Greg walked up to the crime scene where Mac was working. He waved at Hawkes as he passed him.

"You wanted me to stop by." He called out to Mac, being sure not to get in the way of the team's work." Mac stood up, walking over to him.

"What can you tell me about Macy Martinez's death? You worked the case." Greg looked around the scene.

"Uh, she was dumped in the park. Two deep puncture wounds stranged with the left hand. Why do you ask." Mac pointed over his should.

"Because that dead woman appears to be his next victim." Greg's eyes shot over to the dead body.

"What do you need me to do." Mac looked at his watch.

"I have to go. Can you oversee this scene for me? I know that you were on your way home, but I'm needed in court. This is taking longer than I had planned." Greg let out a deep breath. He was supposed to meet with his editor about his book today. But there weren't any other level 3's at the scene.

"Sure thing, I just need to make a phone call." Greg walked back over to his car, pulling out his phone.

"Hello." Alison's groggy voice greeted him.

"Hey, sorry to wake you, but I won't be able to make the meeting today with Jo."

"What time is it." She asked. Greg looked at his watch.

"12." She let out a groan.

"Greg, I have night shift."

"I know, I know, and I'm sorry, but could you just drop by the office and pick up the notes for me." there was a long pause, and Greg was afraid that she had fallen back to sleep.

"Fine, what time was the meeting." Greg bit his lower lip.

"12:30."

"Greg!" He pulled the phone away from his ear.

"I'm sorry Mac didn't give me any warning."

"You could have said no." He could hear her getting out of bed.

"Nicky Greg needs me to run to pick up some notes from his editor. What time does your class start."

"I'll be home right when this scene is cleared," Greg added as Alison talked to Nicky. She had come over to help watch Ethan while Alison slept, and He was at work.

"3:30, but I'll have to leave at 2:30." Greg could hear Nicky's voice over to phone.

"That's fine," Alison said. "Greg or I should be back before then." Greg looked over at Mac, who was staring at him.

"Ally, I have to go." She seemed to remember that she was on the phone with him.

"Oh right, don't worry about it. I'll get the notes. Talk to you later." She hung the phone up, and Greg grabbed his bag, walking back over to Mac.

"All good," Mac asked, handing over the scene log. Greg took it, looking it over before signing it.

"Yeah, I just had to let Ally know that I was going to be late." Mac eyes him. Greg shifted slightly.

"Thanks, Sanders." He said before walking away. Hawkes walked over to him.

"What was that look." Greg shrugged his shoulders.

"I've been married to Alison for almost 6 years, and sometimes it feels like Mac still doesn't approve of me." Hawkes laughed.

"Maybe it the book." Greg stopped looking over at him.

"What about the book." Hawkes glanced around them.

"You know."

"Know what." Hawkes smile vanished.

"Never mind." Greg grabbed his arm, stopping him from walking away.

"No, what about the book." Hawkes took a deep breath.

"Not everyone is interested in you writing a book about a serial killer, and that's all I'll say." Greg let go of his watching him walk away. What was that about? Alison was waiting to read the book when it was finished, but they had agreed to do that.

Alison walked back into the apartment with a box of papers. Nicky was sitting on the couch typing on her computer. She looked up at the sound of Alison walking in and signaled for her to be quiet.

"Ethan just went down." Alison nodded, setting the box on the coffee table curing up in the chair next to the couch. She smiled at the sight of Ethan asleep in his crib on the baby monitor. She let out a slow breath shutting her eyes for a moment. "You could go back to bed. I don't have to leave yet." Alison smiled, keeping her eyes closed.

"No, I couldn't fall back to sleep."

"Did you get the notes?" Alison cracked an eye open.

"That's what's in the box."

"Why so many notes? I thought he was almost done with the book." Alison closed her eyes, snuggling further into the chair, willing her mind to fall asleep.

"Yeah, a final draft goes to the publisher in 2 months."

"Then why the box. Don't you think it's good?"

"I don't know."

"What." Alison felt Nicky straighten at the words. "I thought you read everything he writes."

