Alison walked into Mac's office. He was standing by his case board with locations marked with sting and pins.

"Hey, is something wrong." He looked up from his file.

"Wrong?" She walked over to him, crossing her arms.

"You walked out of the meeting this morning." He looked at her.

"Stella had it under hands, and I needed air." Alison scanned his face. He and been on a bust earlier this week where he had a close call. He looked down at the file in his hands. "Now, did you need something, Al." She held up her own file.

"It's the first of the month. I have the maintenance logs for the computers." He pointed over at his desk. Alison walked over and froze. Her eyes on the edge of his desk. "Mac."

"Yeah." She tentatively touched the empty space.

"Where's the open file stack."

"In my hand." Alison pulled her hand back like it had been burned.

"This is the last one that I need to close."

"What's the case."

"Kenny Hexton. He robbed a bodega leaving 2 dead." He handed a picture over to her. "That's him nine years ago. We could get tips, anonymous calls even sighting based on sketches. But whenever we thought we were close, he would vanish. Baltimore was the closed we ever got to him." Alison pointed at the picture of a woman.

"Who is she." Mac shook his head.

"That's Jackie Thompson Hexton's girlfriend back then. She wouldn't give him up. She still lives in queens." He took a deep breath. "I pay her a visit every now and then. In return, she leaves me a voice mail telling me off." Alison looked over the map.

"I could pull this up on a computer for you."

"Old case old habits." Alison nodded handed back over the picture.

"Let me ah know if you need any help."

Greg stood by the elevator, waiting for the door to open. Sid was bringing up the autopsy report for one of Danny's cases, and Greg was going to look it over. The doors opened, and Greg deflated at the sight of Flack holding a box of evidence.

"Wow, don't look so happy to see me," Flask said, walking over to him.

"Sorry, I'm just waiting for Sid." Flack nodded his understanding.

"Flack!" Alison called out, walking over to them. "Is that the evidence for Mac?" Flack looked at his box.

"Yeah, you know about this." Greg looked between the two of them; clearly, he was missing something.

"I didn't know Mac had a case this week." Alison took the box.

"He doesn't. He's trying to close one of his open cases." She explained. Flack shifted slightly.

"Do you think this has anything to do with the close call he had?" Flack lowered his voice. "You know, trying to take care of things."

"It's possible, Ally. Do you know who's working the case with him?" She lifted the box.

"I am." Greg and Flack shared a look. Alison rolled her eyes at them. "I know what it's like to have a file on his desk. I want someone else to get the closure that I did." The Elevator door opened, and Sid walked off.

"Oh, is this a nice welcoming comity?" He said, handing over the report to Greg.

"I better get going; call me Al if you need any help," Flack said, waving his goodbye. Greg watched as Alison walked back toward Mac's office.

"… It's the dead body thing." Greg turned, looking at Sid. Trying to figure out what the start of the sentence was. "You know them leaving right as I arrive." He held up his hands. "I don't take it personally." Greg smiled.

"No, Flack is at the courthouse, and Alison is working another case." He turned his attention to the file.

"Any good news in here."

"I'm afraid not Detective Reagan was right to be suspicions. I didn't find any water in her lungs." Greg quickly opened the file finding the report.

"So she was dead before she hit the water."

"I'm afraid so. Let me know if you have any questions." Greg nodded.

"Thanks. I'll let Danny know."

Alison walked into Mac's office.

"I got something off of the evidence Flack brought in." Mac looked up for his old reports.

"I don't understand. We prosses everything already." Alison handed over the bag of evidence.

"I got a Minor donor on this in addition to Hexton's blood." Mac wrinkled his forehead.

"How did we miss this before."

"Every machine is different; this one happened to pick it up. These were probably from epithelial left behind after just touching it." Mac set it down.

"I know it's exciting, Al, but any customer in the store could have picked it up." Alison opened up her file handing it over.

"I don't think so. We got a hit on the DNA from the epithelial." Mac took it, looking at the picture of the small girl.

"Olivia Dalton." He said, reading the name.

"He mother reported her missing the morning after the homicides."

"You think she was there."

"I think that's why they used the car door and not the one closer." Alison leaned forward, tapping the picture. "Mac, I think she was in that bodega that night."

Greg walked over to Danny's desk, handing over the report.

"Please tell me you found something." Greg smiled.

"We got a print and DNA. More than enough to get your warrant." Danny shot to his feet, thumbing through the report.

"So it was the sister." Greg shrugged his shoulder.

"That's what the report says." Danny grabbed his coat and started walking toward the door. Greg turned, walking with him.

"Did Jack get his applications all filled out?" Danny let out a deep breath.

"There are a few that he still needs to write an essay for. But he finished his top 3 applications last weekend and should get the others this weekend if he knows what's good for him." Greg shook his head.

"Ethan isn't that old, and I already can't imagine sending him off to college." Danny patted his shoulder.

