Danny walked up to the crime scene, his heart pounding in his ears.

"I hope you brought some bug spray." He tried to joke with Baez, but it felt hollow. Ducking under the police take the victim came into view, and he let out a breath he hadn't know he had been holding. It wasn't Alison. She had been missing for a week, and there were no clear leads.

"She looks to be about 18." Baez said as they got closer.

"Yeah, what's she doing out here." Danny looked around them at the forest. "Whoever did this must have brought her. Look at the bruising and scrapes. She's posed, and her necks broken." He shook his head.

"I don't see a wallet or a purse anywhere," Baez said, looking at the ground.

"Hey, Reagan," Messer called out to them. Danny looked over, spotting Messer and Stella walking over with cases.

"You two get this one." Stella looked down at the girl.

"We thought it might be best if Greg didn't work this case." Danny didn't know Greg had gone back to work yet.

"Alright, you to start taking pictures. We're going to have a look around." He turned, heading deeper into the woods. The brushed was thick, making it difficult. A noise filled his ears, making him pause. It sounded like bugs swarming something. Looking around, he stopped. Thick in the brush was another body.

"Baez!" he called out. She walked up next to him, stopping at the sight. "We got another one." He continues in another direction while she got the new scene roped off. He had only gone a few paces when the sound of bugs filled the air again. "Don't let anyone get any closer." He called out to his partner.

"What is it?" She asked.

"We got a Killing field.

Frank walked through the large Ballroom. How had he been roped into this?

"50 feet and we're out of here." He said over his shoulder to Garrett.

"Commissioner." Someone called out, trying to get his attention. He smiled but carried on. He wanted to go home.

"Erin and the Mayor at 9:00," Garret said, stopping him. He glanced at the door one more time before heading over to say goodbye to his daughter.

"Hey, Dad." She said, forcing a smile on her face. The two of them had been doing it all night. Only a few people knew that Alison was missing. Garret had been able to keep it out of the paper. "Mayor's telling me I should put my applications in for Judgeship." Frank looked at the Mayor.

"Really?"

"Well, she's smart, she's fair, experienced."

"And she looks good in a black robe." Erin blushed.

"And she'll bring diversity to the bench." The Mayor added.

"Well, I'd still need approval from your advisory comity." Erin pointed out. Frank watched as the conversation went back and forth. Erin was good at playing politicians, something he never cared to learn.

"Well, I better get going." Frank smile, patting Erin on the shoulder.

"Night, Dad." Erin smiled up at him from her seat.

"You should bring Alison next time. I'd love to meet both of your daughters sometime." The Mayor called out. Garret looked at him. Frank turned back to the table, pressing a smile on his lips.

"I'll do." he gave Erin's shoulder another squeeze before turning and walking away.

Mac sat in his office, looking over the evidence to Alison's case. He had spent countless nights poring over this file. Now he was doing it again after 10 years. Flack walked into his office, handing over a cup of coffee.

"I can't believe that we are back here," Flask said, looking at the board.

"That's right. You were Joe's partner at the time", Mac said, looking back at him.

"Yeah, I still remember the call. We had just stopped a deli to get something to eat. His phone went off, and he was going to let it go to voicemail since we were on the job, but I told him to go ahead. I'll never forget that look on his face." Flack shook his head, grabbing a file to look at.

"How did he handle it," Mac asked, putting another pin in the map.

"Not well, he and Alison were close. Granted, all the Reagans are close. Joe and I helped her move into the dorm that year. I'm sure you know that Frank was busy with other things." Mac turned to look at him.

"Where were Danny and Jamie." Flack shook his head.

"Jamie was working at a large law firm and couldn't get the time off, and Danny was busy with a case. So since Joe and I had the day off, we volunteered to help her. She was a sophomore and couldn't wait for classes to start." Flack shook his head. "Mac, what are the chances that she's going to come out of this alive," Flack said, looking at the other victims' pictures.

