Greg sat in the small courtroom as they went over the evidence from the night he was attacked. Images of that night flashing through his head. This was just an inquest, but it didn't make it any easier.

He glanced behind him, spotting the family of the boy he killed. Alison wasn't there. He had asked her not to come. He tapped his cane as the crime scene pictures displayed in the scene. His hands shaking as his image appeared. Greg listened to the people talk, but his mind couldn't focus. First, the man he had saved explained what happened. Then the M.E. showed how the boy died. Greg didn't hear any of it. He stared at his cane, wishing that things had been different.

"He was just a boy!" Greg's head whipped around at the scream. It was the boy's family. The Judge tried to control their out bust, but as this wasn't a trial, they had a right to speak. Greg turned, not being able to look at them. He couldn't look at them.

"He had a 3.6 GPA." The mother pleaded.

"He wasn't a killer." The brother shouted.

"My sons didn't grow up with a father they barely had a mother because of my job. They got into trouble." The brother took a step forward.

"I got into trouble, but that wasn't D.J. He was helping me turn my life around. He made me feel like I had a chance." He looked over at Greg locking eyes with him. "You have no idea what you did." The Judge nodded.

"We are going to take a 30-minute recess." Greg stood up with the help of his cane. He let the family walk out of the room before heading out into the hall. Alison walked up to him. He pulled her to the side, giving them some privacy.

"How's it going?" She asked, keeping her voice down.

"I feel like I should say something," Greg said, looking over at the family talking to the press. Alison grabbed his unbroken hand.

"Like what." Greg shook his head.

"I don't know."

"Sorry, you're going to apologize to the mother a man that help kill 2 victims then nearly bet a man to death and then almost did the same to you? Greg, your not guilty they wouldn't see it that way. You did nothing wrong." Greg rubbed his face.

"Just because I didn't do anything wrong doesn't make me feel any better." He whispered out.

"Are you sure you don't want me to stay." Greg shook his head.

"No I'm fine I can do this." Alison nodded.

"5 minutes." Called out, Greg grabbed her hand.

"I'm going to go wash up I'll call you." She kissed him.

"I'll be back to pick you up."

Greg stood in front of his mirror, staring at the water.

He splashed the water on his face when he looked up. The brother was standing behind him.

"How tough you feel when you're not in your big SUV, huh?" He called out to him. Greg didn't say anything as he walked closer to him.

"I asked you a question, Killer." A man walked out of one of the stalls breaking the tension. The brother backed up, leaving Greg alone. Taking a deep breath, he walked back into the courtroom. Only instead of sitting at the table, he walked to the stand.

"Razed your right hand." Greg looked down at his right hand. It held his cane. He shifted, putting his weight in his right leg then leaned the cane against the raining. Then slowly lifted his hand. "Do you swear to tell the whole truth and nothing but the truth, so help you, God?"

"I do." Greg said without hesitation.

"Be seated." Greg used his cane to help lower himself into the chair. The lawyer asked him to read through the transcript.

"Control, Control this is detective CSI Sanders. I need some help…I don't know I don't know Ma'am please help you gotta get here quicker than that." Greg read as the memories flooding his mind.

"What happened next."

"I thought I'd try to break up the mob. I turned into the alley hit the horn yelled anything" Greg explained.

"Did that stop the beating." Greg shook his head.

"Not entirely…" Greg trailed off, looking out into the crowd. Alison stood in the back. She gave him a small nod. He let out a small sigh. "One decided not to run away; instead, he turned around, picked up a rock, and moved like he was going to finish off the victim." Greg looked back over at Alison, his eyes not leaving hers.

"But he turned and started coming at me with it."

"Oh come on that's just his word, man." Greg looked over at the brother who was shouting.

"You know we can't get his side now, can we?" The mother pulled her son back, allowing Greg to continue.

"At this moment, did you fear for your life?"

"Yes," Greg said, not able to look at Alison.

"Did you have a weapon a gun?"

"No" Danny had taken off with his car earlier in the day, and his gun had been locked in it. That was, in fact, part of the reason he was going to that crime scene to get it.

"What did you think when D.J. left Stanley Tanner's unconscious body. And running at you with the rock."

"I thought that he could make me his next target. I thought he wanted to kill me. No matter what, I had to incapacitate him." Greg glanced over at Alison while the video played. She was whipping her eyes. Greg looked at the family.

"I wished he hadn't come at me. I wished that he had just run away." The Judge nodded.

"Have you come to a diction." He asked the jury. They nodded, and the main one stood up.

"We find the death excusable." There was an out rough in the crowd as the news settled in. The main lawyer turned to look at him.

"They should have found it Justifiable, not excusable." Greg looked at her.

"It's okay, I think they may have it right." Greg got up and walked to the back of the courtroom Alison was waiting for him.

"I'm sorry I know that you didn't want…" Greg cut her off, pulling her into his arms.

"Thank you, Ally, I needed you here." She looked up at him.

"Really." Greg kissed her. She whipped the tears from his eyes. "I knew it." She grabbed his arm, and they walked out together. They made it to the parking garage where Alison had parked. A car's lights came on, and they spotted. It was the brother. Greg took a protective step in front of Alison.

"Detective Greg Sanders." A voice called out. They turned, and a man handed him an envelope. "You've been served." He walked away, and the car drove toward them. Greg pushed Alison back, putting his weight on his bad leg. He let out a small gasp in pain as the car drove past, narrowly missing him.

"Are you alright." Alison asked, helping him over to their car.

"Yeah." Greg's limp was more pronounced, and he was leaning heavily on his cane. When they got into the car, he looked at the papers.

"They're suing me." He said, his voice distant.

"I'm not surprised." Alison said, turning the car on. "Are you going to be alright?" Greg folded up the papers putting them in his coat.

"I have to be." Alison reached over, grabbing his hand.

"Not with me."

Alison woke up to a scream. Fear filled, she moved for her gun in its hiding place strapped to the bottom of the bed. Alison froze, realizing it was Greg screaming. She looked at her husband. He was covered in sweat as he fought in his sleep. Realizations donned on her. He was having a nightmare. She reached out to touch him but stopped. She didn't know what to do. She didn't know how to help him. Greg had always been able to wake her up without triggering her memories, but she didn't know what to do. Her heart twisted as she reached out, being careful not to touch him.

"Greg…Greg, it's me breath you're alright, you're safe." Greg opened his eyes.

"Ally." He said, pulling her tight. His breaths were coming in gasps.

"sh…sh, you're fine. I'm here." Greg looked at her.

"All I can see are his eyes." Alison closed her eyes.

"I know." Turning the light on, she sat up. Greg rested her head on her lap. "Breath. You're here with me. You're safe." She repeated over and overrunning her fingers through his hair.

"I'm sorry I woke you." Alison smiled, kissing his head.

"I have woken you up almost every night since we've been married.

You've been through a lot. It might be a while before we both can sleep through the night." Greg laughed, looking up at her.

"What a pair we make." She leaned over, kissing him.

"The perfect pare."