Greg watched as Alison packed her bag. He had offered to help, but she refused.

"Do you have everything?" He asked, leaning against the wall where she could see him.

"I was only here for a few days. I'm fine." Her hands shook as she tried to zip the bag.

"That's only because you promised to take it easy and keep up on your meds." Greg walked, overdoing his best to hide his limp. He wanted to take her hand but settled for a smile. "Let me." She looked up at him nodding her head. He reached down, zipping the bag. Grabbing the bag, he swung it over his shoulder, being careful to steady himself on the edge of the bed. Alison took a deep breath.

"Alright, let's hit the road." She smiled up at him. It was a distant smile, not fully reaching her eyes.

"You have to get in the wheelchair first." Alison glanced behind her.

"I'm perfectly capable of walking out of this hospital." Greg lifted his free hand.

"I know, but it's the policy." She rolled her eyes, sitting in the chair. She tensed slightly when he walked behind her.

"I'm going to push you out. With your shoulder, you would only go in circles." Alison nodded her head, taking a deep breath. Greg grabbed the handles, slowly walking them out of the room.

"Where's my family? I'm surprised they're not crawling all over this place." Greg heard a slight disappointment. He leaned over, so his face was next to hers.

"I told them that they could wait at the house. That way, I could have time alone with you." He straightened, stopping in front of the car.

"Alright, let's get home." Alison pushed to her feet, wincing as she jostled her shoulder. Greg grabbed her arm to keep her from falling. Alison held her breath as her body started to shack. A lone tear slipped out of her shut eyes. Greg let go stepping back.

"I'm….sorry." He looked at his feet. Alison held up her good arm.

"No." she squeezed the words out of her lips. "Give me a minute." She took a breath, slowly letting it out. Alison looked up at him. "I just want everything to go back to the way things were."

"With time, we will find our way." She nodded, getting into the car. They drove in silence until they arrived at Frank's house. Alison looked over at him.

"I thought we were going home." Greg turned the car off, looking at her.

"We thought it might help make things easier if we wait for you to go back since…" he trailed off.

"Since that was where he took me." Alison shivered, taking a deep breath. She looked over at him. "I need to go home, Greg. To be in that space and not be afraid. I don't want him to win. I'll go in, but we aren't staying." Greg didn't fight opening the car door for her. They stopped on the front porch. Alison looking at the step where he proposed to her.

"Do you regret marrying me?" Greg moved, so she was facing him.

"Not for a second." Alison lifted her hand to touch him, but the door opened, causing her to pull back. Danny crossed his arms, shaking his head.

"We have been waiting to see Alison because you wanted time, and here I find you two hiding out on the porch." Alison grabbed Greg's arm pulling him into the house. She was putting up a front. It was clear in the tension behind her eyes.

"That's right." Greg did his best not to show the strain Alison's action was putting on his knee. Danny gave him a look, but he ignored it, walking into the house with Alison. She looked around the empty entryway and the empty family room. "Where is everyone." She looked at Danny.

"There in the dining room waiting for you." She raised her eyebrow.

"Why?" Danny lowered his voice but didn't get any closer to her.

"Erin thought it would be best." They rounded the corner finding the Reagan's sitting in their set seat looking over at them. Erin lifted her hand to her mouth at the sight of Alison.

"Aunt Al." Sean ran over to her, but Danny grabbed him, stopping him. Alison gently placed a hand on Danny's shoulder, giving the okay. Danny stepped back, and Sean hugged Alison being careful not to touch her arm in the sling. Alison wrapped her good arm around him closing her eyes.

"I'm home." She whispered out. The rest of the family slowly got to their feet. One by one, each of them hugging her. Nicky hugged her, and Alison held her a little longer. "I'm glad you're safe." She whispered in her ear. Greg and Danny stood in the family room, watching them.

"Where's your cane," Danny asked, keeping his voice low.

"At the apartment." Greg leaned against the back of the couch.

"Your cane doesn't make you weak. You don't have to be perfect around her. Look at her. I didn't expect her to be like this." Greg looked at him.

"Look at her, Danny. She's detached herself." Danny looked over at her, seeing the distant look.

"The nightmare is worse. She woke up last night screaming."

"I thought her voice seemed horse." Danny squeezed his shoulder. "Call if you ever need a break. Anytime, I don't want to hear from Mac that you crashed your car because you fell asleep." Greg looked over at Alison, who was forcing a smile. She was getting tired; he could feel it.

"But she doesn't get a break."

Greg walked into the apartment with Alison.

"It looks different," Alison said, looking at the exposed brick on the walls.

"Flack and Messer helped me. What do you think." She ran her hands over it.

"I like it." They slowly made their way through the house, Alison commenting on the small changes they had made. She reached the master bedroom. Greg was holding his breath. He didn't know how she would react. "My alarm woke me. He was rubbing my back. I thought it was you." Her voice was distant. "I tried the gun under the bed, but he had emptied it." She looked at the wall next to the door. "I tried to get away, but he knocked me out. I woke up in the room." Greg ground his teeth, the images flashing through his head.

