Greg and Alison were heading out to a scene at the beginning of their shift.

"So got any plans this weekend," Greg asked, pushing the button for the elevator.

"My brother Joe is being honored this weakened. An atrium is being dedicated in memory of him."

Greg closed his eyes. He knew that he remembered Flack mentioning how he wasn't going to work this weakened.

"Sorry, Alison, I knew that." She waved him off.

"It's fine." The door opened, and Just as they were about to get on, Mac called out to them, stopping them.

"Alison, I just got a call your father's been shot."

Greg watched as her mind slowly closed up. She took a deep breath, her eyes growing distant.

"Is he alive." She asked her voice cold.

"Yes, they were taking him to the hospital, that's all that I know," Mac said, giving her a small smile.

"I have to go." She said, and her body started to tremble. Mac looked at Greg.

"Take her to the hospital. I don't want her driving. Flack is at the scene, and I'm on my way to help clear it." Greg nodded and grabbed her hand, pulling her onto the elevator.

Alison ran into the Hospital Greg close behind her. She had wanted him to drop her off at the door, but with the way she was shaking, he was worried she wouldn't be able to walk straight. He grabbed her hand and pressed the elevator. Alison bounced on the balls of her feet before making a run for the stairs she needed to see her dad. Alison was taking two steppes at a time on the last one she faltered and would have cracked her head on the hard floor if Greg hadn't grabbed her at the last minute. She barely straightened before making a run for the door, but Greg stopped her.

"Ally take a breath you're not going to do anyone any good in this state." She was shaking and breathing so hard he was nervous she would pass out. He had never seen her like this.

"Greg, let me go. I have to go I need to see him. He has to be okay." She was falling apart, struggling against his grip on her arms.

"Take Five deep Breaths, and then we can go." She nodded and slowed her breathing with some effort.

When she was finished, she looked up at him with water-filled eyes. Greg nodded, and the two walked into the hallway, where the rest of the family greeted them. Danny walked over to Alison. He moved to hug her then stop. She, however, hugged him bursting into tears. Danny gently turned her, so she was shielded from everyone else.

"Thank Greg; I was nervous she would be alone." Greg nodded, stepping back when the doctor came with an update. The woman motioned them to follow, and Linda took Danny's place, grabbing Alison's hand and waking with her. She wasn't crying, but her body was still shaking.

"What can you tell us about his condition," Danny asked the doctor.

"In a word Lucky. He took some shot to his left arm and chest that impacted the artery but missed the heart." The doctor explained.

"Is he talking? Is he sedated?" Danny asked.

"Oh yeah, he's talking. He's already trying to talk his way out of here." She replied.

"How long before he gets to go home," Erin asked.

"Uh, we'll hold him for two days minimum. I want to keep him under observation to make sure there's no pulmonary involvement," the Doctor replier.

"But he's going to be okay," Henry asked.

"He's in remarkably great shape and as I said very lucky. Here we are."

She showed them to the room where he was recovering. Alison let go of Linda's hand and stood in the back of the room. The doctor tried to get her to go closer, but she shook her head. Frank was pail and weak, trying to reassure the family he was fine. Alison didn't hear the conversation her family was having; she just watched the beeping of the monitors. She didn't hear their conversation. She didn't notice the doctor telling them to leave or Henry taking her hand and gently pulling her out of the room. She only noticed the disappearance of the horrid machine. Henry set her in a chair in the corner of the waiting room.

She pulled her feet up to her chest.

Jamie came over and sat next to her.

He looked at her, and she gave a small nod. Jamie wrapped an arm around her shoulders.

"Greg went to work the crime scene. He said he would be back."

Jamie said in her ear. "I know that you lost right now. I need you to come back. You have more access than any of us." Alison took two deep breaths then slowly nodded.

"It will take 4 hours to clear the scene fully. And an unknown amount of time on the test. Mac is also working the case with Flack and Greg. They will get this guy." Jamie nodded, rubbing her arm.

"Good, good now how can I help. Do you have your headphones?" He asked.

She looked up at him, her eyes hollow.

"No." Jamie nodded, pulling his out, handing them over. She put them in turning on music.

"Now get some sleep. I won't go anywhere." She leaned her head on his shoulder, closing her eyes. Danny was gone for about two hours, getting an update. When he came back, he brought dinner. Jammie gently shook her awake. She shot up with a panicked look on her face, but Jamie gently pulled her back to a sitting position.