"Don't worry, the older they get, the harder it is. Though somewhere in high school, you start remembering what it was like to have time to yourself, and then it's not so bad."

"It's already hard getting time in for writing I can't imagine what it will be like when he gets older. My publisher is already on my back about this book." Danny opened his mouth and then closed it. "What."

"I shouldn't say anything." Greg stopped looking at his brother-in-law.

"if it has you hesitating, then you most defiantly should."

"It's just I know that you're writing this story for the family's I just don't know if Alison should read it."

"I haven't asked her to read it." Greg crossed his arms. "IIf she chooses to that great, I love it when my wife reads my stuff, but I'm not going to force her to." Danny held up his hands.

"I know that you don't think that you're forcing Alison to read it."

"But."

"Everyone in the department is talking to Alison about the book, and they have since you started mentioning it. You might not be asking her to read the book, but everyone else is bringing it up to her every time she's on shift. You can't tell me you haven't seen it." Greg shook his head.

"She never mentioned anything."

"Alison doesn't mention anything. It took Joe a year to realize that his cologne was the same as the one He had on the night she was taken. Alison doesn't talk about if she thinks it will hurt some."

"Thanks, Danny. I'll talk to her."

"No problem."

Mac walked over to Alison, who was standing by one of the lab computers.

"This better be good I got Kenny Hexton in an interrogation room downstairs. Trying to get information on Olivia." Alison pointed at the screen.

"His Old girlfriend gave me this postcard when I told her about the girl. Unfortunately, she put it in her window, so the sun faded all the ink. However, I was able to use one of your cameras and editing software to pull the test." Mac leaned over the table, looking at the screen.

"There's nothing to indicate that the girl was still with them. Or where they were headed." He said in frustration. "This writing style, though, is very unique." He pointed at the screen. "Look at the I's. They have an exaggerated slant alternating capital and lowercase letters between words.

Someone may be able to recognize it." Alison leaned against the table.

"I ran it through our database, but there was no hit on it."

"What if we put it on a billboard like a missing person's face." Alison nodded.

"I can get it to the media, but what range do you want on it." Mac headed to the door.

"All over the country. That girl has waited 9 years. I won't let her wait any longer."

Greg rolled over in the bed and froze. Alison was gone. He shot up his heart, jumping to his throat. The bathroom was empty. A quick glance at the baby monitor told him that she wasn't in with Ethan. Grabbing his gun head headed downstairs. Pulling his phone out, he got ready to call Danny. He stopped when he noticed the door to his office was closed, and there was light leaking through the crack. He opened the door and relaxed. Alison sat wrapped in a blanket, flipping through a note on the book. She looked up, smiling, taking her glasses off.

"I came home from work and found the strangest thing in the trash." She lifted the stack of papers.

"I was going to tell you in the morning."

"Tell me what? That your editor's notes are trash or that you decided not to write the book." Greg walked over, sitting across from her.

"I thought you liked my editor."

"I normally do, but they're wrong about this book." Greg tensed; looking at the stack, he could tell that she was about a third of the way through it.

"I'm not writing the book anymore. I'm calling the publisher in the morning." Alison, who had stuck one of her glasses temple in her mouth, pulled it.

"Why."

"Because I should have talked to you more about it. I should have thought about how my writing this book would affect you. When Jamie first brought up that you had an issue with the book, I should have talked to you." He hit the arm of his chair with his clenched fist. "I'm sorry."

"Do you know why I started reading this," Alison asked.

"Because you felt you had to." Alison rolled her eyes.

"No, it because today I saw Mac close the last case on his desk." She looked out in her memories. We found a missing girl who lives with her kidnapper for 9 years. To her, she just watched her father die in front of her. Her mother, who has been looking for her, is a total stranger. No one will ever understand what that feels like. Everyone saw the handwriting, but no one will remember what she went through. How strong she is." She gently laid her hand on his book. "I understand these girls like I understand that girl." Alison took a deep breath. "And you understand their families. You are writing this book for the family. So write the book for the families." Greg rubbed his hand over his face.

"That's what I'm trying to do, but it feels empty." Alison leaned forward.

"You divide each section of this book based on the victims. I think that you should ask the family to write a section in front of their section." Greg tilted his head.

"What made you think of this."

"I don't like the idea of someone writing about what I went through, but this showed me that someone will do most likely do it. This is what I would want. I would want my family to be able to have a say."

"I don't need to write this book, you know that."

"But they need you to." Alison got up, walking over, and sitting in his lap. "What brought you down here." Greg wrapped his arms around her.

"I woke up, and you weren't in bed." Alison rested her head on his chest.

"I'm surprised you didn't call Danny."

"I almost did, but I saw the light." Alison closed her eyes.

"He's been dead two years." Greg looked around the office, remembering when it was coved in notes.

"Doesn't mean I'm going to stop looking for you in the mild of the night." Alison smiled, kissing him.

"And I'll do the same."