Greg opened the door to his and Alison's apartment. Danny was standing in front of him.

"Danny, what's going on? Alison's at the hospital with Ethan. I was on my way over there after I got her a change of clothes." Danny followed him into the house.

"What can you tell me about a Dr. Webber." Greg stopped turning around to look at him.

"That he should've never been able to walk. He killed with no remorse. What makes you ask."

"You heard about Jack, I'm sure." He had been attacked at his office. Danny and Erin found him.

"Yeah, Erin called Alison. During one of Ethan's naps, she popped down to sit with her." Danny looked down at his hands.

"How is Ethan." Greg smiled, pulling out his phone for him to see a picture.

"We just need him to pass the car test, and he can finally come home."

"Good, I'm sure that's a relief. What about you? Ribs all healed up." Greg took his phone back, grabbing his cane and bag.

"It's not going to be comfortable lifting the car seat, but I should be good. Now, what up, Danny? You didn't come by here just to talk about Ethan or Jack." Danny actually looked nervous, rubbing his hands together.

"I told Erin I would handle the case…" he took a deep breath. "My last case." Greg nodded, seeing where this was going.

"And you want my help." Danny waved his hands.

"I hate to ask." Greg held up his hands.

"Let me talk to Alison and see what she thinks."

Alison took the cup of coffee from Greg, smiling up at him.

"Ethan might get go home by the end of the week. He's got the car test on Thursday." Greg nodded, taking a sip of his coffee.

"Good." Alison looked over at Greg. His eyes were locked on Ethan's little body.

"I think that we might want to double-check the baby bag since I packed it so long ago."

"Good" Alison set her cup of coffee down, looking at him.

"I think that I'm going to do all the cooking from now on."

"Good…" He stopped looking at her. "Wait, what." Alison smiled, reaching over grabbing his hand.

"Where is your head." Greg closed his eyes.

"Danny is working Jack's case."

"I thought that he was turning in his papers. Since Linda's death, he hasn't wanted to be a cop anymore."

"Erin asked him." Alison pressed her lips together.

"Of course she did. Erin can't leave him alone."

"He asked me to help him." Alison's jaw dropped open.

"But you're on leave."

"I know." Alison looked at the distant look in Greg's eyes.

"But you feel you need to help Danny." Greg glanced over at her, being pulled from his thoughts.

"I told him I would talk to you."

"Ethan's still in the hospital."

"I know."

"Soon, we will be running on next to no sleep."

"I know."

"I think that you should help him."

"I know." Greg stopped realizing what Alison had just said.

"Wait, what." Alison smiled, grabbing his hand.

"Danny asked for your help. He is having a hard time. If this is going to be his last case, I want you to be there with him." Greg kissed her cheek.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, at least that's what I told Danny when he called me a few minutes before you got here." Greg rolled his eyes.

"I will be here if you or Ethan need me." Alison smiled.

"I know. Now go catch that bad guy."

Greg walked up to Danny.

"Hey, thanks for coming." Danny grabbed the door for him.

"I'm just glad Jack woke up." Alison had called him on his way over to Dr. Webber's office. They made their way up the stairs. "Al agreed that I could work this case with you, but if anything happened with Ethan, I'm out of here. Danny nodded, pointing at a door with Dr. Webber's name on it.

"I would expect nothing less." He opened the off. "You do realize you're taking advice from a murderer, right?" Danny said to the woman that was talking to Dr. Webber as they walked into the room. "Might want to save yourself some money and yourself, possibly." He pointed at the door. "By getting the hell out of here as quick as you can." The woman got off the couch, and Greg stepped back so she could leave.

"Detective, is this absolutely necessary?" Dr. Webber asked.

"Well, I didn't want to embarrass you in front of your, uh, patient there." Greg looked around the office. Two walls were covered in bookshelves. There was a set of filing cabinets that probably had his patient records, but they would never be able to get ahold of those. "Did you stab Jack Boyle?"

"What did you and Jack fight about?" Greg asked, stilled scanning the bookshelves.

"I-I would love to help you, but unfortunately, I think that's covered under attorney-client privilege." Dr. Webber replied, backing up to his desk.

"Where were you yesterday at 11:00a.m." Danny asked, continuing to advance toward him.

"Where were you, May 28?" Greg's eyes shot to Danny at the mention of Ethan's birthday and the day Linda died.

"What did you just say to me." Danny's voice turned more into a growl.

"Where were you, May 28?" Danny ran over to the doctor throwing him against that set of filing cabinets. Greg ran over, grabbing his arm before he could punch him in the face.

"Just walk away." Danny turned, leaving the office. Greg looked at the doctor, who was smiling at him. "We will be in touch."

"I'm sure you will, detectives." Greg walked over to Danny's desk.

"What are you doing."

He asked, leaning against his desk.

"I got Judge Barton to sign a subpoena for Webber's phone and computer." Greg flipped through the papers.

"Based on what."

"Based on the fact that Webber's a person of interest in his ex-girlfriend's disappearance." Greg weighed the information then stopped.

"Danny, this was signed at 2:00 a.m."

"Yeah, Judge Barton, you know, he likes to play bridge until all hours of the night. Oh, and he also does have a taste for good Scotch." The corner of Greg's mouth turned up.

"How much did that set you back?"

