Danny bent over the body while Alison read off the report.

"Jennifer Polter 33 apparent suffocation."

"You said there's no signs of forced entry, right."

"No, nothing that we could find."

"What's with the window?"

Alison stared down at the note's thinking over the fact she was pregnant.

"Hey, earth to Al." She shook her head.

"Sorry. Fire escape window was open but no signs of tampering."

"Uh-huh, and you said her husband called it in? Where's he?"

"Over there." She pointed over her shoulder. "He's a little out of it." Danny walked over to Alison, looking her in the eyes.

"You doing alright. You seem a little out of it. You know it's only been a few weeks since you got out of the bubble." Alison flinched slightly. They hadn't told the family yet.

"What are you, Erin.

What's with the cross-examination."

Danny rolled his eyes.

"Yeah yeah, Al, we'll let you get back to work." He and Baez walked over to husband, leaving Alison and Messer in the room.

"What do you think about this." Alison looked down at the vic.

"Honestly, I don't know. She looks like she could be asleep. The fact that she didn't fight seems strange to me."

"Danny will figure it out."

Greg sat in the back of the courtroom. He was supposed to be testifying in one of Erin's cases. It was already running a few minutes late. The defense's lawyer hadn't shown up.

"Do you intend to defend yourself?" The defendant stood up; a Dr. James Webber shook his head.

"No, your honor, I fired my previous lawyer, but I have a new one." The doors into the courtroom opened, and Greg bit back a groan.

"Sorry, I was a few minutes late. Your honor, I was only officially retained this morning ." Jack Boyle, Erin's Ex-husband, walked into the court room.

"I admire your ability to hit the ground running. You'll be requesting a continuance." The judge asked. Greg bent over, grabbing his bag. He could go back to the office and help Mac with his case.

"Uh, no, your honor, I wouldn't want to inconvenience the court any more or Ms. Reagan-Boyle. I mean, Ms. Reagan." Greg sat up, his bag forgotten.

"A family relation."

The judge asked.

"Ex-wife, I hope that's not a problem, your Honor." Jack smiled at the judge.

"Well, not for me." It was for Greg.

"The People have no problem with it, your Honor," Erin said, not bothering to look at Jack.

"Your Honor, I'd like to request a hearing on the admissibility of Dr. Weber's confession."

Greg leaned his head against the back wall as the arguments started up. He didn't mind testifying for Erin or even testifying for Jack. But both of them. That was a headache waiting to happen.

"I will allow it. I will hear an argument tomorrow." The gavel cracked through the courtroom, and Greg got to his feet. Walking over to Erin.

"You alright." She watched as Jack and his client walked by.

"A little bit of a heads up would have been nice. Be I'm going to bury him."

Alison sat at her desk, resting her forehead on it. She took a slow breath in and out, trying to keep her lunch down. She was going to be fine. Everyone has morning sickness. Why should she be any different? The phone on her desk rang, and she reached over, grabbing it, not moving her head as much as possible.

"Detective Sanders."

She shut her eyes.

"Al." It was Danny. "What's with the formality."

"I didn't get a chance to look at the ID before answering. Was there soothing you wanted."

"Fine, you're busy. I just wanted to know if Syd was finished with the autopsy." Alison sat up slowly, looking at her computer. Before returning to her previous position.

"No, he started 2 hours ago.

So you should have the report by tomorrow unless there's something that concerns him."

"Okey." There was a long pause, and Alison thought about hanging up.

"What is it, Danny."

"The mother came by. She thinks that the husband did it."

"So do all mothers."

"They had a large insurance policy." Alison's eyes shot open.

"You have evidence of that."

"Just finished emailing it to you." She pulled it up on her computer.

"I'll look into it."

"Thanks, Al." She hung the phone up, closing her eyes. She just had to make it to the end of the day.

The conversation at the dinner table was nonexistent. It had been a long week for everyone. Alison was mainly focusing on making it look like she was eating without eating anything.

Greg had made dinner, so it was thankfully something she could handle smelling.

"So who died." Henry finally asked.

"a 33-year-old woman with a four-year-old son," Danny said.

"40-year-old dermatologist from the upper west side," Erin said.

"And a 16-year-old in East New York," Frank added.

"I didn't mean it literally."

"Pop's, you just forgot who was at the table." Frank shot back. The frustration building around the table.

"I got a new partner this week," Jamie said, locking eyes with Alison.

