Greg and Alison walked down the street toward the park.

"You know you don't have to come to this." She said around a mouthful of popcorn.

"If you forgot, you didn't invite me Henry did, and if I ever want to eat his amazing roast again, I need to keep him happy," Greg said.

"When did you become my Grandfather's best friend." Greg shrugged his shoulder.

"Since I signed that book for him," Greg said, taking some of her popcorn.

"Hey, that's mine." She pushed him. He leaned over.

"I bought it, so it should be mine." He stopped in front of her.

"Position is nine tenth the law." She smiled, pulling it close and started to run down the street. Greg rolled his eyes and ran after her grabbing her. She squealed as he scooped her up into his arms in a bridal carry. That way, she wouldn't drop the popcorn. There was a brief flash of surprise that crossed her eyes.

"Now I have you, so that makes the popcorn mine." She laughed, and they looked into each other's eyes before he cleared his throat and set her down. "Sorry, Ally…" He was cut off by his phone going off. "Sanders… I'll be there." He hung up. "I got a case I guess I won't get to see the game." She nodded, pulling her phone out.

"I haven't been called yet, but if you need me, give me a call." Greg nodded, grabbing a hand full of popcorn before heading back down the street. Alison continued walking down the street, headed to meet her family. Her eyes darted around as she was now alone. She could have asked Greg to walk her to the park first Mac would understand. But no, she was fin she. She could walk the three blocks alone.

Greg got back to the lab. Mac wasn't clear about what was going on the phone. There was a flurry of activity coming in and out of his lab. The hair on the back of Greg's neck stood up on end. Something was going on, and from the look on everyone's faces, it was going to be good. Greg knocked on the door. Mac looked up at him, giving a small nod.

"Sanders shut the door." Greg did walking over to him.

"What is it, Mac," Greg asked, looking around the office.

"We have a possible terrorist attack." Greg's blood turned to ice. He knew that there was a possibility, but having lived in Las Vagas, it seemed like a decent idea.

"What do you need." Mac gave a small nod.

"I have to head over to the Commissioners office. Stella is going to manage the lab. I need you to help Messer with the evidence." Mac grabbed his coat, heading out of the office after handing over the file. Greg headed into the lab where Messer was already working.

"I'm looking for trace if you can figure their plans out," Messer said, pulling out the pains and a box parts. Greg worked fast, looking over the information that they had gathered. Pulling out his phone, he called Mac.

"Sanders, what do you have."

"I can confirm this is not a dirty bomb. It was built in the car and form the looks of it. It could easily take out two blocks with the blast. At least one more with the shrapnel. I won't know more until I can run some more tests." Greg explained also telling Messer who was listening in.

"I'll inform the Commissioner."

Danny walked up to Greg, who was stopping by with some reports before returning to the lab.

"Sanders, where is my sister? I thought she would bring the reports." Danny asked his voice low.

"Probably really mad that she wasn't called in on this and had to go to the game." Danny paled, grabbing his arm.

"I just talked to Erin; she said that Al never showed up. I assumed that she was at the lab." Greg's heart was starting to pound.

"We were only three blocks away from the park when I left her," Greg explained.

"You left her to walk by herself why would you do that he could have grabbed her…." Danny clamped his mouth shut. Greg leaned in, slowing his voice.

"Who, Danny." Danny shook his head.

"No, you don't get to know now I have to find my wife, my kids, and now my sister." Greg shook his head.

"No, I will look into it. You stay on the case." Greg left before Danny could argue. He tried calling her, but it went to message. Greg called Stella.

"Sanders, what is it you're supposed to be dropping that file off for Reagan," Stella said the frustration building.

"Do you know where Alison is." There was a long pause on the other end of the phone.

"What do you mean." There was a sliver of ice that head filled her voice.

"We were walking to meet her family. I got called in. She only had three blocks to go. I don't understand." There was typing on the other end of the phone. Stella let out a loud breath.

"Mac gave her a case a few minutes after he called you. It was before he headed out." Greg nodded.

"I'll let Danny know. Thanks, Stella. He was really worried."

"He's her older brother what do you expect." She hung the phone up, not bothering to respond. Greg ran back over to Danny's desk.

"Alison is at another scene. She's fine." Danny let out a low breath.

"Thanks, Greg."

"Sorry, Danny I would have walked her to the park had I know." Danny waved his hand.

"It's not for you to know." Greg wanted to argue about it, but Messer texted him, letting him know that some of the test results were back.

Alison walked up to the house with Danny. She had arrived back at the lab shortly after Greg had talked to Danny.

