Greg helped Alison clean the dishes after a Sunday meal.

"So why do you always do the dishes," Greg asked, drying another plate.

"Because I don't know how to cook." Greg looked over at her.

"Come on; you can't be that bad."

"You didn't have to get your stomach pumped twice because of her," Danny called out as he walked into the kitchen. Alison tossed a rag at him.

"It wasn't that bad." Greg protested, leaning against the counter Alison was sitting on.

"Have you ever had her cooking," Danny called out, pointing at him.

"No. But…" Danny cut him off.

"Then you can't complain about doing the dishes. She is exactly where she should be." Greg looked at Alison.

"I hate to say it, but he is probably right." Greg rolled his eyes.

"No, Ally don't take that. I bet you just need a little polishing." Danny laughed.

"Really, how about Alison cooks dinner next Sunday." Greg walked over, shaking Danny's hand.

"Sure, but I get to help." Danny shook his head.

"No, you can help her cook some time this week, but no on Sunday." Greg glanced back at Alison. Her eyes were dancing in between the two of them.

"Deal." Danny laughed, running out of the kitchen.

"Are you sure about this," Alison asked from where she sat. Greg closed his eyes.

"Yeah, if you're alright with it." She smiled.

"Sure, but it's not going to be as easy as you think it's going to be."

Alison ran around her apartment. Why was she doing this? Danny was right; she can't cook. She stuffed a box of tissues behind the couch. There was a knock on the door. The hair on the back of her neck stood up on end. She slipped over to the door, placing her hand on her gun. Pulling out her phone, she pulled up the camera. Greg was standing in front of the door. Alison let of a deep breath letting go of her gun before opening the door. She smiled up at him.

"Hey stranger, long time no see." He said with a crooked smile. Alison got on toes kissing him.

"I saw you at the lab not four hours ago." She stepped back, allowing him to enter. Greg held up a bag of groceries.

"I was thinking that we could make Meatloaf." Alison shifted slightly.

"I don't know about this." Greg smiled at her.

"You're going to do fine. Danny is just getting into your head." Alison walked into her kitchen, smiling at him.

"Strong words for a man that has never had my cooking."

Greg sat across from Alison. The candlelight making her eyes sparkle.

"This dinner is amazing." He said, smiling over at her. She nodded, taking another bit.

"I know this is one of my favorite places to eat." Greg looked around the restaurant.

"To be fair I think your food would have tasted great." Alison lowered water glass.

"I set the fire alarm off and nearly cut your hand off." Greg glanced down at his bandaged hand.

"You did not it was a small cut, and I should have kept a closer eyes stove." Alison slammed her hand into her face.

"Danny was right; I can't do this." Greg reached over with his good hand.

"You can it might just take more practice." Alison rolled her eyes.

"Yeah, and what am I suppose to do until them. I have to make dinner Sunday." Greg laughed, leaning back in his chair.

"Ally don't worry about it. I have it covered." She smiled over at him.

"Thanks, Greg."

Greg walked up to Danny's house. His feet dragging on the sidewalk. He had taken Alison home and come straight here. Taking a deep breath, he knocked on the door. Linda opened the door. There was a flash of surprise that crossed her face. However, it was quickly replaced by a big smile.

"Hi Greg, what brings you here." He looked down at his hand that was hidden in his coat.

"Is Danny home." She looked at him then pointed behind her.

"He's outback," Greg said his thanks then headed to go talk to him.

"Hey Sanders, how's it going" Greg pulled his bandaged hand out, causing Danny to bend over laughing. "No, she didn't…I told you Al has away in the kitchen to turn the most simple task deadly." Greg closed his eyes. "Greg, what is it? You look like your going to be sick.
"I don't know if I can marry Alison." Danny walked over to his.

"Why? Because if you break my kid sisters heart, I'm going to break you." Greg shook his head.

"No, I just don't if she is ready." Danny squinted his eyes.

"What makes you say that." Greg ran his hand over his face.

"I was helping Alison cook tonight, and the fire alarm went off." Danny closed his eyes.

"You haven't seen her around alarms have you." Greg shook his head. Images of that night flashing through his head.

"So I was thinking that we should start making plans for the wedding," Greg said as he pulled a knife out for Alison to use. She turned the heat down and walked back over to him.

"Yeah, I would like it to be small." Greg smiled as she started cutting them.

"I was thinking next spring." She looked up at him.

"I wish it could be sooner but with all our schedules that is probably the earliest."

"Your wrong." Alison tilted her head at his words.

"No, I'm pretty sure that's as early as I can get it. He shook his head.

"Your cutting wrong." He stood behind her, gently grabbing her hands. "You need to use a fluid motion." He guided her hands. She looked up at him.

"I Lov…" Her words were cut off by an alarm going off. She jumped, slamming the knife down. Greg closed his eyes as the pain flooded his mind. Alison crumpled to the ground she legs giving out. Opening his eyes, he was relieved to see that he still had all of his fingers and that he wouldn't need stitches. Turning, he says that the food on the stove was smoking. Grabbing it with his good hand, he tossed it into the sink. Taking a towel, he placed it on his bleeding fined.

"I'm going to shut this off," Greg called out, walking over to the fire alarm. It took a few minutes, but by the time he finished his hand had stopped bleeding. Looking around, he couldn't spot Alison. "Ally." He called out, but there was no response. Walking back over to where she had been standing, he spotted the cabinet under the sink cracked. He sat down on the floor next to it. "Ally, I'm fine you're fine." There was a muffled gasp that came from the opening. "I'm going to stick my hand in so you can hold it." With his good hand, he did what he was told. He felt shaky clammy hands grab it.

"I…," the small voice trailed off.

"I was thinking that we could go out for dinner tonight. You know I was feeling Meatballs." There was a long pause.

"Yeah, that might be nice."

"Greg," Danny's voice pulled him out of his thoughts. "How did she handle it." Greg pinched his nose.

"She was hiding in the cabinet under the sink Danny," Danny nodded.

"That's where Dad would fond her in the middle of the night…when she didn't wake up screaming." Greg flinched.

"Am I crazy to think that this can work." Danny thought about it.

"No, Al…Alison loved you, and I never thought I could say that. Does that mean that it's going to be easy no? I can count on one hand the number to times I have hugged her since she disappeared. But with you, she seems different more…I can't say normal but comfortable than anyone." Greg sat down on the step of the porch.

"But is this unfair to her." Danny slumped down next to him.

"She said yes when you asked. I think that we all have to go on that. Now she might bolt on the day of the wedding." Greg nodded.

"I understand that. Tonight it just became more of a possibility." Danny patted him on the back.

"Well, know that Linda and I are here for you. Unless Alison bolts, then I'm going to be driving the getaway car." Greg laughed.

"Well, I expected as much."