"What do you got" Danny called out to Greg. He looked up from his camera, spotting Danny and Baez heading over to him.
"A floater." Danny didn't have to say anything. His disappointment was evident.
"You know one day I'd like to make to this pear and not look at a body." Greg led then in the direction of the body.
"Then you should go fishing with Frank more."
"What can you tell us about the body," Baez asked as they neared the scene.
"This floater's headless."
"Who found it," Danny asked. Greg pointed over at one of the squad cars.
"Some Rookie out of 23d. He was on foot post, and he spotted it near the rock." Danny looked up and down the shore.
"Has the head washed up yet?"
"Fraid not." Greg stopped as one of the levels one CSI's ran up to him with a clipboard.
"Any visible wounds or bullet holes?" Baez asked while he filled out the report.
"Apart from the head missing no. But the ME isn't here yet, so we haven't been cleared to touch the body yet."
"It's gonna be a pain determining the cause of death." Greg looked up from his clipboard.
"I thought they told you." Danny and Baez looked over at the body.
"Told us what," Danny asked, walking over to the body.
"Vic's got a Black Hand Tattoo," Greg said, pointing at the right hand.
"Mexican Mafia," Baez said.
"Well, this is going to be real fun."
"As fun as Sunday dinner." Danny laughed at that.
"To be fair, that was Jamie's doing and not mine." Baez glanced between them.
"You can't tell me that it wasn't an issue when you and Al got engaged." Danny bent down next to the body to get a better look at the tattoo.
"You can't compare the two. We all knew Sanders was going to marry Al. With Jamie, we knew he like Eddie, but since they were partners, we just didn't think they would do anything." Greg handed the clipboard back over.
"Wait, you knew." Danny stood up smiling.
"You forget that one of the first things you ever said to me was Alison was hot."
Alison walked into Erin's office with Ethen on her hip.
"I thought you were getting a new office," Alison said, wincing as she put Ethen down. He plopped down, playing with his car.
"And I thought you weren't supposed to hold Ethen on that side." Alison rolled her eyes.
"You know I came by to have a nice talk with my sister, and all I get is scolding."
"Well, I made lunch plans with mine, and I'm getting interrogated. So, I guess we both are disappointed." Alison smiled, sitting on the floor with Ethen.
"My car needed an oil changed, so I had Greg's car. Unfortunately, I forgot the stroller in the back of my car." Alison tapped the hat on Ethen's head. "He's getting better at walking but not enough to hoof it your office." Erin grabbed her coat.
"But that doesn't explain why you were holding him on that side, doesn't it press on your scars."
"Because I'm right-handed, and it feels weird grabbing the door with my left hand." Erin rolled her eyes as Alison stood up, picking Ethen back up placing him on her left hip. She again winced slightly at the pressure it put on her scars. "So why didn't you take the office." Erin looked around the room.
"I've been in this office for over 10 years. I couldn't really imagine working anywhere else."
"If I didn't know any better, I would think I was talking to Jamie." Erin grabbed the door for her.
"What's that suppose to me."
"It means you're not the sentimental type."
"Look, who's talking you doing even have a baby book." Alison rolled her eyes.
"To be fair, a lot was going on at the time." Erin shook her head.
"Do you miss her?" Alison tilted her head.
"Every day."
Danny shoved the door into Greg's office open. Greg held up a finger leaning over at his phone.
"Hey Sid, I'm gonna have to call you back. I have a visitor." He hung the phone up. "What's up." Danny reached into his pocket, pulling out a photo. He handed it over to Greg. Taking it, Greg looked at the face.
"This is the guy that held Hawkes and me on the day Ethen was born," Greg mentioned the one good thing that happened that day. Avoiding the fact that Linda also died that day.
"Why do you have his picture? I thought he the DEA tracked him back to Mexico." Danny put his hands on his hips.
"He's the man who killed our floater and burned my house down." Greg leaned back in the chair.
"Are you sure?"
"Baez is dating a DEA officer, and he told her." Greg let out a slow breath.
"That man kept me from my son's birth." Danny leaned over his desk, pointing at the picture.
"Will you help me find him." Greg reached over, picking up his phone.
"Hey, Mac… I'm going to be out of the Lab… I'm helping Danny with a case." He hung the phone up, getting up. "Let's get this guy."
Alison walked into her dad's office.
"I can't talk now, Al. I'm on my way out." Alison held up her hands.
"I know, but Barker called me." Frank glanced at Baker, who was standing at the doorway.