"I can't believe how many reports I had to fill out," Danny said, grabbing the door for her. She looked at him.

"You disserve it running toward a bomb like that. Poor Greg has to now deal with yet another crime scene. I'm glad I got a small robbery." Alison said, looking at him. They had found the woman had the bomb in the car. She wanted to kill herself and her family. Danny had been able to distract her long enough for them to save her son, who she had dragged into it.

"Yeah, that's what he gets for leaving you alone." Alison stopped before they were seen by the rest of the family, turning to him.

"He doesn't know about my past. Only that something happened. You can't expect him to think like I have to…The family has to. He doesn't even know about the list." Danny tilted his head.

"The way he talks about you and the way you act around him. I have a feeling that he is going to need to learn." Alison's stomach gave out at the thought of having to tell Greg. She hated the idea. He treated her normally, unlike everyone else. She didn't like the idea of giving that away.

"I will never have that, Danny. It's me," Alison said.

"You will have your happy ending and if it has to be with someone you work with. Then I would pick Sanders over Messer." They walked in and were greeted by the rest of the family.

"Sorry, you and Greg got called in. You missed a great game." Henry said. Alison smiled, sitting down.

"Yeah, and Greg was sorry he couldn't come. When I left, he was only a third of the way through Danny's mess today."

"Well, maybe he can make it to the next one." Erin bumped Alison in her good side, smiling at her. They all sat down to dinner when Linda and the kids showed up.

"I have something to say," Frank said. "We all went our separate ways today, expecting to return to our family to celebrate this wonderful young man's birthday, and here we are. And I feel very blessed and fortunate for that."

Alison sat on the couch with Erin and Linda while the men cleaned.

"So, you were coming to the game with Greg," Linda said, looking at her. Alison blushed.

"We parked in the same parking lot, and so we walked together." Alison thought back to when he picked her up. The fact that it didn't bother her surprised her.

"What's that look," Erin said, tapping her little sister's foot. Alison shook her head, looking at her.

"What." Erin glanced at Linda.

"You had this weird smile cross your face. What were you thinking about." Alison removed the smile with some effort. "None of that, spill." Alison let out a small breath.

"I don't know I just feel conferrable around him." Erin looked at her.

"Who is he, and what do you mean conferrable." Alison fidgeted slightly.

"I don't panic when Greg touches me." Linda's eyes flashed at that.

"Oh really, then maybe this is a little more serious than we originally thought." Alison rolled her eyes. There was a knock on the door. Alison stood up, not wanting to undergo any more questions. She answered it surprised to find Greg standing on the porch. She looked over at the Family room, holding up her hand so he wouldn't say anything stepping out on the porch.

"Is there a problem," Greg asked when she closed the door. Alison looked at him. He looked tired from the long day, but his eyes were still light.

"No, I just didn't want my sisters to bother us. What are you doing here? You still had a lot of evidence to prosses." Greg shifted slightly, pulling his coat tight, fighting back the cold. Alison wished she had her coat, but she was too surprised to see him that she didn't grab it.

"Messer helped me when he was done running his." Alison nodded.

"So, did you need something," Alison said, bouncing slightly as it got colder.

"You sure you don't want to go inside its cold out here," Greg said, watching her.

"No, I'm fine." Greg rolled his eyes, taking his coat off.

"At least put this on. You won't be able to hear me if your teeth are chattering." She looked at it for a moment before taking it.

"Thanks, now you better hurry up." Greg shook his head.

"This isn't exactly how I wanted to do it, but. Alison, would you got out with me on a date." his words were like a cold shower. Her body freezing as her mind raced. "If not, that's totally fine."

"No, I would like that." Greg nodded, smiling, then turned to leave. Alison watched him. "Don't you want to come inside." Greg looked at her.

"I can't I have to get back to the lab I told Messer I was going to get our dinner." Alison shook her head.

"He's going to love that." She laughed, walking back into the house. She leaned against the door letting out a deep breath.

"Al, whose coat is that." Alison opened her eyes, looking into the Family room. Her family was all standing there by the window. They had clearly been watching her and Greg. She rolled her eyes then looked down, seeing Greg's coat. She quickly turned, opening the door. Greg stood there with his hand raised, ready to knock. Alison gave a sheepish smile, handing over the coat.

"Thanks, he said." He turned to leave, but she grabbed his arm, kissing his cheek. He gave her a crooked smile.

"Go before Messer sends out an APB." Greg laughed.

"See you later, Alison." She shut the door glancing over at her family.

"Well, what are you looking at." She said, fighting the urge to smile.