"I'll make dinner if you want to get settled."

"Thank you."

Greg woke up with a start. He rubbed the back of his stiff neck. He looked at his phone, seeing that it was 1:30 am. He adjusted the chair in the corner of the master bedroom where he had been sleeping since Alison moved back. He glanced at the bed and stopped. It was empty. He shot to his feet, walking over to over to the bathroom. His leg stiff. He knocked on the door holding his breath.

"Ally, it's me. Can I come in?" There was no response. He slowly opened the door. Alison was huddled in the back corner. Her eyes staring into nothing, tears streaming down her cheeks. Greg didn't turn the light on, lowing himself to the ground.

"Alison, he's not here," he repeated as he got closer. Her body was shaking. "Hey, look at me." Her eyes slowly focused in on him.

"Greg." Her voice was strained. He smiled at her. "I…I...where am I." Greg took a deep breath.

"You're in our apartment." This had happened every night since she was freed. She nodded, whipping her eyes. Taking in slow even breaths.

"Our apartment" She breathed again. "Right…will I ever be able to sleep."

"You will you did before you can do it again." They sat in silence while Alison settled down. She slowly drifted to sleep on the soft carpet that he had gotten just for this.

Alison watched Greg sleeping in the chair next to the bed. She didn't remember him carrying her back to the bed. There was a melted ice pack on the ground where it had fallen off his knee. She hadn't seen him use any ice or his cane since she came back. Alison pushed up on her arm, wincing slightly. Most of the stitches had come out, but there were still a few that hadn't fully healed. Taking a deep breath, she slipped out of bed, pulling her University hoodie on. She grabbed the ice pack slipping out of the room. Heading into the kitchen, she started the coffee and stirred Greg's overnight porridge. She glanced at the calendar. Mac had given Greg all the time he needed, but at some point, he would have to go back to work. She had to be cleared for work before Mac would consider letting her back in the lab. Alison poured two cups of coffee. Grabbing a fresh ice pack, she heading back to the master bedroom. She stopped looking at the picture over the bed. It was of the New York skyline. Greg had replaced the one that the man had damaged. She shook her head, directing her attention to Greg, who was still sleeping. Alison slipped over, setting the cups on the table next to him. She gently placed her hand on his chest.

"Greg." He shot to his feet, only his knee buckled, and he crashed back into the chair.

"Ally, what's wrong." His eyes search the room. She held up her hands, backing away.

"Yeah, everything's fine. I brought you a cup of coffee." Alison pointed at the cups next to him. Rapping her arms tight around her body. Greg followed her gaze, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"I'm sorry, Ally…." He signed. "Thank you." She watched him subconsciously rubbing his knee.

"I also brought you a fresh one." She held up the ice pack. Greg pulled his hand back.

"I'm fine." Alison looked at him.

"Greg, please, I know you're not using your cane around me and only icing at night when I'm asleep." She looked at the bed. "You're tired. You haven't been sleeping since I got here." Greg wavers her off, and she stepped forward, sitting on the ottoman in front of him.

"You can't keep going like this." Alison took her cup of coffee, taking a sip. "I've missed this." Greg grabbed his sipping, then making a face.

"What did you do to this." She titled her head in confusion.

"This coffee is more water than coffee. How much coffee did you use." Alison shook her head as he put the ice pack on his knee. Propping up on the space next to her.

"I just turned it on like always." Greg closed his eyes, laughing.

"I didn't replace the grounds last night; I forgot." Alison smacked her forehead.

"I should have thought of that." He took another sip of the coffee.

"Why we've been married for four years and done the coffee the same way every single day of that. I'm not surprised this happened. You just went on autopilot." Alison blushed. It was true.

"I stirred breakfast." The look on Greg's face made her burst into laughter. It felt so good to laugh. "I only stirred it. I can't have ruined the thing." Greg downed his cup, pushing himself to his feet. Alison reached out to help him, but he didn't falter. He took her empty cup, heading toward the stairs. His limp was obvious, and Alison hurried over, taking the cups out of his hand so he could use the railing to get down.

"I don't want you to fall and reck your other knee." Greg rolled his eyes.

"Great, now I have nowhere to hide." Alison smiled. Greg grabbed his cane out of the closet before heading into the kitchen. Using it to walk over to the crockpot looking inside of it.

"I don't think that it's ruined." He gave her the crooked smiled that she loved, not like the man's crazy one. The thought crashed into her, and Alison sat down with a thud forcing a smile.

"I told you I just stirred it." He grabbed out bowls and toppings, getting it out for her. Greg balanced on his good leg leaning the cane up against the counter.

"Did you ever think about replacing your knee? I know we talked about it before I left." She asked, taking the bowl to food. Greg lowered himself into the chair next to him.

"The doctor doesn't think that it would do anything considering the damage. It's more just managing." Alison closed her eyes at the taste of the warm food. Taking a deep breath, she turned to him.

"I love you." Greg smiled at her.

"I love you too."

A/N:Back to episode chapters next week. Thanks for your patience