"Normally yes."

"But not this book."

"Not this book." Alison didn't hear her typing on her computer but was quiet for a while. Alison thought she had dropped the conversation when she heard Nicky take a deep breath.

"Is it because it a serial killer." Alison again craked her left eye open.

"What makes you ask that question." Nicky looked down at her hands.

"You normally read his works. Only two things have changed since his last book. One is that Ethan was born. I don't think that would change you reading the book."

"Oh, really, why not." Nicky clasped her fingers in front of her forming an idea.

"Because this book doesn't have anything to do with children. No, I think it's because this book is about a serial killer."

"Why would that be an issue." Alison did her best to sound dismissive.

"Because when you read that book, you don't see his victims. You see yourself." Nicky's words shot through her like a bolt of lightning. She opened her mouth to say something, but nothing came out. "I get it." Nicky trained off her own encounter with a serial killer likely coming to mind. Greg had told Alison about it, but t had happened while Alison was missing. Opening both her eyes, Alison looked at her Niece. She was staring off into memory.

"He only had me for 4 hours and only took me to get to Danny. He was never really after me. It ended when Uncle Greg shot him. I still have nightmares. I never understood what it was like for you to come back. I didn't understand why we couldn't run up and hug you like we always had. I didn't understand. I thought that when you were found, everything would go back to normal. But now…now I know you a little better." Nicky's phone went off. "Oh shoot, I have to go. My Professor is apparently doing a pop quiz today." Alison waved her off.

"It's fine, thanks for watching, Ethan" Nicky's eyes once again landed on the box.

"I think that you should talk to him." Alison's eyes snapped up at that.

"Thank you, Nicky." She said again, only this time it was to shut down the conversation. Nicky hesitated for a moment before walking out of the apartment. Alison waited for a heartbeat before hurrying over and Locking the door. Resting her head on the cold wood, she closed her eyes. She was going to be fine. She and Greg were going to be fine.

Greg walked out of his office, flipping through the latest report.

"Sanders," Messer called out. Greg glanced back, slowing his pace at the sight of Messer and Hawkes making their way down the hall. Messer sporting his newly acquired Cane.

"What's up." The three of them slowly made their way down the hallway.

"So, our Vic's name is Patricia Kelly." Messer started. "She was a senior at F.I.T. She texted her roommate from the Countess Club around 11:00, the night before last, and said that she met a great guy and wouldn't be coming home."

"Yeah, and the roommate started to get worried when she couldn't get ahold of Patricia all day yesterday." Hawkes continued. "In fact, she went to the precinct this morning." The three of them stopped. Greg mulled the information around in his head, trying to tie up all the pieces.

"What about the purple trace underneath Patricia's fingernails?" Hawkes handed over a report.

"It's a very rare and expensive paint made from dye extracted from sea snails. Apparently, an ounce of that is currently worth more than a pound of gold." Greg raised his eyebrows. "Well, it's not used in any contemporary artwork, so we're talking museum pieces and fine art collections." Greg shook his head.

"There's no way any museum security guard is letting her get that close to one of their paintings. She must have had access to someone's private art collection." Messer nodded.

"Right, that would definitely narrow it down a bit." Hawks handed over another report.

"This is a list of all the prominent art collectors in Manhattan. It's not perfect, but it's a start." Greg smiled.

"Great, we can compare it to the list that Adam got me of people that own the shoe that matched the print at the scene."

Alison walked into the lab where Lindsay was working.

"How's it going on the evidence." Lindsay straightened, stretching her back.

"Hey, swapping out with Greg."

"Yeah, I read over the reports that he left but wanted to hear what you have." Lindsay took a deep breath turning back to the worktable.

"There's plenty here to prove that Patricia Kelly was killed in the apartment that we searched earlier. It had been cleaned up, but I found trace of her blood in the carpet fibers and also the ceiling." Alison leaned over the table, spotting a picture of another dead woman.

"Macy Martinez?" She asked.

