A/N: Sorry, this is later in the day than normal. I thought I had already posted it.

Alison looked in the mirror. Her wide eyes staring at the unfamiliar appearance.

"Oh, Al, you look so pretty." Lindsey squealed from her seat. Alison turned to look at her family and friends.

"I don't know this seems a little to froofy for me." She pulled at the white dress.

"Oh, I think you look beautiful." Linda whipping her eyes. Erin handed the sales girl another dress.

"Here, try this one." Alison rolled her eyes. "Don't give me that. If Mom was still alive, she would be pushing her wedding dress on you."

"But she didn't make you wear it." Stella looking between the sisters.

"If I remember correctly, it was never discussed because she knew Erin would never agree to it," Linda explained through a laugh.

"It besides the point, try this one on." Alison groaned, walking back into the dressing room.

After a few minutes, the salesgirl came out. Her face was slightly pale.

"Um, she refuses to come out." The four women leaned forward in their chairs.

"Why." The sails girl shifted.

"She asked for Linda." Erin's head shot up.

"Linda." She moved to get up, but Stella grabbed her arm.

"Al asked for Linda. So let her go." Erin stared at her for a heartbeat before relaxing back into her chair. Taking a deep breath, Linda walked over to the changing room.

"Alison, I'm coming in." She said, opening the door. Alison stood with her back to the door. Her shoulders shaking as the emotions rocked her body. She was wearing the dress that Erin had picked out. It was beautiful with a modern cut. It had a low back and simple beaded straps. Linda, however, couldn't see the dress. Scars covered Alison's back and arms. Linda walked slowly over to her. Alison's eyes were looked on the scars.

"Alison." Linda breathed out.

"I thought that I could do it." The cold low voice filled the room. "I thought that I could wear a dress like this just for one day." She turned to look at Linda. "I just want just for once to not be reminded or be a reminder to everyone else." Linda reached out, grabbing her arm gently.

"All anyone will see is a beautiful bride." Alison ran her hands over the dress.

"I just cant go out there." Linda nodded.

"Then don't I'm going to go find you a different dress for you to try on." Alison opened her mouth but Linda stopped her. "I'll let Erin know." Linda left the room, sending the sales girl back in to help Alison get out of the dress.

Erin walked over to her.

"What's going on," Erin asked. Linda pinched the bridge of her nose. Danny would know what to do if he were here.

"The dress has an open back." Erin's face paled as she rubbed her forehead.

"I didn't think. I saw it and thought she would look great in it." Linda nodded.

"Alison is waiting for another dress, why don't you go find one." Erin shifted.

"What should I look for." Linda glanced behind her.

"No open back sleeve would be best, but maybe one that gives you the option of adding them." After a few minutes, Erin knocked on the door, and the salesgirl opened it.

"I'll help her with this one." She said to the girl. The girl looked over at Alison, who gave a small nod. Erin closed the door.

"I'm sorry, Al. I should have known better this is a lot harder for you than my wedding was." Alison shrugged her shoulders.

"It's not your fault its been 6 years." Erin shook her head.

"Not for you."

Alison looked down at her hands. They shook as the thought of standing in front of everyone settled in her mind. Today she and Greg would become man and wife. It was late, and the few guests had arrived at the cathedral. A knock on the door pulled her from her thoughts. Frank walked in, smiling at the sight of in the simple gown.

"If your mother could see you now." Alison walked over to him, grabbing his hand.

"Maybe she could keep me from fainting." Frank looked into her eyes. She gave a small nod, and he hugged her.

"Oh, Alison, it's alright. You picked the right guy." Alison gave him a look.

"Easy for you to say I'm just glad this is small. Not enough people will be able to see me choke."

Frank laughed, grabbing her hand.

"Security cleared everything, and Greg is in place." Alison took a deep breath.

"Then let's get out there." Alison pulled her sleeves down before taking Frank's arm. The two of them walked out of the room. Alison closed her eyes, letting the images her time with Greg flood her mind as they walked.

"We're here," Frank whispered to her. Opening her eyes, a small gasp escaped her mouth. The music started, and the few guests stood turning to face them.

