Greg walked over to Danny and Baez.
"I hope you two haven't eaten yet. This gets about as bad as it can." He led them over to where the line of bodies were, being careful not to get in the way of the firefighters.
"What happened," Baez asked, whipping the rain out of her face.
"The smoke eaters are saying that it looks like a firebomb. They blocked the entrance, and there was nothing any of them could do." Right before they reached the bodies, Greg stopped looking at them. "Now I'm going to warn you the DEA is all over this. They are looking into Mano Sangriento." Greg tipped his coat hood back once they were under the tent running his hand through his wet hair.
"The Mexican drug cartel?"
Baez asked, spotting a large number of Feds talking to firefighters and cops. "I thought this was more a local beef."
"From what I've been able to sort out, the vic distributed heroin for the cartel." Danny shook his head.
"The NYPD has a narcotics division."
"I know Danny, but the Fed's don't like their success rate apparently and wanted to come in a show us how to get things done."
"We'll show them how to get things done." Danny started walked toward the Feds. A car pulled up, and Greg smiled as Alison walked over, handing over a new case.
"Thanks. Once I got here, it was pretty clear that I was going to need more supplies." Alison glanced over at the row of bodies.
"Mac moved me to this case since the Mayor is hounding Dad to solve cases surrounding the elderly killer."
Greg pulled out a new SD card for his camera.
"What changed since I was at the lab." Alison pulled on her gloves.
"Jamie was off duty last night and discover another two victims." Greg lowered his camera.
"Are you serious that meads that he's found a third of the victims?" Alison pulled out her own camera, adjusting the setting.
"To be fair, someone else found the bodies they went to get help, and Jamie happened to be there.
Anyways Mac is going to be working the case to try and take the pressure off of Dad." They walked toward the tent where the bodies were. Alison paused, her face growing pale. The strong scent that filled the air suddenly coming to Greg's attention.
"Why don't you take the establishing shots." Alison let out a slow breath.
"No, I'm going to be fine. I just need a minute." Greg turned, stepping in between her and the tent.
"You know, maybe we should talk to Mac. I mean, we won't be able to keep it a secret much longer." Alison rolled her shoulders back, adjusting her coat. Her eyes on the bodies.
"Fine. We'll talk to Mac but later. Right now, we have work to do."
Greg ducked behind the crate next to Baez while they waited for the drugs to arrive. The DEA had set up a sting to try at catch some to the drug dealers that had started the fire. Enlisting the NYPD for support.
"I'm surprised," Baez said, keeping her voice low.
"About what." Greg peaked over the top of the crate, making sure everyone on the team was in positions.
"Normally, you're the one in the van, and Alison is the one out here." She glanced down at his knee.
"I was cleared earlier today, and Alison is better with the computer." In truth, he had been cleared, but he and Alison had also agreed that it would be best if she stayed in the van. Greg was glad that Danny hadn't told Baez about Alison being pregnant.
Mac had been out all day working on the elderly killer, and they hadn't gotten a chance to talk to him. If this bust when to plan, they could probably talk to him when they got back to the lab or tomorrow.
"This could be it."
Alison's voice came over the comms.
Greg fought the urge to look, trusting that she knew what she was talking about. "Their opening the back of the van."
"Green Light, let's go."
The Lead DEA agent called over the radio. Greg pulled his gun and then signaled for them to head out. He and Baez made their way around the back of a crate. Gunfire filled the air right as they rounded the corner. There were about 8 guys, all with automatics. Greg pulled the trigger to try to provide cover for the officers behind him. He stopped Danny tagging one of them to his left.
The team made quick work the dealers.
The last man was able to get into his car and start driving away, but Baez stopped him.
"Clear." The head Agent called out. "Call in the Med unit." Greg walked over to Danny Alison, joining them.
"Got about 100 pounds of heroin," Alison said, glancing inside the van.
"That will show the DEA."
Danny said, patting Alison on the shoulder. She was still looking at the back of the van. "What is it, Al."
"Where's the money."
Greg walked over next to her flashing his light in the back of the dark van.
"She's right. There isn't any money."
"But that doesn't make any sense," Baez said, whipping her forehead.
"Maybe the DEA is going to track them trying to get the money out of the country," Alison suggested. Danny nodded, looking over at the DEA agent.
"Yeah, I'll talk to her.
Thank you two." Alison smiled.
"No problem."
Alison knocked on the door to Mac's office. He waved for Greg and her to come in.
"I hear that you have a successful bust last night with Danny and the DEA." They sat down in the two empty seats. Alison looked down at her hands. They were shaking ever so slightly.
"Uh yeah, the DEA was holding a press conference this morning about it," Greg said, looking over at Alison.
