Greg was working in the lab on the Limo case. The door opened, and Mac walked over to him.

"Greg, we got the results on the DNA. Its an unknown female and a sibling match on the other one.

"Really, who." Mac handed over the paper. Greg looked at the name, his hands growing cold.

"Andrew James," Greg said. He was the brother of the boy he killed.

"Listen, I have to take you off the case." Greg opened his mouth to say something, but Mac stopped him. "Listen, the city paid out 2.3 million in the settlement. This could end your career if it's not handled properly. I know they shouldn't have done that. You did the right thing, but this is the world we live in." Greg stepped back, taking his coat off.

"Alright, you'll have to retest everything." Mac patted him on the back.

"It just a formality Greg, you did nothing wrong no matter what the city thinks."

Greg stood behind the glass listening to the boy talk. He wasn't supposed to be in there, but he felt he needed to see him. The last time he had seen him was when he tried to run him and Alison down in the parking lot.

"I didn't her kicker out of that limo." The words got his mind spinning. Greg walked out, spotting Lindsay. She had taken over most of the case for him since he and Alison couldn't.

"Lindsay and I have an idea." Lindsay looked were he came from.

"You observe the interrogation. If Mac caught you." Greg raised his hands.

"Well, I'm still off the case. Besides, I just happen to be listening, and I heard Aaron say that he didn't kick the girl out of the car." Greg said as they walked through the precinct.

"You want me to check the body," Lindsay said, following his train of thought.

"Well, bruises get more distinguished as the body decomposed, so just see if there's anything we missed," There was a commotion at the receptionist desk. When he looked over, he spotted Mrs. James. She marched over to him, ignoring the receptionist protest.

"That's the man I'm looking for." She got up in his face. "Taking one of my boys wasn't good enough now. You've got to take both."

Greg tried to back up, but his cane got caught on a chair. He would have fallen back if Lindsay hadn't grabbed his arm to steady him. "What did we ever do to you?" She pleaded out at him.

"Mrs. James, I don't have anything against you or your family." She threw up her hands.

"Then what is it? Is it about the money? Then take it! I just want my boy back." An officer walked over to her, pulling her back.

"Mrs. James, you need to calm down," Lindsay said, keeping her voice low.

"I'm not talking to you." She screamed, cutting her off. Greg closed his eyes.

"Well, you're going to get yourself into trouble here." The officer looked at her.

"Ma'am, you going to have to leave." She looks at Greg.

"Sure, protecting the nice cop from the mean lady." The officer started pulling her down the hallway toward the waiting room.

"You own me." She called out as she went. Lindsay looked at him.

"Are you alright." He didn't respond, taking his cane. He made his way down the hall after her.

"What do I own you?" He called after her. She waved her hand, dismissing him.

"Yeah, like you don't know." Greg continued after her. Thankfully his gate was large even with the cane he could keep up with her.

"I'll tell you what I know that Demitius was a Killed." That stopped her in her tracks.

"And Aaron…Aaron made the decision to hang out with Drops. He made the decision to do drugs and to bring that girl into the limo… That's not on me. It's on him and you." She turned, looking at him. He braced himself for a punch, but instead, a small tear slipped down her cheek.

"Aaron is all I have left." With that, she turned at walked away, leaving Greg alone.

Greg stuck his meds in his bag, placing them his desk drawer before locking it. He eased down in his chair, looking at his knee. Bouncing the cane on the ground. How long was he going to have to deal with this? The doctor didn't think that he would ever be able to fully get rid of the limp, maybe not even the cane. He was just glad that the doctor was able to take him off the stronger pain meds. He had never had a problem, but he also didn't want to risk it.

"Erin tells me you requested the DA to go easy on Aaron James," Mac said, leaning on the door. Greg looked over at him.

"Yeah."

"He's getting a suspended sentence. Released on his own recognizance." Mac walked into the room. "If his brother hadn't died, would you have done the same?" Greg took a deep breath.

"I don't know. I just, uh…" Greg looked at him. "You think it's wrong?" Mac smiled at him.

"It doesn't matter what I think." Mac stood up, leaving him alone. "It matters what you think of yourself."