"Oh." He pointed at the chair in front of his desk. "In that case, have a seat." Alison smiled over at Baker before sitting in the chair. "I take it Baker told you about the order about not allowing married cops to ride together." Alison shook her head.
"No, she merely thought I could give a personal perspective on it being married to a cop." He pointed at the door.
"So is Baker." Alison healed up her hands.
"But I work directly with my husband."
"But you and Greg don't ride together," Frank said, leaning back in his chair.
"No, but we work scenes together and have been in some hairy situation on the job together. So have Messer and Lindsay."
"So you think it's a bad idea to have me write this order." Alison shook her head.
"I don't think anything. But I don't know how it would look if you singled Jamie out like that."
"You think it would be singling out if I sent the order down." Alison crossed her arms.
"Well, considering he told you on Sunday and." She looked at her phone. "Today is Wednesday. I would think it was subspinous timing."
"Not doing anything would also be turning a blind eye." Frank pointed out, and Alison nodded her agreement.
"True." She grabbed her bag getting up, and heading toward the door.
"Where are you going." Alison looked at her watch.
"I have to get to work. I just thought I would pop in so you could talk to someone." Frank smiled, shaking his head.
"Thanks, Al."
"See you Sunday, Dad."
"Have a safe Shift."
Greg walked up to Danny.
"So this is the last location of Delgado." He asked as they headed toward the door.
"Yeah." He reached out, opening the door. "Mr. Delgado." He called out as he entered the apartment with his gun drawn. Greg glanced around before following, pulling his own gun.
"Were you able to get a warrant?" Danny scanned the first room before heading further into the apartment.
"Door was open. He might be hurt." The hair on the back of Greg's neck shot up.
"You didn't get one did you." Danny ignored his question heading into the kitchen. "It's clear. Come on, Take a look around." He pointed at the stairs leading to the lower floor. Greg took a deep breath before heading down the stairs. He was about halfway down when someone grabbed his foot on his good leg. His bad knee buckled, and he fell down the stair slamming against the wall. Delgado ran over to him from under the stairs.
"Police don't move." Danny called out, running down the stairs, gun pointed at Delgado. Greg pointed his own gun at Delgado, ignoring the pain shooting up his leg. "Don't move, or I'll blow your brains all over that wall." Greg shifted back, leaning against the wall. "Get your hands up," Danny called out, pressing him up against the wall. "You okay." He glanced back at Greg.
"Yeah." He pressed his back against the wall, using it to help him get to his feet. He fought the urge to shut his eyes against the pain. Being careful not to put wait on his knee.
"You can't arrest me." Delgado said, his voice calm. "I haven't broken any laws."
"Yeah, you did. You assaulted a police officer." Danny said as he tightened the handcuffs.
"You didn't even identify yourselves as cops."
"I'm Detective Daniel Reagan." He spun him around, so he was looking them in the face. "And that's Detective Sanders. Ring a bell."
Alison and Erin walked down the hallway of the precinct.
"I can't believe that they did this," Erin said through gritted teeth. Alison shook her head.
"I'm surprised that he's still breathing." Erin stopped looking at her.
"You support this." Alison stared up at her.
"No, but that man forced me to go through childbirth without my husband. So, I can't say that I'm completely neutral in this situation."
"Then you shouldn't be here." Alison lifted the set of crutches she was holding up.
"I'm not here for him," Alison said, brushing past Erin. She spotted Greg sitting in Danny's chair, his leg propped up. It was wrapped and had ice around it. Meanwhile, Danny and Baez were going at it into one of the side rooms. Alison stormed up to Greg. She was going to give him a piece of her mind. She panicked when Baez called her, telling her what he and Danny had gotten into. He glanced over at her. Hearing her walk over. The look on his face killed every argument she had practice on the way over. She slowed, the grip on the crutches loosening.
"Hey." She said, her voice calm and even. He didn't respond. She could see he was clenching his jaw. "Baez said you had tripped."
"Just down some stairs." Alison bent down, so she was looking up at him.
"You should be at the hospital." He waved her off.
"I'm fine." She titled her head.
"You don't look fine. Did you take any of your pain meds?"
He shook his head.
"I don't have any on me." Alison nodded.
"I could have brought you some." He gave her a long look.
"No, you couldn't, but thanks." He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath.
"I just need the swelling to go down." Alison reached out, taking his hand. She could feel him resisting the urge to squeeze her hand. "Is Erin here." Alison glanced over at the room where Danny and Baez had been arguing. From the looks of it, Erin had joined Baez's side.