"Is there something you two wanted to talk about?" Greg cleared his throat.
"Ally and I wanted to…"
"I'm pregnant."
Alison blurted out, looking Mac in the eyes. Her heart was pounding in her ears. Greg reached over, grabbing her hands.
"Congratulations."
Mac smiled; standing up, he came around his desk shaking Greg's hand. He looked at Alison. She smiled, hugging him.
"Let me know if you two need to adjust your work schedule at all." Alison hugged Greg.
"Thank you." There was a knock on the door, and they all turned, finding Stella at the door.
"Sorry to interrupt, but Danny is on his way up." Greg looked at Alison, and she nodded.
"Thanks, we were just telling Mac the good news." Stella's eyes shot to Alison before she ran over to her hugging her.
"Oh, your family must be so happy." Stella whipped her eyes.
"Erin and Linda are already buying me all sorts of things." Stella looked over at Mac, a strange expression crossing her face before turning back to the two of them.
"Joe always said you would make a great mom." Alison rolled her eyes.
"That's because I throw a football further than Danny. Speaking of, we better go see what he wants." They walked toward the door.
"Tonight, we're celebrating you two." Greg grabbed to door for Alison.
"Sure thing. See you then." They walked down the hallway.
"That went well," Alison said, sticking her hands in her pockets.
"Did you think it wouldn't?"
She shrugged her shoulders, grabbing the door to their office.
"No, it just feels a little more real." She opened the door and found Danny pacing back and forth.
"What's going on, Danny."
Greg asked, crossing his arms.
"The feds are handing over this Pena guy for a score they may not even be able to pull off."
Alison walked over to her desk, sitting on it.
"What are you talking about."
"They flipped him, and now he gets to take all that money back to Mexico." Greg walked over, leaning on the desk next to Alison.
"That happens all the time.
What's bugging you." Danny stopped looking at them.
"I have his locations, and I could bust him." The hair on the back of Alison's neck stood up.
"And go against the Feds."
"Don't give me that Erin said the same thing when I went to get a warrant from her."
"Danny, if you got the warrant, then what are you doing here." Danny rubbed his forehead looking at them.
"He didn't get a warrant."
Greg said, causing Alison to groan.
"So you came here to see if one of us would come with you to handle the evidence."
"This could help keep the city safe, but I need someone from the lab there."
"Fine, I'll do it."
Greg pushed off the desk. He turned, looking at Alison. "I'll see you later. Let me know what restaurant the team ends up picking." She kissed him.
"Stay safe."
Greg walked up to Alison using his cane.
"What happened." She asked, her eyebrows furrowing. Through the window, he could see that the team was already in the restaurant waiting for them at the bar.
"Nothing, the case was just a little heavier than I anticipated." Alison lopped her arm in his.
"But you got the guy."
Greg looked up at the sky.
"Yeah, but it might cost Danny. He got called to 1PP. But I don't think that he was talking to Dad."
"Well, Danny likes to poke the dear. I just hope it doesn't pock back." Greg held the door to the restaurant open for Alison. She had a nervous excitement on her face at the sight of the team.
"They are happy for us. We don't need to stay that long just enough to celebrate." She nodded as he took her coat off. She walked over to Stella and Lindsey.
Greg following closely behind.
"Congratulations, man."
Hawkes said, slapping him on the back.
"Yeah, say goodbye to full nights of sleep." Messer chimed in as the conversations shifted around them. Flack handed Alison over a glass of water, and she gave him a hug.
"Little Reagan is all grown up." He said with a smile.
"Took long enough."
She smiled back. Mac held his cup up.
"A toast," Greg took his place next to Alison, wrapping his arm gently around her. "I have known Alison most of her life. The thought of her being a mother only make me feel all the older.
But I have no doubt she will be a wonderful mom. Greg you…"
The restaurant's front window shattered with a shot of a gun. Greg didn't think he pulled Alison to the ground as shots rang out. It was an automatic gun. Greg lay on top of Alison, shielding her from the bullets. In seconds it was over, and the air was silent.
Greg rolled over, pulling his gun.
"You alright." Alison reached a hand up, touching the back of her head.
"Yeah." Greg looked over at Mac. "Everyone alright." He called out.
"I can't feel my legs."
Messer called out.
"I got him, Hawkes. You check the other guest," Syd called out, running over to where Messer and Lindsey were on the floor. Flack was calling in the shooting while Mac ran over to help Syd.
"Greg, you go. I'll stay with Al." Stella said.
"I'm fine." Alison tried to sit up, but Greg and Stella stopped her.