"Are you alright," Erin asked her eyes scanning her, Alison looked at them all.

"Yes, I'm fine." She said, turning the volume to her music down a little so she could hear the conversation.

"How is he doing," Danny asked, handing the cups of coffee around.

"We are hoping he will get some sleep," Linda said.

"What's going on out there," Jamie asked, standing up to help with the food.

"Well, they found the shooter's car over in Greenpoint, but nobody's claimed responsibility yet. Greg is there now looking it over he said he would call if they found anything.

Intel is looked at some Mexican cartel that has a habit of taking out public officials when one of their own gets pinched." Danny explained, taking off his coat.

"The Renaldo's," Erin asked.

"Yeah," Danny confirmed.

"Special Prosecutor on that is a friend of mine.

I'll lean on him in the morning."

Erin said.

"Good." Danny nodded.

"Look, I know this is your father, but take care not to overstep your boundaries here," Henry said.

"I don't even know what the boundaries are in a situation like this." She said take the lid of her cup off.

"I'm just saying." He replied.

"It's Erin Grandpa. She wrote the book on "by the book," trust me she won't mess up." Danny said before taking a sip of coffee.

It was early in the morning when Danny's phone went off.

"Hey…Your kidding me…. Alright, great, great, I'll meet your two outside." Danny said standing up. "Greg and Flack got us a name, Grandpa." Danny said. "Talk to you later."

"Go get them," Henry called after him. Greg and Flack were waiting outside.

"The shooter's car is a '02 Nissan there's no plates, and the VIN Number was ground off the engine block and the frame," Greg explained.

"Is that it," Danny asked.

"No, Adam found a check-cashing receipt in the car," Greg added.

"Was it dated," Danny asked.

"Yeah, day before last," Flack said.

"Greg, you coming with us." Greg looked at him.

"We dove over in my car. I'm not like Ally. You can't just drive off without me." Danny smiled.

"It might be handy having you with us." Greg smiled, getting behind the wheel.

Greg waited outside the chop shop; he didn't want to taint any evidence. He heard a commotion from the inside, and the door suddenly opened, hitting him in the face. He reeled back before running after the guy. Danny and Flack close behind him. Greg pushed the guy into the snow falling next to him. Danny grabbed the kid and pushed him against the fence, Handcuffing him. Flack help Greg to his feet.

"You alright, Greg, he didn't mess with your pretty face."

Greg laughed as Flack inspected his face. Greg reached up, touching his forehead. When he pulled it back, there was blood?

"Well, his nose isn't broken, but I don't know about his face." Danny laughed.

"Well, I'm sure Al won't dump him right away." Greg rolled his eyes.

"I don't know this could be what finally pushes her over the edge." Flack teased, causing Greg to push him back as they walk back to the car.

"Come on, I catch the guy, and this is how to treat me."

Greg said, grabbing the car door.

"Hold up," Danny called out, causing Greg to stop.

"You just got hit in the head I'm not letting you drive."

Flack said, taking the keys out of his hand.

"Where do I sit then." Greg looked between the two of them.

"You get to keep this guy company," Danny said, patting the suspect on the shoulder.

"Thanks." Greg rolled his eyes, getting in the back of the car.

Alison knocked on her Father's door. He was trying to put on some cufflinks with one hand.

"Here, let me do that." She said, walking over to him.

"How are you doing." He asked her she glance up at him.

"I'm fine." She said he grabbed her hand.

"I know that this was hard for you." Alison laughed shaking her head.

"you were the one shot." Frank smiled.

"I was the one-shot this time." Alison looked up at him opening her mouth to say something her hands shaking slightly.

"Al, Greg is here." She shut her mouth at Erin's voice. Turning to walked away.

"Alison Greg was there for the family this week don't keep him at arm's length you can trust him." she looked at him.

"what if he can't handle it." Frank smiled at her.

"He can handle it. If you let him."

"I'll do my best." Frank smiled.

"Go get him." She walked down the stairs and smiled at the sight of Greg in a suit. He looked her over and gave her a crooked smile.

"Wow, you look…" He was cut off by Henry, clearing his throat.

"Beautiful." He said, laughing mouthing the word "hot" to her. Alison walked up to him, giving a smile.

"You look beautiful too." She reached up at his face where the cut was from the door.

"Danny told me about what happened, are you alright." Greg grabbed her hand squeezing it.

"I'm fine."