that she heard it pop. A cry of pain escaped her, and she heard the heart monitor pick up. He dragged her to the center of the room.

"I break." He popped her should back. "Then I fix" He pulled out a knife. "Now, I'm going to break you again." Alison's closed her eyes.

"You're sick." The words slipped out of her lips. She braised herself for the blow, but none came. She looked up at him. He was watching her. There was a strange expression on his face.

"No, I'm here to fix you."


Greg walked into the hospital room with a bouquet of flowers. Lindsay and Messer smiled at him. Mac was holding the baby, smiling at the child.

"Glad you could meet this little one," Messer said, hugging Lindsay.

"Sorry, I'm late." Lindsay waved him off.

"It's fine. We sent the rest of the team home." Greg looked over at Mac.

"Then, why are you here." Mac smiled.

"I'm the Godfather."

"That's right, he gets special privileges." Greg laughed at Messer's comment.

"Do you want to hold her?" Lindsay asked, meeting his eyes. Greg looked over at the small form, then nodded.

"It might be better if I sit down." He whispered out. Messer got to his feet, setting a chair up for him. Greg lowered himself into it, resting his cane on his lap. Mac walked over, handing over the baby.

"Support her head." He said as Greg took her. She was so small. Her nose looked like a button. He felt a little tear slip down his cheek.

"What's her name?" Greg asked, looking up at Messer.

"Lucy." Greg laughed.

"Man Messer how did you get a daughter this beautiful." Messer kissed Lindsay.

"What are you talking about? I'm a knockout." Greg held Lucy until it was time for him and Mac to leave. The two walked out together.

"Are you alright," Mac asked, holding the door for him.

"Yeah." Greg's mind still thinking about Alison. He stopped looking at Mac.

"I need Alison's file." Mac closed his eyes. He had refused every other time Greg asked him.

"I don't think it's a good idea."

"I know, but I cant go about my day, not even trying. I don't want the file you made for the family. I want a copy of your file." Mac opened his eyes, looking at him.

"On one condition. If you find anything, you come to me first." Greg stuck out his hand.

"Deal."