"Ally, you might have a concussion. I can't help as long as you are wandering around." Alison waved him off, and he ran over to Hawkes, who was looking over the bartender. He had a few cut from the glass.
"Need anything," Greg asked, looking over the room.
"Apply pressure to this cut. It will need stitches." Greg did what he was told, the sirens in the distance getting closer and closer.
"What do you think caused this." Someone called out. Greg met Flack's eyes and nodded. Probably the same person that just lost 18 million dollars in drug money to the bust Danny and him pulled without a warrant.
Greg grabbed Alison's arm, walking up to Frank's house.
"I'm not an invalid."
Alison growled out at him. She hated how he was smothering her. "I have a grade 1 concussion. I'm not dizzy. The doctor sent me home." Greg grabbed the door.
"But you're also pregnant."
He glanced at his phone. Alison wanted to look at the screen, but the light was a little too bright for her eyes. "It's Mac.
He's staying at the hospital to be with Lindsey and Messer. He's wondering if I can go into the office tomorrow to work with Hawkes on the case."
Greg let out a deep breath. The guilt weighing his shoulder's down.
Alison reached up, cupping his face.
"It's not your fault.
Messer is alive, and the doctor says that he should be able to walk eventually once the inflammation around his spine goes down." Greg nodded.
"Thanks." He opened the door right in the middle of Danny and Frank yelling at each other.
"That's an order."
Frank called out. Alison pulled back slightly at the loud noise. Danny looked over at them, his brow furrowing.
"You two didn't need to come." It was Greg and Alison's turn to look confused.
"What are you talking about." The three of them looked to Frank.
"I'm sorry you all have been out of the loop, but I thought it was for the best." Frank looked at Greg and Alison. "Tonight, the cartel burned down Danny's house." Alison's hand flew to her mouth, and she looked over at Danny.
"Everyone is fine." He turned his attention to Danny, his face growing serious.
"Also, tonight, those same people shot up the restaurant where Mac's team was celebrating with Greg and Alison.
Officer Messer was shot. He's alive but in a wheelchair, but Lord willing will make a full recovery." Danny took a step back. The reality of what all had happened tonight setting in. "Things are in motion. Those responsible will pay for what they did, and you know better than to ask particulars." Danny shook his head.
"I can't even."
"Anything." Frank cut him off.
"You have to know I can't just stand by."
"Take care of your family."
Frank turned, kissing the top of Alison's head after she gave permission. "I'm glad you three are alright." He smiled at her.
"We are, too, thanks, Dad."
With that, he walked out of the house.
Greg gently grabbed Alison's arm.
"Let's get you some ice for that bump." Alison waved him off.
"I'm going to go talk to Erin and Linda. You should get ice for your knee" She walked away before he could argue, walking into the living room where they were sitting.
Erin got up, hugging her.
"Dad told me. I'm glad that Messer is going to be alright."
Alison smiled, hugging Linda.
"I'm sorry about the house."
Alison sat in one of the side chairs with her back to the lamp.
"We spent our lives there."
Linda said, looking at the photo album.
"I just can't believe it's gone."
Alison sat next to Greg at the dinner table. She looked out over all the casuals that Linda's neighbors had brought them.
"What is it, Al."
Jamie asked, noticing the expressions on her face.
"All of them made all of these casuals, and I can't imagine eating one of them." Linda smiled, setting a bowl of soup in front of her.
"Here, I always eat this when I had morning sickness." Alison smiled, breathing in the send.
"Thank you." Greg rubbed her shoulder.
"See, I told you that Linda would know what to do." Danny walked in; the anger and frustration that had been building on his face clearly hadn't lessened.
"Since you were late, I think it's only fair that you say grace," Frank called out. Danny took his seat, glaring.
"I don't really feel like saying grace." The table went silent.
"Come on, brother, just say it," Jamie said.
Linda reached over, grabbing his arm.
"We don't blame you, Danny."
"Well, you should."
Jack looked at his Dad.
"We love you. This wasn't your fault." Frank leaned back in his chair.
"Let's say you made a different call. Say you let that drug money sail back to Mexico than what?"
"They bring drugs to the city," Erin said.
"Kids keep taking them."
Jamie said.
"And people would keep dying," Henry said, causing Danny to shack his head.
"But I didn't end anything. I didn't change anything except for the fact that Messer can't walk and Al could have been killed, and our house is gone."
"It's just a house, Danny."
"I'm fine too, and Messer will walk again," Alison said.
"it's not your fault."
"When we have everyone we love, we have everything, and for that, we should be grateful. And no matter the hardship or the loss, this family does not stand down." Danny nodded at Frank's words holding his hand out to Linda.
"Bless us o Lord…"