Alison walked up the alleyway heading toward the scene with Messer next to her. He was still in a wheelchair from when he got shot, but the doctors said it shouldn't be too much longer.

"Sanders told me about his new book." Alison adjusted her shoulder strap. She was holding most of the bags. "I think this is going to be his best one yet. The rummer mill is going crazy in the crime labs. The Greg Sanders writing about a serial killer. The book sells itself." Alison nodded, not responding. Greg was really excited about the book. She, on the other hand, just wanted it to be over and for him to get back to his regular books. Jamie ran up to them.

"Ally, you weren't supposed to come." She stopped looking at Messer.

"You call for a CSI team, and we are on shift." Jamie bit his lower lip, looking around.

"No, I mean you. Shouldn't be here." Her hands went cold. It can't be him. Danny killed him. She was free. There hadn't been any other victims. She didn't have to look over her shoulder anymore. Jamie grabbed her arm, pulling her out of her past. "That's not what I meant, Al. We pulled 3 girls out of here, I just."

"She's good," Messer called out, grabbing the bags out of her hands. "You finish your work out here, and we will do our work in there. Come on, Sanders, I want to get this done before it starts to rain." Alison straightened, following him into the small apartment. He glanced up at her. "I can call Mac." Alison pulled out her camera.

"That won't be necessary." Messer nodded, getting started with the establishing shots.

"It looks like you will have to process everything through there." He pointed at a door about 4 feet off the ground in the far wall. Alison looked through it before sliding over it. "If you need anything, call. I mean I can't come over and help, but it would be nice to know if you die or something." Alison pocked her head through the door squinting her eyes at him.

"I should have brought Stella she doesn't talk like you do." He smiled.

"That's because you're too busy doing the talking." Alison rolled her eyes, returning to her work. It was a small room with no furniture. There was a broken window on the far side. There had been a set of bars on the other side, but they had been unlocked, allowing for the victim to escape. Alison walked over to the even smaller side room, taking pictures as she went. There was a dirty mattress and a set of large locks on it.

"She was so brave." Alison jumped at the sound of Eddie standing beside her. She hadn't seen Jamie's Partner when they were outside.

"Hu." Eddie pointed at the window.

"The girl broke through the window, unlocked the bars, and held on as her captor and some random guy tried pulling her in two. I don't think I could do that."

"You would if it meant that you could be free." Alison bent down, placing a marker.

"I mean, yeah but after everything he did. I would be too scared."

"She probably was, but that was her only option escape or wait for another chance that might come tomorrow or in five years. She chose to take this one. And thankfully for her and the other two girls, it worked out." Eddie shifted slightly. Alison didn't know why she was talking to her. Yeah, she was Jamie's partner, but why was she standing right here sucking up her oxygen. Normally some other officer would watch her work.

"So Jamie tells me that Detective Sanders is writing a new book." Alison stopped looking at the ceiling. Why was everyone so insistent on talking to her about the book. It wasn't like she was the one writing the thing.

"Is there something that you want, Eddie? All this dancing around is preventing me from doing my work." Eddie smiled.

"I just never have really talked to you. I know all the other Reagans, and being Jamie's partner, I thought that I would come to talk to you. You're a cop. I'm a cop." Alison stood up, looking down at her. Having the Reagan height finally was to her advantage.

"Then buy me a cup of coffee some time. I have to work." A shadow crossed over Eddie's face.

"Right, I'm going to go see if Jamie needs me." Eddie turned, heading back through the wall. Alison waited a moment, stamping her foot. That wasn't how that conversation played out in her head.

"Wow." Messer call-out from the other side of the wall. "I mean, Wow. She was trying to be nice, and you just snapped her head off. Let me guess, you towered over her too. I bet you 20 dumpster dives that Jamie is going to bring that one up at your Sunday dinner." Alison didn't respond to him. He was right. She would hear from Jamie. If she were honest, she was a little short with Eddie. But she couldn't think about that now she did have work to do.

Greg walked onto Mac's office.

"Hey, you wanted to talk to me," Greg asked, shutting the door.

"Sander's, you have your next physical check off next week." Greg straightened, realizing that he was resting on his good leg.

"Yes, sir."

"Is that going to be a problem?" Mac eyed him. Greg crossed his arms.

"No, sir, I have passed all my physicals since I was first cleared. This one shouldn't be any different."

"That's the thing." Mac points at the chair across from him. Greg walked over, sitting down the silence growing between them. "They have changed some of the requirements. They are upping the point requirement for the 75-yard run." Greg did his best to keep from reacting. Nodding his head. "I want you to know that you can always work in the lab. Or do work like Messer does while he still in the wheelchair, and you can always retest." Greg ran his hand over his knee.

"Thanks, but that won't be a problem." Greg got to his feet.

"See to it that it isn't. I would hate to lose you." Mac nodded, waving him to the door. Greg walked down the hallway heading toward his office.

"Greg!" Hawkes grabbed his arm, stopping him. "You just walked right past me." Greg shook his head.

"Sorry I didn't see you."

"Yeah, I can tell. What's bothering you." Greg glanced back at Mac's office.

"Nothing, I just have my physical check next week."

"That's next week. How do you feel about it." Greg shrugged his shoulders.

"I'll be fine. I'm probably going to be making a PT appointment this week just to make sure. You wanted to talk about something." Hawkes shook his head, handing over a file.

"I thought that you could take a look at this." Greg scanned the readings.

"it looks like these two samples came from the same family." Hawkes nodded.

"That what I was afraid you were going to say." Greg looked up.

