Greg walked to his door, whipping his nose.

"Hello." He called out with a gravelly voice. This sore throat was going to be the death of him and on his day off too.

"Greg, open up its Danny." Greg opened the door.

"Danny, what do you want. Alison is at work." Danny raised his hands.

"I'm sorry I didn't know you were sick Al said you had today off." Greg stopped him.

"What do you want, Danny?" Greg hated the way his voice sounded when he was sick.

"I'm looking into the suicide of a firefighter whose son goes to the same school as my kids." Greg coughed.

"Why look into it if it has already been deemed a suicide," Greg asked, rubbing his head.

"His son asked me." Greg zipped his hoodie up, trying to fight off the cold. "You know I'm sorry I wasted your time hope you feel better." Greg grabbed his arm.

"Let me get my coat. I'll help you." Danny shook his head.

"It's your day off, and your sick." Greg held up his hand.

"I'm a Level 3 CSI Detective I have access that you don't." Danny nodded.

Danny and Greg walked into the ME's office. They were about to head in when Greg felt his stomach drop.

"Danny, I think that I might need to stay out here." Danny looked at the CSI that was slowly turning green.

"Sure thing." Greg looked around the lab and spotted Alison walking in with three bodies.

"Greg, what are you doing here." He walked over to her, not looking at the bodies.

"I'm helping Danny out with something." Alison reached her hand up, feeling his forehead.

"You are sicker than you were earlier. You should be at home." Greg grabbed her hand.

"Ally, I'm fine now. Let me do this for Danny." Alison stepped back, crossing her arms.

"Alright, but if you blow all your sick days because of this, it's on you." Greg leaned over to kiss her, but she held up her hand.

"Your sick, remember." With that, she walked away.

"I love you," Greg called after her.

"Yeah yeah." She waved him off.

Greg pulled his scarf tight around his neck as they walked up to the fire station.

"Looking for Dillan Carny," Danny asked with Greg close behind.

"He's right behind me." One of the firefighters responded. They pointed at a man that was talking off his turncoat.

"Dillan Carny, I'm Detective Reagan, and this is Detective CSI Sanders. We wanted to ask your friend," Danny said Greg nodded.

"I already answered a bunch of questions about Him with the other detectives." He replied.

"Okay, well, let's call this a follow up then all right. You and him were good friends" Danny looked over his notes.

"We own a company together, Bray head construction." Dillan crossed his arms in front of him.

"This make any sense to you him committing Suicide," Danny asked.

"No, doesn't make sense. Does anything like this ever make sense." He said. "But I wasn't surprised when I got the call." Greg looked up at this.

"What do you mean you weren't surprised," Danny asked.

"Cause he's going through a divorce, he didn't want, and he's got big financial troubles." Greg stepped forward at this.

"What kind of financial troubles." Danny glanced at him.

"This last project we bought this big old house…." Dany cut him off.

"You mean the house that Keenan was…" Danny trailed off, not wanting to have to spell it out.

"Yeah…It cost twice what we thought it would. To fix it up, so Keenan takes out a home equity line on his house…$150,000." Dillan said.

"150 that pretty steep why didn't you just sell the house," Danny asked.

"Cause we needed to get the certificate of occupancy, we couldn't get it." Danny lowered his voice.

"Why not."

"You ever deal with the building department. All right, I mean inspectors coming and going. They're always finding something else that needs to be done. All right. Months, months went by, and then the bank comes looking for their money." He said.

"SO Keenan was defaulting," Danny said.

"The bank told him they were gonna be foreclosing," Dillan said.

"Right, and you think that what made him suicidal," Danny asked.

"Yeah, listen, the guy had a…Life insurance policy it was worth half a million dollars all right. He knew he knew that would get his family out of the hole." Danny glance at Greg.

"He spoke to you about this recently about this life insurance policy."

"We went out a couple of weeks ago for drinks together, and he said he's worth more dead than alive to his family."

Danny and Greg sat in the Living room at Frank's house. Frank handed Danny a beer and Greg a cup of tea.

"Thanks." Greg's voice was starting to go out.

"Look, dad I know what you're gonna say. This kid he's just looking for answers to why his old man died. And felt like nobody would listen to him. I know it looks like an open and shut case of suicide, But I just couldn't say no to the kid you know. I wish you'd understand." Danny said.

"As the commissioner, I cant. As your father, I won't, but as a cop, I understand. What can I do to help." Greg leaned forward.

"I can request the evidence, but we won't get anywhere without the ME," Greg said Danny nodded.

"Yeah, the ME refuses to take another look at the autopsy," Danny explained.

"Okay, have you thought about what you're going to do if it turns out this guy did commit suicide. Have you thought about what you're going to say to this kid." Frank pressed him for an answer. Danny leaned back clearly he handing thought about it.

"The truth." They looked at Greg. "The kid asked you to find the truth, that is what we are going to do. So no matter the outcome, we will tell him the truth." Frank nodded.