"What not, Eddie."

Erin asked. Alison took a sip of her water, trying not to react. She knew that Jamie likes Eddie but that it was also frowned upon dating your partner.

"Yeah, sarge has me riding with an IA snitch," Jamie said, holding up his hands. Danny laughed at that.

"Oh, that's a real waste of IA manpower, don't you think?"

"What's that suppose to mean," Jamie asked again, glancing at Alison. She took a bit of mashed potatoes. Then instantly regrated it. Greg subtly filled her water glass up, and she forced the food down.

"Well, their snitch is riding around with, well Doubly Do-Right," Danny explained, not noticing Alison.

"How is it you can make even my being a good cop into a bad thing."

"I didn't say it was a bad thing."

"Well, you'll be happy to know they switched us up for pranking another pair of partners." Frank lowered his spoon full of food.

"I'll be happy to know."

Jamie flinched at his Dad's statement.

"Well, no, not you."

"Just forgot who was at the table." Linda looked at Frank.

"16 years old how."

The Conversations shifted to Franks's case, and Alison let her mind wander to Danny's case. That way, she could ignore the rock that was forming in her stomach. Syd had found that the woman was going to die from cancer in a few months if she hadn't been murdered. Making the insurance all the more interesting. She needed to look over a few things when she got to the office tomorrow.

"He's dating his co-counsel.

She's 25." Alison looked over at Nicky. Then to Greg. He leaned over, whispering in her ear, knowing that she was thinking about something else.

"They moved the topic to Erin's case since she's up against Jack." Alison nodded.

"Nicky, zip it," Frank called out, seeing Erin's discomfort.

"Okay, how about we go back to east New York. Anything?"

Erin said, trying the change the topic.

Linda waved her hands, looking at Nicky.

"Wait, wait, wait, wait, what is she like." Erin looked over at Alison, the hurt in her eyes apparent. Alison took a deep breath.

"I'm pregnant."

Silence filled the table, and they all turned to look at her.

"Oh, so we're doing this now," Greg whispered.

"You're what?" Henry asked, the shock still filling everyone's eyes.

Alison reached into her pocket, pulling out a small picture.

"Greg and I are going to have a baby." Erin gasped, covering her mouth.

"Is this real." Greg smiled, kissing Alison's cheek.

"It's very real."

"I knew something was wrong." Jamie pointed at her.

"How," Alison asked.

"No offense Greg but this is the blandest meal that you have ever made in the eight years that I have know you." Greg laughed.

"Hey, I did my best there is only so many things that she can eat and wouldn't be too strange for dinner.

Since she just up and told you, I feel I wasted my time." Linde leaned over, looking at her.

"How long have you known."

Alison handed over the picture.

"We found out when they did the blood work on me when they thought we might have been exposed."

Frank smiled, raising his glass.

"I would like to say something." They all raised their glasses. "Alison Greg.

You guys are great individuals but excellent together. You have pushed each other to be better, and I have no doubt that you are going to be great parents."

Greg hurried down the hallway toward the court room. He was running late. Alison had a bad morning, and he ended up having to drop her off at work. Opening the door to the courtroom, he was met with two Lawyers that weren't Erin and Jack. Looking at the plaque on the door, he confirmed it was the right room.

Taking a deep breath, he turned, heading over to Erin's office. She would know what was going on. When he got to her office, he knocked, opening the door.

"Erin, you busy." She looked up at him, her fingers mid-way through her hair.

"Greg, what are you doing here." Greg furrowed his brow.

"We have that case today."

Erin closed her eyes, leaning back in her chair.

"No, we don't. We lost the evidence." Greg sat in the chair across from her.

"The clerk lost it."

Greg slammed his hand on the arm of the chair. "So we get a continuance."

"The judge dismissed the case, Greg it's over. I can't even retry if we found more evidence." Greg rubbed his forehead.

"Erin, we were right. I'll keep and eyes out. Maybe we can't get him for this, but we can get him for something else." Greg got up.

"How's Alison doing."

Greg smiled, grabbing his cane.

"Sick most days. Her case with Danny came back to the husband. A mercy killing of sorts. Danny's a little torn up about it. Ally wanted to go to dinner with him, but Mac is moving her to help Stella with a bank robbery, and I have to meet with my editor."

"I'll talk to Danny. We can commiserate together."

"Thanks, Erin."