"Yeah, there's evidence that connects her to Matin's apartment." Lindsay handed over an evidence tray so Alison could get a better look. "This sample is from gravitational blood drops that I found on the bed frame. They looked like they had been there for a while. DNA was a match to Macy Martinez. She was killed in that apartment, too."

"Looks like this Charles Martin is building quite the violent resume for himself. Did you tell Stella?"

"Yeah, she and Mac are still held up with this court case, and this might be worse than we think." Lindsay walked further down the table.

"There's evidence that there's another woman there other than Patricia and Macy." Lindsay handed over another evidence tray. Alison's stomach dropped at the sight of the blond hair. "That was found in the soda. Unfortunately, the DNA isn't in the system."

"Maybe she's still alive." Alison could hear the doubt in her own voice.

"Or maybe we just haven't found her body."

Alison walked up to Flask as the crowd started to build.

"Hey, he showed up about an hour ago." Alison looked up at the top of the building where a man was standing. It was their number one suspect.

"Any sight of Christina." She asked, glancing around them for the woman that was still missing.

"No, but I'm hoping this guy can help us out before he jumps." Alison tilted her head.

"The only reason he's up there is because he was chased up there. He has nowhere else to go. He's not going to jump." She walked toward the building, making her way up to the roof. The man turned at the sound of her stepping onto the roof.

"Get back." He called out as he grabbed onto the ladder next to him, easing over the edge next to him.

"Relax. I'm not going to try and get you down from here." She said. "I figure if you're determined to end your life, you're gonna do it no matter what I have to say. I just want to know if you can tell me where Christina Marino is." He looked at her.

"You think I'm stupid? You didn't climb out on this ledge to ask me about Christina." Alison met his gaze.

"Oh, I'm here for Macy and Patricia too, but we both know where they are. It's Christina I'm worried about now." His breathing picked up.

"I don't have a lot of options, Detective. Either I Jump, or I spend the rest of my life in prison."

"Come on." She said again. He glanced at the officer that was on the roof then back at her. She nodded toward the door, and he reluctantly walked over to where the officers were waiting to arrest him. Flack walked up to her.

"You alright." She smiled, holding out her shaky hands.

"Yeah, do me a favor. Don't tell Greg." Flack pointed down at the street where the news crews were.

"I think it might be too late for that."

Greg sat at the counter with the box of notes next to him. There was no way he would be able to get through these before he had to go back to work. He glanced at the monitor. Ethan was asleep, his police baseball hat pulled down around his ears. Greg took another sip of his coffee, wincing slightly as the hot liquid burned his throat. The front door opened, and he smiled at Alison as she walked into the kitchen. She held up her hands.

"You can save the lecture. I already got an ear full from Mac." Greg laughed.

"I can't get mad at you when I would have done the same thing." Alison smiled. Walking over, she wrapped her arm around his waist, kissing him.

"I see you found the box."

"Did you read any of the notes?" He felt Alison stiffen then walk over to the coffee maker.

"No, I didn't get a chance to." She poured herself a cup, not turning around.

"Well, you can look at them sometime this weekend. I'd love to get your opinion on it." She didn't turn back around though she was finished pouring her cup.

"Did Hawkes tell you how the case ended?" She asked, changing the subject.

"Yeah, the last missing girl was killed by her husband." Alison grabbed her book.

"He bumped her body in the lake. Our serial kill was apparently just a friend of hers." Greg shook his head.

"Crazy world. Hey, you going to stay down here and keep me company." He patted the stool next to him. Alison's eyes jumped in between the stool and box in the middle of the island.

"It was a long shift. I think I'm going to go upstairs and read for a little while then go to be."

"With a cup of coffee." Alison locked eyes with him.

"Yes."

"Sleep well." He said.

"I will." With that, she walks over to the stairs leading up to their room. Greg shook his head, slamming his fist on the counter. That was not how that conversation played out in his head. Alison hated conflict, and he didn't want to trigger anything by stating an argument. Something was bothering her. It was clear to everyone. The only problem was that she refused to deal with it. One thing was clear to him. Everything was definitely not fine.