"What what's this sample from." Hawkes took back the file waving him off.

"Just an old case I was looking into."

"Do you want any help?" Hawkes started walking down the hallway.

"No, but thanks. They don't push yourself too hard."

"Not a chance."

Alison walked into Erin's office, handing over a cup of coffee.

"This is why I love you and not my brothers," Erin said, taking a sip.

"Don't you mean our brothers?" Alison raised an eyebrow tossing her bag on the floor. Erin held a finger up, shaking it.

"No, not today. Today I'm mad at them, so they are my brothers. You can have them back when I'm done with them." Alison rolled her eyes.

"What did they do this time?" Erin took her glasses off, leaning back in her chair.

"When hasn't Danny done something, But today it's Jamie." Alison winced.

"What's wrong with him."

"He came in her earlier today talking about some hero now as a warrant in another state that he wants me to try and get him out of it."

"Wait, the guy that helped those three girls has a record."

"Yes, and he wants me to make the call." Alison took a sip of her own coffee.

"I mean, it's not surprising, considering if a cop called up, you would probably ignore it. But someone at the DA's office, you might at least listen." Erin rolled her eyes.

"That's what Jamie said."

"Are you going to call?" Erin lifted the cup to her lips.

"I already did." Alison tilted her head.

"The fact that you're mad a Jamie makes me think that it didn't go well, so why haven't you told him yet."

"Because his shift doesn't start for another few hours, so I'll wait and tell him then. That way, I can tell Eddie too." Alison groaned slightly at the mention of Jamie's partner. Erin shot her a look. "Okay, I spilled my guts. What's your issue." Alison pulled out her phone.

"Man, look at the time I got to get going." She grabbed her bag, heading for the door.

"Hold it right there." Alison froze, slowly turning around. Erin had put on her courtroom voice. She got up, walking over to her.

"What's the deal." Alison slumped, looking up at her sister.

"I sort of snapped at Eddie when I was processing the scene." Erin covered her face with her right hand, looking at Alison.

"You did not. You know the rule." Alison held up her hands.

"I know I'm sorry, but to be fair, she was in my crime scene and wouldn't leave me alone." Erin put her hands on her hips.

"That is no excuse. What did you say to her."

"Nothing." Erin stared down at her. The Reagan height now coming to her much taller sister's advantage. "I told her to buy me a cup of coffee if she wanted to talk to me."

"Well, this is going to be a fun Sunday dinner."

Alison sat next to Greg at the dinner table, doing her best not to look at Jamie.

"So, how was your PT appointment this week," Henry asked Greg.

"It went well, Messer was that, so we both pushed ourselves a little harder than we had planned." Danny took a bit of his food.

"How is Messer doing? Shouldn't he get getting out of that chair by now?" Greg nodded.

"Yeah, he had his last surgery on his back a few months ago. It's mainly just building his strength up. But from what I saw, it shouldn't be more than a month." Danny nodded, looking slightly relieved.

"Gramps, could you pass the potatoes," Jamie asked.

"Not until you explain how you let that crook walk," Henry replied. Erin set her fork down.

"The guy helped save 3 women who were being held and tortured by some psycho."

"He stole a car." Frank called out.

"He didn't know that." Jamie explained.

"Can you prove that?" Frank continued.

"No, but I believe him." Jamie said, taking a bit. Frank smiled.

"So you made him a hometown hero so the DA wouldn't press charges on him." Frank nodded down at Henry. "A robot can be programmed to hand out justice, but a good cop and lawyer know when to put that book down and look into the heart of the matter." Danny grabbed a role.

"That's all fine and good, but I want to know why Jamie is asking Gramps over there and not Al, who is clearly closer to it." Alison shot knives over at Danny.

"It's best not to get into that one," Erin said, taking a bite of the chicken.

"No, let's get into it." Jamie said, forcing Alison to look at him. "Eddie was just trying to be nice to you, and you bit her head off." Everyone at the table winced except for Alison.

"She was in my crime scene, and I was trying to focus, but she kept trying to talk to me." Jamie held up his hands.

"Name a cop that doesn't do that. When have you ever had an issue with a cop talking to you while you work." Alison tossed her napkin on the table.

"Maybe it was because the crime scene was a little too familiar for me." She shouted at him.

"No, no, you don't get to pull that. Not this time. You knew that it was going to be a hard case. You did it because Eddie was talking to you about Greg's new book. I've seen you do it with anyone that brings it up. Admit it, your mad at him for writing the book and decided to take it out on Eddie." His words cut through her like a knife.

"Is that true," Greg asked quietly next to her, not looking up from his plate. Alison spotted Ethan moving on the baby monitor. Apparently, he was up from his nap. She pushed her seatback.

"Alison." Her dad said.

"I think we should talk about this." She grabbed the baby monitor.

"I cant. Ethan is up." With that, she walked out of the room.

Alison heard Greg get into bed next to her. She was sleeping on her side, staring out the window. She could see him looking at her through the reflection from his lamp.

"I know you're up." He said into the silence. "Do you want to talk about what Jamie said at the dinner table?" Alison didn't respond, not moving as he kissed the side of her head. "Goodnight, I love you." He reached over to his nightstand turning the light off. The window that had been a mirror now showed the city. Alison started out at the lights. Her hand gently placed over her mouth so Greg wouldn't hear her crying. If he did, he would make her talk. Make her explain why she hated the book. If she told him she hated the idea, then he wouldn't write it. She couldn't do that to him. He had given up so much for her already she couldn't take this book from him.