"You don't want to know."

"Have you sent this to Adam?" Danny clicked on his computer.

"Yeah, He just sent it back. Seems Webber didn't have his cell phone turned on the morning Jack was stabbed, so he couldn't track him that way. But he does a ZipPoint." Greg shook his head.

"Alison loves it when she finds out suspects have those. They think that it will help them find their cars, but in reality, it just helps her find the evidence."

"And that's exactly what this one did. It put his vehicle at the scene." Greg looked at the information on the scene.

"It's good but not enough to arrest. I mean, this guy got away once before. I'd hate to see him walk again." Danny reached into his draw, grabbing his gun.

"But it is enough to get a warrant for Webber's house." Greg grabbed his things.

"Lead the way."

Danny and Greg looked through the house after getting the warrant. It was a small one-story house with modest furniture.

"I'm still not getting anything, Danny," Greg called out, walking back into the living room where he was standing. "I hate to say this, but there might not be any evidence left." Danny held his finger up, walking over to the back wall. He pressed his hand against the wall looking for a secret compartment.

"There has to be something. He can't get away."

"Wait," Greg called out, causing Danny to freeze. "Walk over that carpet again." Danny followed his train of thought, stepping on the carpet they were met with a hollow echo. Danny pulled back the rug revealing a simple medal ring on the floor. Greg ran over, helping him get it open. It reviled a secret set of stairs that led into darkness. Danny pulled out his flashlight.

"Let's take a look." Greg nodded, following him down the steep stairs. The ceiling wasn't that high, and Greg had to duck slightly. It was a cement room with a single metal barrel in the center of it.

"What do you think this is." Greg scanned it with his flashlight.

"That size and considering where we are standing. I'd say his ex-girlfriend." Danny tapped the side of it.

"One way to find out." He grabbed the latch on the side, popping it open. Greg's hand shot to cover his mouth as the smell of death filled the small room. Inside the barrel was the mummified body of a woman.

"I'll let the team know that we need the ME. Erin will be happy that you were able to get this guy before you retired." Danny looked down at the container then back up at him.

"I decided that I'm not retiring. Not while there are guys like this still out there." Greg smiled. He had a feeling this would happen.

"Glad to hear it your one of the best."

Alison sat in the family room of the house they had rented for Danny. Ethen was resting quietly on her chest.

"So how's it been adjusting to the new roommate," Henry asked, sitting next to her. They were still waiting for Jamie and Erin to arrive with Danny. Alison looked down at Ethen.

"He's so small and innocent. While he was at the hospital, though, it was scary. It was nice knowing that the scary world couldn't reach him. Now I feel like theirs no way of keeping the ugliness away from him." Henry glanced over her shoulder where Greg was talking to Frank.

"That's how every parent feels when they bring a child home. All we can do is make them feel as safe as possible. I mean, you were on your way to school when you found your first body. I know for a fact that Fancies didn't want that for you. But you turned out alright." Alison smiled.

"Thank you." They heard a car door close out front, and Alison slowly got up, being careful not to wake the baby. Greg walked over to her, resting a comforting hand on her shoulder. Erin led Danny into the house, followed by Jamie.

"Surprise." They all called out. Danny stopped looking at them.

"What's going on." He asked.

"Wait till you see the game room," Sean said, the excitement getting the best of him.

"What?" Danny looked at his son's in confusion.

"It's not a game room. It's a man cave." Jack corrected his younger brother.

"What is this." Danny continued, still confused by the whole situation.

"This is your new home." Jamie said, patting him on the shoulder.

"Only a five-minute walk from the school," Sean added.

"We rented it for you." Henry explained, getting up from his seat.

"With an option to buy if you decide you like living here," Erin said. Danny nodded, finally catching onto what was going on.

"There's even a real backyard." Seam said, smiling. He, out of all of them, was the most excited about the new house. They had been staying with Frank since their house burned down. And with Linda's death, they got a little stuck.

"Let's eat. I'm starving." Henry called as they all moved into the dining room. Alison took her spot, still holding Ethan.

"Danny, everything you need is right here," Frank said.

The whole family sat and waited until he slowly made his way over to sit with them. They all looked at Frank, not knowing what to say.

"I did read an obituary a while back. When you reach a certain age, you do that sort of thing." He explained to the grandkids. "And someone said, We are all just passing time and occupy our chair very briefly." He paused, feeling the weight of the words. "The time we had with Linda was a gift. And we are all the better that she occupied her chair so well."

"Some say we have more than our share of loss or tragedy," Henry said, glancing over at Alison before he continued. "But I see God's light in this family every day. And though I may not understand it, I trust in His plan for us all." Alison smiled, shutting her eyes.

"When Mary died…" Frank said, looking over at Danny.

"When I lost my wife, I was a mess. And it was my kids Danny Erin Joe Jamie and Alison, who, even though they had lost their mom, always made sure each in their own way to be there for me. I'm not sure what a shrink would say about that." Alison opened her eyes, looking at her Dad. "But it was appreciated. Boy's I'd like to say grace."

"Um." Danny's voice cracked. "Actually, um, I'd like to say it." They all folded their hands except for Alison, who just closed her eyes. "Bless us oh Lord for these Thy gifts, which we are about to receive from Thy bounty, through Christ our Lord. Amen."