"Yeah, she's talking to Danny." Greg nodded, still not opening his eyes. "Do you want to tell me why you didn't get a warrant?" Greg cracked one eye open. Alison smiled. "I ran into Erin on my way in." He shut his eye.
"I didn't know we didn't have a warrant until we got there, and then I couldn't leave Danny in that house alone."
"And doing that threw out all the evidence in that house and your own testimony against him holding you hostage." Greg shook his head.
"Hawkes and I already had our testimony thrown out. Danny tried to use it when he went for the warrant." Alison shook her head. Erin walked out of the office with Danny close behind.
"It's your word against his. Now, if you wanted to interrogate him about a murder, you should have videotaped it like you're supposed to." Alison opened her mouth at Erin's comment.
"Delgado admitted to Danny that he burned down his house. Only Danny was the only one in the room." Greg explained. Danny held up his hands.
"Oh, I'm sorry someone was in the box, and Greg was getting his knee ice. So, I had to talk to him in the boss's office." Erin held up her hands.
"Fine, I can't do anything without a confession." Danny took a deep breath.
"He did confess. He told me he burned down my house."
"Prove it."
"I don't have to prove it, he admitted it." Erin shook her head.
"I can't go to the jury and ask them to take your word for it. I will not be able to find 12 people in New York City who will take a cop's word over a man who had no record. Now cut him loose." Erin said before walking away. Alison stood up.
"I'm sorry, Danny." He looked at her and then at Greg.
"Well, so am I."
Greg sat next to Alison at the dinner table. His leg was propped up on a chair next to him with ice resting on it. It was another tense dinner. Eddie was sitting next to Jamie, this being her second meal with the family. She was still very nervous.
"So, do you cook?" Jack asked Eddie, trying to ease her nerves.
"Uh yeah, but not like this. This is amazing."
"Yeah, it usually is." Sean said, glancing over at Alison.
"Hey, you have to give me some credit. I'm much better at cooking." Alison said.
"That's because Greg does most of it on your Sundays." Danny shot back." Alison looked at Greg, who held up his hands.
"I have never been sent to the hospital because of your cooking." He smiled at her.
"That's because you never gave her a chance," Jamie said. Eddie shifted slightly.
"It Really looks great, Erin." She tried to shift the topic. "I love mashed potatoes." Erin smiled at her.
"Thanks. It's my mom's recipe." She replied. Greg leaned over to Alison.
"Why don't we have any of those." Alison looked up at him.
"Because I sent my mom to the hospital the one time, she tried to teach me." He rolled his eyes. She was a good cook. He had helped teach her. But the family had so much fun making fun of her cooking that they all just ignored her progress, including Alison.
"Do you have any actual proof," Danny asked Erin. "That mom actually made these potatoes. You know, evidence." There is was. The attempt not to talk about business in front of Eddie went right out the window with that question.
"What," Erin asked. Trying to ignore him.
"I'm just saying."
"Danny." Frank catching on, also tried to stop him.
"Well, Dad, should we just take Erin's word for it, based on uh, I don't know a hunch."
"My word on mashed potatoes doesn't need to hold up in court." Erin shot back.
"Whatever." Danny dismissed her.
"Well," Jamie butted in.
"From where I sit at this table, you can be accused of breaking rules that don't even exist." Frank dropped his hand down on the table with a thud.
"If you're talking about that, I think you're talking about a rule that can exist without being in a book."
"But breaking an unwritten rule is pretty hard to prosecute, now." Nicky chimed in.
"Legally, yes." Erin agreed.
"But not Practically." Frank corrected.
"Alright, let's everybody just take a step back," Henry said, holding up his hands.
"Maybe you want to chime in too pop about whether Eddie and I should ride together, about breaking rules that don't exist," Jamie asked Henry.
"Jamie, I happen to agree with your father. Mixing romance and police work is never a good idea." Greg's and Alison's eyes drifted over to the baby monitor that sat on the edge of the table. Ethen was still sound asleep with his police hat on.
"Romance, seriously." Jamie shook his head. "Eddie, am I romancing you at work." Eddie opened her mouth, glanced around the table then closed it. "Because as far as I could tell, all we're doing is our jobs which Is what we've always done."
"Alright, quit being so sensitive. Gramps is just saying'. I mean, if I hadn't been at Al and Greg's wedding, I wouldn't know they were together at work." Danny called out.