"We better start walking, or I'm going to run." She said under her breath. They started to walk down the ale. Her eyes darting around the crowd as her breathing picked up.

"Don't look at them, look at Greg." Alison's eyes looked to the alter. Greg stood in a black suit. His signature crooked smile filled his face. Their eyes met, and tears filled their eyes. Before she knew it, they were at the end.

"Who gives this woman to be with this man." Frank winked at her.

"Her family and I do." He kissed her on the cheek he passed her over to Greg before taking his seat.

"You look beautiful," Greg whispered to her.

"You look hot." The ceremony was a traditional Irish Catholic wedding. Alison didn't hear the priest. Her eyes were locked on Greg.

"Now for the vows." Greg squeezed her hands.

"I Gregory Hojem Sanders, take you Alison Mary Reagan as my wife, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, all the days of our life." Alison whipped the treats from her eyes.

"I should have gone first." She laughed, smiling over at the priest.

"That's what they all say." He replied, making everyone laugh. Alison looked into Greg's eyes, taking a deep breath.

"I Alison Mary Reagan, Take you Gregory Hojem Sanders as my husband, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, all the days of our life." Greg squeezed her shaking hands. The priest cleared his thought.

"What God joins together, man must not separate. May the Lord confirm the consent that you have given, and enrich you with his blessings." He looked over at Greg. "Do you have the rings." Greg reached into his pocket. His face paled as he checked his other pocket. A look of relief flooded him as he pulled them out. They exchanged the rings. The excitement was building as they were almost finished.

"Lord, bless Gregory Hojem Sanders and Alison Mary Reagan and consecrate their married life. May these rings be a symbol of their fiat in each other and a reminder to them of their love.

Through Christ, our Lord. You may now kiss the bride." Greg looked at her and she threw her arms around his neck kissing him. "May I present to you Detective First Class Alison and Gregory Hojem Sanders."

Greg opened his eyes, looking over at the clock. It was 1:30 in the morning. His shift started at 7. Greg rolled over and froze. Alison's side of the bed was empty. He shot up, looking around the room. It was empty.

Greg reached into his nightstand, grabbing his gun and phone as his heart rate started to pick up. Walking out into the main room, her froze. Alison sat in the back corner of the room, curled up in a ball. He set his gun down, walking over to her. She was sleeping, but her face was pulled tight. He gently touched her arm. She jumped, screaming. Greg jerked back, holding his hands up.

"Ally, it's me, Greg." Her eyes darted around the room, finally landing on him.

"Greg." She let out a slow breath. Her body was shaking. "Sorry."

"What are you doing out here." She looked down at her hands. Water starting to fill her eye.

"I couldn't sleep." Greg sat on the floor in front of her crossing his legs.

"Bad dreams." She closed her eyes. Pulling her arms tight around her body. He wanted to hold her, but he didn't want to push her. He looked around the room spotting a blanket and pillow in the couch. Greg glanced back at Alison. "Were you sleeping out here." She did respond. He scooted a little closer. "I caused the nightmare." She sniffed whipping her nose. Greg rubbed his face. "I'm sorry, Ally. Do you know what it was that triggered it." She took a deep breath looking up at him.

"You were breathing." She gave a small smile. "I'm still not used to someone…" Alison trailed off, but Greg knew what she was talking about.

"I'm sorry Ally, but you should be the one that sleeps out here I can." She laughed, grabbing his hand.

"Greg that your to tall for that couch." Greg squeezed her hand.

"We could get separate beds." Alison pulled back.

"You would want that."

"No! I want you to feel comfortable in your own home. Comfortable with me." She nodded, thinking it over.

"No, I don't want that. I feel safe with you there." She exhaled running her hands through her hair. "When I'm asleep, I forget, and the nightmares come. I didn't want to risk waking you with my screaming. So I wait till you fall asleep and come out here."

Greg smiled at her.

"Oh, Ally, we can't live like this. If you wake from a nightmare, please wake me up next time so I can sit with up until you fall asleep." Greg looked at her, and she gave a small nod. He pulled her into his arms.

"I love you." Greg smiled, kissing her.

"I love you too."