Alison sat on the counter, looking over Greg's new book. It wasn't published yet, but his Agent had sent over a few mockups for the cover. She reached over, grabbing her mug of coffee. She liked their new place is far bigger then they would generally be able to afford. But the murder caused the price to drop. Alison glanced over the old brick walls and vaulted ceilings, smiling. This was their home. She heard the front door lock click, and she froze. Glancing at the set of knives next to her on the kitchen island.

"Al, it's me," Jamie called out as he oped the door. She relaxed, shaking her head. At some point, since they had moved in, almost all of her family had let themselves with their own key.

"Was it you or Danny that copied my key." Jamie walked over to the fridge pulling out a soda.

"It was Gramps." Alison rolled her eyes.

"I should have known. Now, what brings you by tonight besides eating my food." Jamie sat at one of the bar stools.

"I ran into Greg on my way out of the station with Edie, and he said you were by yourself tonight." Alison looked at her older brother.

"I have been by myself before. Now, what is it." Jamie ran his hand through his head.

"How did it work with you and Greg going out. Since you work together." Alison shut Greg's book with a thump.

"Oh…" She smiled. "Does this have anything to do with Edie." Jamie rolled his eyes, standing.

"Forget, I asked." Alison reached forward, grabbing his arm. Jamie looked down at it. This was one of the first times she had initiated contact with someone in the family.

"Please stay, I'll talk." Jamie slowly sat back down, and Alison released his arm.

"It's different at the lab. We don't have set rules as you do. Sure Dating coworkers is frowned upon but not a set policy." She looked at Jamie. "If you like Edie this much, then you should talk to her about it."

"But what if we can't be partners anymore?" Alison's phone rang, and she pulled it out.

"So, things are worth the risk." She answered. "Hey, Mac. I thought you were at that dinner with my dad."

"The blue flue started. I'm calling you in." Alison looked over at Jamie.

"I'll be there a soon as I can." She hung the phone up, getting to her feet.

"What's up? I thought you were off tonight." She grabbed her bag off the chair by the door.

"THe blue flue broke out, and Mac needs me to go in." She stopped by the door, looking at him.

"Think about what you are willing to lose with Edie. Her as a partner or her a wife. Be sure to lock up when you leave." She turned shutting the door.

Greg walked up to the fundraiser Hawkes was carrying his bag.

"You know it might be faster if you used your cane." He said, noting the turtle pace that Greg was walking.

"I don't need it," Greg growled.

"Yeah, that might work with Messer and Flack but not with me. You forget that I'm a Doctor. And from the looks of it, you still need it. It's in the car I could go get it. you might be up three steps by the time I'm back." Greg glared at him, then smiled.

"Why don't you go ahead? I'll be right behind you."

"Sure, by the time you get in the building, the trial for this case will be long over." The two continued to argue as they made their way into the building. Greg's limp making him wish he taken up Hawkes offer to get his cane. But he hated the thing it made him feel week. He started filling out the paperwork while Hawkes look over the victim. Greg glanced at the crowd around them, spotting Erin talking to Stella.

"Where's the Commissioner," Hawkes asked, catching Greg's gaze.

"Back at his office sorting out this flue. And the death of this guy. The deputy mayor." Stella walked over to them, holding up the police tape. She moved to hand it over to Greg, then stopped looking at his leg. Rolling, his eyes grabbed it out of her hands.

"I can do that." Greg caught the exchange of concerned glances between his two friends. "You know you're both worse than any of my in-law. You mother me like you have nothing better to do." Stella gave him a pointed glance.

"That's because Reagan's never mention anything. I dated Joe for a few years, and he got shot once and never said a word to his family." Hawkes shook his head.

"Did they know." Stella laughed her mind off in the distance.

"Yeah, they all knew they just never talked about it. Of course, Mary was all over Joe, but the rest of the family was not talking about it." Greg laughed.

"Yeah, Ally's mentioned how her mom would get so mad at how no one ever talked about those things," Greg said, postponing having to put the police tape up.

"But I have met some mob families less loyal than them."

"The Reagan's are an institution at the PD you mess with one, you mess with them all," Hawkes said, taking a picture of the victim.

"Then why do you mess with me," Greg asked.

"Because You're our family."

Alison typed on one of the computers next to Adam. She passed over the container tissues after he sneezed again.

"You are the only one I know who actually gets sick when the blue flue breaks out. Why don't you go home? I'm sure that Mac wouldn't mind." Adam waved his hands.

"No, I can't let him down like that. I'm sorry we have to share a lab." Alison pulled up another security camera. They weren't going to get anywhere with this, but she wanted to be thorough.

"It's no problem better me than Lindsay." Adam nodded, turning back to his work. Lindsay was pregnant, and Adam was nervous that he was going to get her sick.

"She's getting enough heat today with Messer getting the blue flue today." Adam's computer went off. "Looks like the eyelashes I pulled off the balloons at the crime scene belong to a relative of the deputy mayor." Alison turned looking at him.

"Well, his son was at the party, but why would his eyelashes be on it."

"From what I found, it looks like he might have ripped them out. Maybe he has dermatillomania."

"Yeah, but that also means he's our prime suspect. There is no way those lashes would have stay on long after transfer. It doesn't take a lot of pressure to cut the blood flow off." Adam blew his nose.

"I'll go, tell Stella."

Greg sat in the break room, his foot upon the chair next to him. Hawkes walked in, grabbing a cup of coffee. Greg moved his leg opened a spot for him to sit.

"No, don't move." Hawkes held up his hands, leaning against the counter. Greg moved his leg back, wincing slightly. "You alright." He pointed with his mug.

"It's fine. I'll ice it tonight. What about you?" Hawkes pressed his lips together.

"I had to testify for Messer, and the case got thrown out." Hawkes took a deep breath. "I just don't get it. We have a Job." Greg tilted his head.

"I married into the Reagan's. I'm not getting into it." Hawkes walked over to him.

"But you are here. And Alison came in, doesn't it bother you." Greg took a sip of coffee.

"No, because I'm doing my job. If they feel so strongly about it, who am I to stand in the way. I think ruff having cases thrown out, but I'm going to do my best to help keep up our end. Even if that means working overtime." His phone went off. "Speaking of which got to go get my results." Hawkes helped him to his feet.

"Where's your cane." Greg rolled his eyes.

"In my office where I'm headed. Honestly, you're worse than my mother ever was."

Alison walked into the apartment, flopping on the couch next to Greg. There was a large ice pack on his knee. He looked down at her.

"You know you left the balcony unlocked." Alison shot up at that, her eyes wide. He held up his hands, calming her. "I checked the house. No one is here, and nothing was taken." She relaxed back into him, but he could feel the tension in her shoulders.

"I would have never thought it was possible." Greg smiled running his hand through her hair.

"You have a lot on your mind. Are you feeling any better." Alison smile looking up at him.

"No, but considering the long week and the fact I had to work with Adam, and he had the flu, I'm not surprised." Greg smiled.

"To think the week that the blue flue breaks out is the same week Adam actually gets sick, and because we're so short staff, he can't even get the time off." She smiles.

"Yeah, and he so kindly passed it off to me. Just hope it doesn't take me down like it did him. I think I saw Mac giving him a ride home." Greg shook his head.

"Good, that poor kid did a lot. Do you want me to make you some of my world-famous soup." Alison buried her face in his shirt.

"Not right now, I think I'm going to take a nap."

"Oh, and I've just been drafted as your pillow." She smiled up at him.

"There's nowhere I feel safer."