Alison stood across from Syd as he pulled out the foot that had been found earlier that day.

"What do yah got."

"Degree of decomp puts the time of death between 6:00 and 9:00 last night. Mercifully the dismemberment came later. Perhaps the killer thought it would be easier to dispose of."

"Any idea what he used to cut him up," Alison asked, looking at her notes.

"There's lateral movement at the incision bordered by these jagged punctures."

"Maybe I can give you a hand," Lindsay said, handing over a bag.

"Found in a storm drain fave blocks from the foot." She explained.

"I'll take a look at it. See if I can get a fingerprint off of it." He turned, walking back over to the table.

"Hey, what about my questions," Alison called out.

"Read my report." He called back to her. Alison turned to look at Lindsay.

"Well, you stole my autopsy." Lindsay smiled.

"I'll buy you a cup of coffee." Alison rolled her eyes.

"Considering the long shift ahead, that sounds like a good trade-off."

Hawkes walked into the lab where Alison was working.

"Hey, I got the chainsaw." He handed over a tablet. Alison looked it over. "The teeth around the blade caused the taring around the edge." Alison shook her head.

"Well, Syd was able to get an ID on the vic. Is a coach at a local high school. I found some illegal photos on his computer. Flack is looking into seeing if he can ID any of the kids." Hawkes shook his head.

"I'm starting to see why this guy was chopped up." Alison nodded.

"Yeah, I'm looking into a few of the kids on his team that were sent an email from him the other day. Were you able to track any of the buyers of that saw." Hawkes took the tablet back.

"Not yet, but I'm thinking that I might look into the wood that was found in some of the wounds. That might help me narrow down the location."

"Good, let me know if you find anything. I think Lindsay and Stella when to talk to the wife."

Greg took a picture of the victim on the floor of the interrogation room.

"You know I would have through Danny Reagan to be the one to cause a suspect to kick the can. Not Flack." Greg lowered his camera, looking at the door where Mac was talking to him.

"He says he didn't do anything. Pitty, he was a suspect to that case Alison is working." Messer placed another marker taking a picture.

"Yeah, but IA is going to be all over this no matter what."

"Syd will have to tell us was the official cause of death is but burning around his mouth make me thing poison." Messer opened the mouth to make sure there wasn't anything inside it.

"No burning on the inside of his mouth. But he's got a big old welt on his head." Greg pulled his cane out so he could move to a better spot to take a picture.

"It looks like he has another mark on his arm." Messer adjusted his shirt.

"Maybe a thumb. Flack might have grabbed him when he fell." Greg made a note on his chart.

"I don't know how this is going to affect the other case." Messer stood up stretching.

"Knowing our wives, it won't."

Alison slammed her phone down, causing Lindsay to jump.

"Woah, what's got into you." Alison pinched the bridge of her nose, trying to fight the headache.

"That was Mac the vic that Flack was bringing in with Angle died before they were able to get his statement." Lindsay looked up from her microscope.

"That can't be a coincidence. Was mac able to give you anything."

"he said that the kids were taking an SAT prep class at the time of the murder to that rules him out." Lindsay held up her hands.

"Well, there is something."

"Yeah, something." Lindsay set her pen down.

"What's with you today." Alison raised her left eyebrow. "You have been in a mood ever since we got this case." Alison took a deep breath.

"It's these cases. I know we have had them before. It just feels different this time." Lindsay smiled at her.

"Because you are thinking about having kids." Alison's eyes shot up at that.

"What…What where would you get that idea." Lindsay smiled at her.

"Oh, I don't know, maybe because you didn't know I saw you and Greg at the team 4th of July picnic and the way you and he were looking at Sean and Jack made me start to suspect." Alison waved her off.

"We are just talking." Lindsay nodded her head.

"I understand I'll keep it to myself." The lab door opened, and Hawkes walk through the door.

"Hey, Alison, the computer report you were running on the main system is done." Alison turned to her computer, pulled up the report.

"This doesn't make any sense." She squinted at the computer. Erin was right; she did need glasses. "From the looks of it, all the pictures came from one internet search, and his firewall was breached." Hawkes walked over, standing next to her.

"By Who." Alison scrolled further down the output.

"Todd Fleming the kid Flack brought in. What did you find?" Hawkes smiled.

"The sample sawdust is from the Fagus Sylvatica, which is indigenous to Flushing Queens. Which could be where our killer lives or where he set up shop." Alison turned back to her computer.

"It looks like a Kyle Shariden meets those requirements."Lindsay pulled out her phone.

"I'll call the guys."

Alison walked into her father's house. He was cooking dinner at the stove she walked over, giving him a quick hug. He kissed her on the top of her head.

"I heard you had an interesting case." Alison hopped up on the counter next to him.

"The coat got was tilled by one of his player Dad. He saw the email and killed him. The only problem was that his son and the kid that died at the station were the ones that sent the email. They were trying to get him fired." Frank nodded.

"How's Flack holding up." Alison pulled a spoon out of the draw, tasting the soup.

"Better know that he's been cleared. Syd discovered that he OD on antidepressants. Greg went with him and Mac to the Hockey game." Frank added some salt.

"I was wondering what brought you by. I thought you were getting better at cooking." Alison smiled.

"I am, but why would I eat dinner alone when I could have a meal you and Gramps."

"Well, you can come and eat with us whenever you want."