"I don't know if I should be insulted," Greg said under his breath.
"Who's calling who sensitive?" Erin asked, seeing her opportunity.
"Oh, so now I'm sensitive. Why? Because I want to see, justice done?"
"Oh, and I don't." Danny's phone started to buzz.
"No, you don't." Danny pulled his phone out.
"Not at the table." Frank said.
"Not my choice. It's the victim's girlfriend." Danny said, walking into the kitchen.
"So, Greg, how long are you down a leg," Henry asked. Alison leaned forward in her chair.
"Oh, the Doctor said he would be lucky he got back to his cane in a month." Greg rolled his eyes.
"He did not say that he said that It would take a while. Since I landed on it a few times going down the stairs."
"I'm sorry, we can't charge him for that," Erin said. Greg waved his fork.
"Don't worry about it. I knew that we weren't going to get anything walking into that apartment. I just didn't want Danny going in alone." Greg explained.
"Thank you for that, and I'm sorry that he put you in that position," Frank said.
"Why don't you get your knee replaced or something," Eddie asked, causing Alison and Greg to laugh.
"To make a long story short. It's not an option." Jamie said to her. Danny stormed back into the dining room.
"You should have charged Delgado when you got the chance." He said, grabbing his coat. Greg moved to get up, but Alison and Henry stopped him.
"I'll go." She spoke.
"I didn't have a choice." Erin called after them. Greg looked over at Jack and Sean.
"I'll give you guys a ride home." He said with a smile.
"Do you worry about her?" Jack asked. Greg smiled, looking over at Ethen on the monitor.
"Yes, but I know she's doing her job just like I would."
Alison stood next to Danny, waiting for Delgado to pull up for the drug exchange. Delgado had gotten away with killing the girlfriend, but Erin got them a warrant for the text messages. Alison was able to get the location and time of the next meet-up. They might not be able to get him for murder, but they could get him for drugs.
"Black Escalade just pulled in," Danny said into the radio. Alison nodded, pulling her gun as the car came to a stop. "Two males in front." Another car pulled up. "Silver Tahoe just pulled in." Alison nodded toward one of the men getting out of the black car.
"Danny, it's him."
"That's Delgado." He confirmed into the radio. They started pulling things from the back of the black car.
"Move on, my command." Alison took a slow, steady breath. Delgado handed the man from the sliver car a black backpack and took a briefcase. The minute the exchange was finished, Danny gave the order. He and Alison came out of their hiding spot, followed by the SWAT team.
"Police on the ground with your hands in the air," Alison called out as she neared one of the men. He looked around but found that they were surrounded by cops. They all slowly dropped to the ground, and the team started huffing the men. Danny and Alison moved over to Delgado, who was looking at them.
"Gotcha, Kitty-cat." Danny said to him.
"That's what you think." Delgado said with a smile.
"That's what I know." Danny said, holstering his gun as soon as Delgado was cuffed.
"No," Delgado shook his head. "You don't have that kind of luck." Danny looked over at Alison.
"How's that."
"First, your house burned up, then her chopper goes down? Her husband misses his son's birth." Delgado clicked his tongue. "That's some pretty bad mojo you're carrying around." Danny nodded his head.
"Get him on his feet." The officer did what he was told.
"Turn him around. Al, hand me your keys." Alison hesitated a moment but passed her keys over. He used them to unlock Delgado's cuffs. "Thank you for your co-operation we couldn't have done it without you. You're free to go." Alison's blood went cold at his words.
"What are you talking about," Delgado asked, seemingly just as confused as the rest of the officers there.
"We're done here. See you later." Danny smiled at him. Delgado slowly walked away. Danny turned, heading back to his car.
"Hey, you know what you're doing," Alison asked, following behind him.
"What the saying about snitches." Alison smiled over at him.
"They get stitches." Danny nodded his head.
"That's what I'm hoping."
Danny walked over to Greg, who was at the same pear where they had found the floater last week.
"How's it going." Baez pointed at his knee. Greg held up his camera.
"As long as I can do my job, I'll be alright." Danny pointed over at the body.
"Another headless floater." Greg nodded his head.
"Looks like that. Sid is sending over one of his ME's. They should be here in few minutes. Hopefully, they will have an easier time ID than they did the last time." Danny nodded, looking at the body.
"I have a feeling this is Delgado." Greg nodded his head.
"We'll have to see what the evidence holds."
A/N:Well Blue Bloods got renewed for another season. So it looks like we get to spend a little more time with Alison and Greg.