Greg walked down the hallway with a report in hand. Alison came out of one of the labs with a tablet in hand. She smiled, walking over to him.
"So I told Linda that we would be at Jack's game on Saturday." Greg pulled out his phone, looking at the date. It was already Wednesday. "Danny's apparently has been working with him the past few weeks, and Linda thinks that it should be a good game." Greg ground his teeth together.
"Alright, I'll see you later." Greg slipped past her. Alison tilted her head.
"What's going on." Greg helps up the report.
"I need to get this to Stella." Alison wasn't convinced he could see it in the way that she eyes him. But Greg ignored it, walking into Stella's office.
"Did you get the results?" She asked, looking up from her computer. Greg walked over, taking the seat across from her. A man had been killed in his apartment, and his wife had come in confessing to the murder.
"I don't care what that woman confessed to her DNA doesn't match." Stella nodded, dialing Mac's number.
"Thanks. I wanted to make sure considering the VIC was stabbed 17 times." She lifted the phone to her ear. "Hey, Mac, She's lying." She set her phone down. "What can you tell me."
"The DNA on the handle of the knife that was used to stab VIC was to a woman but on the one that talked to Mac. The DNA did match a bite impression on one of the dinner rolls. Someone else had to be in that room." Stella thumbed through a set of files on her desk.
"But Syd found the other half of dinner roll in our VIC stomach. He was the one to take a bite out of it."
"Then how did our unknown female get her DNA on it." Stella rubbed her forehead, trying to ease the tension that was building.
"Thanks, Sanders. I'll look into it."
Flack handed over the DNA sample. Greg took it, starting to process the evidence.
"This is from the VIC other wife." Greg pause looking at the sample.
"His what."
"The VIC had another wife living a few floors below the first wife."
"That's messed up. You would think they would have run into each other in the elevator or at the mail."
"If she is lying, she's the second-best liar I've interviewed."
"I'll run the sample at let you know what I get."
"Thanks, Greg. Don't forget we're getting the flooring in this weekend," Flack called out on his way out of the lab.
"I know I told Ally. Jack's game isn't until that evening, so we should be able to make it over."
"Good deal, be sure you bring the coffee."
"Messer threatened to bring coffee again."
"Yeah." Greg laughed, holding up the evidence.
"I'll run the evidence and bring the coffee."
Alison ran down the hall, entering the main conference room. Mac stood at the front, nodding at her. She sheepishly took the seat next to Adam.
"Took you long enough." He whispered at her.
"I had to finish pulling files from a computer for Erin." Alison looked around the room, noting that the entire team was in the conference room. "What's going on. Does this have to do with the serial killer that Greg is working on? Some woman's in 3 different cities, killing three unrelated people." Adam nodded. "I thought that Mac had my dad canceled the mayors preconference."
"He did. I don't know why. Maybe there was another killing, and they wanted to get a little more information before they talked to the press." Alison nodded.
"Or they didn't want to start a panic." Greg leaned forward, so his head was in-between the two of them.
"You know if you two would stop talking, you might actually be able to find out." Alison rolled her eyes, turning her attention to Mac, who was getting started.
"Most of you have heard about the potential serial kill we have been looking for." He grabbed a box of cotton swabs off the table. "This afternoon, Detective Sanders was able to confirm that our unknown female was a woman at the manufacturing lab who was not wearing gloves." Groans of frustrations met his words. Alison and Adam glanced behind them, where Greg was leaning against the wall. His arms crossed in front of him. He nodded his head, indicating for them to pay attention. Alison looked up at the ceiling as she spun her chair back around. Mac was holding his hands up, trying to regain control. "I understand the frustration and the inconvenience this is going to be. We will be looking at all the cases where this DNA has appeared. We are going to switching to another supplier until this company had proven the quality of their product. All field cases and labs will need to swap out their supplies." He looked at Stella. "I'm sorry for this inconvenience, but we want to ensure that none of our other cases get thrown out because of this. The Mayor, the DA, and the Commissioner have all been informed about the situation. Return to your work." The room once again burst into arguments. Alison turned her chair back around, scooting over to Greg.
"So I have you to blame for the long shift ahead of me." Greg held his finger up to his lips.
"Do say it so loudly I don't want everyone else to catch on."
"Well, then you should have to change out my field case." They walked out of the room, heading for the locker where they held.
"Why, it's your case." Alison turned, walking backward so she could face him.
"Because, like you said, it was your fault, and besides, I have to see what information I can get for Erin before she goes to court this afternoon." Greg rolled his eyes.
"Fine, but you're going to have to buy me a cup of coffee on the way home." Alison smiled, bouncing slightly on her heels.
"Deal."
Alison carried cooler and chairs while Greg limped next to her.
"I am perfectly capable of carrying the cooler, Alison." She glanced over at him, raising her eyebrow.
"Yeah, and the fact that you are walking slower than Grandpa is really helping your case. Why didn't you bring your cane." Greg didn't respond. Alison stopped looking at him.
"Greg, something's been bugging you all week. I thought it was the case; then I thought it was the mess up with the lab equipment. You need to talk to me." Alison stared up at him.
"I won't be able to help our kids with sports," Greg said, not looking at her.
"What I know that you didn't play sports when you were younger, but that doesn't mean that you can't learn with them." Alison took a small step back at the frustration that filled Greg's eyes.
"No, because my knee won't let me. I never realized what I could be missing out on until I went over to Danny's the other day to deliver that stud finder for him. He was out playing basketball with Jack and Sean. I might not get to do that." Alison took a deep breath. Greg had clearly been thinking about this for a long time. His knee wasn't that bad most day's he could get by without too much trouble.
"I'm sorry, Greg, I should you felt you couldn't talk about it." Greg shook his head.
"It's not that big of a deal, Ally. I mean, we might not have kids, so I don't know why I'm thinking about it." Alison grabbed his hand.
"Your thinking about it because you want to have kids. You see Messer with Lucy. Danny Linda with Jack and Sean. Erin with Nicky. Family surrounds us. I love that you. I love that you're thinking about all the things you want to do with our kids one day. This is a big deal for you. Maybe we should go back to the doctor and see if there are any other options." Greg waved her off, walked past her.
"We've been to doctor after doctor, and they all say the same thing. We cant replace it, and I'm sorry, but it's not getting any better, but it's also not getting any worse. You pass all the standards for being a detective. What's the issue." Alison dropped the cooler grabbing his arm.
"Hey, you don't walk away. Not when we are in the middle of a conversation. Like you said, you can pass all the requirements that the department has set up, so what makes you think that you can't play a short game of basketball. Yeah, you might not play football with them, but you could play catch. You can teach them to swing a bat. We don't know yet what they are going to be interested in, so we don't know what you will or won't be able to do. And you never know, maybe they will be chess champions like their Dad." Greg smiled, kissing her.
"Or they will run track like their Mom." Alison rolled her eyes.
"Come on we better get to the game before it's over."