Danny and Greg walked into the house. Greg was holding a cup of hot tea for his throat while Danny looked over the file that he had brought.

"Are you sure you should be out here," Danny asked, looking at Greg, who looked like he was on death's doorstep.

"No, but I want to help you, so here I am now let's figure this out." They walked in and used the evidence pictures to look it over. They were about halfway through when a man walked in.

"Detective Battali two-seven squad." He introduced himself.

"You're the guy that caught the Keenen suicide," Danny said the man nodded.

"Yeah, and that my file that you're holding." Greg looked at the file in his hand.

"Yeah, so it is. Hey, we were just borrowing it. I mean, we're all on the same side here anyways rights." Danny said.

"You tell me. I closed the case," Battali replied.

"Yeah, you closed the case, but uh, there was a footprint on the chair that didn't belong to Keenen," Danny said.

"The report says it was a size te,n and Keenen was a size 12." Greg read from the report.

"So obviously it didn't come from him," Danny said.

"So what there were a dozen guys working on this site. Anyone of them could have used the chair to reach for something." Battali said.

"But did you try to match the print to rule out the other dozen guys," Greg asked.

"For what the guy was a classic case of suicide. He was in financial trouble. He was in legal trouble. And his wife has just kicked him out." Battali said, razing his voice.

"Right well, I'm not convinced," Danny said.

"Look, are you hunting for cases or something. Causes I could send some your way. Real cases that goes for the both of you. I've got 22 of them I'm working on right now." Battali got right in Danny's face.

"Relax nobody said you didn't do your job," Danny said.

"No, cause that sound exactly what you're saying. If you think you could do a better job…" he replied.

"Of course, I could, but that's beside the point." Battali swung at Danny, but Greg caught it. Danny grabbed Battali.

"You try to put your hands on me again, and I will put you thought the wall." Danny threatened.

Danny stood in front of his desk, listening to the commotion that was coming out of his boss's office. While Greg sat in Jackie's chair, resting his head on the desk. Danny had tried to convince him to go home, but he refused to say that he needed to see this through. Danny shook his head he was stubborn. He got the feeling that Greg felt he still needed to prove himself to Danny. They had known each other for almost three years. Danny needed the help, so he didn't mind. His phone went off, and Greg picked his head up. Jumping from the sudden noise.

"Hey, dad…A blow to the head what a surprised." Danny sat down, taking in the information. "How did you manage that….You've been a big help." Danny said just as the door opened, and a furious officer stormed out of his bosss office.

"Reagan, my office now." Danny glanced at Greg.

"I'll wait here." Danny glared at him.

"Thanks, Sanders." Greg leaned back in the chair; his head was pounding. Jackie went in a few minutes later. Danny eventually came out.

"Come on, Sanders lets go get a subpoena." Greg got up, grabbing the side to the table to steady himself before grabbing his coat and following him. They drove over and met up with Erin, but Danny had Greg wait in the car. After a bit, Danny got back in the car.

"We got it." Greg nodded.

"Jackie called. We should head back to the station." Greg trudged into the station plopping into Danny's seat while Jackie talked.

"Alright, let's go talk to him," Danny said Greg slowly got to his feet. Danny looked at Greg, then his boss and Jackie. "But I think I need to make a stop first." Greg didn't put up a fight when Danny pulled up to Franks's house. Danny walked him up to the house Henry opened the door.

"Danny, Greg, what are you doing here. Greg, you look terrible what happened." Greg sneezed, and Danny walked him over to the couch, forcing him to sit on it. Greg folded over his head, resting on the armrest.

"Greg has been helping me with a case all day, and I can't justify pulling him out into the cold again or leaving him by himself. Alison is working and can't get off. I was hoping you would keep an eye on him." Henry smiled.

"I have watched enough sick kids get going."

Greg woke up to the noise of people talking. He was in a bed, his head was clear, and he slowly got up. He vagally remembers Henry sending him up to Alison's old room and borrowing some of Danny's clothes. Pulling on one of the hoodies that were hanging up. He walked slowly down the stairs, his musses still sore. He was greeted by the Reagan family Danny walked over to him.

"Sorry to abandon you, but we got the guy." Greg smiled.

"Good and I don't blame you, to be honest, I don't remember much of what happened." Danny laughed.

"Well, you were a big help. I couldn't have gotten all the evidence without you, so thanks." Greg nodded as Alison walked up to him.

"Hey, I hear that you nearly killed yourself following Danny around town." She hugged her husband.

"Yeah, I just couldn't keep up, but to be fair, I was sick." She smiled, feeling his forehead.

"You don't have a fever anymore. Dinner is ready if you're hungry." Greg rubbed the back of his neck.

"That sounds like a plan." They headed into the dining room, sitting down.

"Thank you for letting me stay here," Greg said to Frank and Henry.

"Not a problem. You're family after all."