"I don't know he let her go last time, so maybe he will let her go this time," Mac said, making a note.

"But he shot her the only reason she lived was that she was found before she died," Flack asked. Mac looked through his notes.

"A construction worker happened upon her in that abandoned building. There was a doctor's office across the street. That's the only reason she made it to the hospital alive. We looked into both the construction worker and the doctor but never found a connection. They both fully cooperated. I never like the timing. It all seemed too much of a coincident." Flack let out a deep breath.

"Alison's memory of what happened is so fragmented that she could never give us a clear picture of what he exactly did to her. All we have is the speculations of her doctors." Flack flipped to the page with her medical history on it.

"Was there any connection to the other victims." Mac pinched the bridge of his nose.

"No, how can a man kill 8 women and do what he did to Alison and not leave any trace." Flack shut the file.

"Do you think this has anything to do with the fact that they moved?" Mac paused for a moment.

"Do I think it's a coincidence that Alison is the taken a month after she and Greg move into their new apartment. No, she was finally fully moving on, and I don't think he could handle it." Mac looked over to one of the labs where Greg was working. "I hope she isn't too broken when we find her." Flack smiled, following his gaze.

"Everyone thought she was last time. But he changed her. All we have to do it pray he can do it again."

Greg walked out of the M.E.'s office. His case confirmed accidental death. Tragic but not murder. The door into the hall opened, knocking his cane out from under him. His knee gave out, and he fell hard on his bad knee. Sucking in a deep breath, not moving.

"Greg, man, I'm sorry." Danny bent down next to him. "Are you alright." Greg kept his eyes closed, not able to look at his brother-in-law.

"Yeah, just help me up." Danny grabbed his arm, lifting him to his feet. Greg got his cane back into position, relieving the pressure off his knee.

"What are you doing here, Danny," Greg asked, trying the change the subject.

"I got a possible serial killer, and Syd is going to tell me if I'm right." Greg nodded he had heard Stella and Messer talking about it.

"Let me know if you need any help." Danny smiled.

"Sure thing."

Danny walked into the CSI lab after talking to Syd. He waved at Messer and Lindsay, walking over to them.

"Hey, you to got anything." He asked, looking at the files in their hands.

"No, sorry, still trying to get trace off the note he left you on the latest victim," Messer said.

"How are you doing with Alison," Lindsay asked. Danny gave a small smile.

"I'm fine. Erin isn't handling it well, but no one in the family is." He looked up, spotting Greg working in another lab.

"What about Greg? How is he." Danny looked back.

"Hawkes is working with him; it's a small case, not a lot to deal with, only enough to keep him busy," Messer explained to him.

"Keep an eye on him for me. This is a lot he wasn't here when she was taken." Danny said, watching his brother-in-law work.

"Why detective Ragan if I didn't know any better, I would think you cared," Messer said, patting him on the arm. Danny shrugged him off.

"He's married to my kid sister. If he falls apart before she gets back, then she will kill me." Lindsay smiled, walking over to him.

"I know Alison would appreciate this. Don't worry about Greg. You just focused on your family. We got him." Danny turned to walk out of the lab.

"He is family, " Danny said before heading out to talk to his serial killer's possible surviving victim.

The conversation at the dinner table was muted.

"Nicky, can I get another piece of that Chicken," Sean asked.

"Well, how many have you had?" Sean looked at her.

"Why?"

"Because Uncle Danny and Uncle Greg haven't eaten yet, and I want to make sure there are leftovers." She replied. Erin looked over at the empty seats next to Sean.

"Leftovers of who," Jack asked.

"For me, wait till you see what college food tastes like." Nicky smiled, causing the family to laugh.

"There's more in the oven," Henry explained. "Give it over." The door opened, and Danny walked into the dining room.

"Hey." He called out to his family.

"Hey, Dad." Sean and Jack said in unison.

"Sorry, I'm late." He took his seat next to Linda.

"How's the case going," Henry asked, causing the family to grow tense. Frank gave Henry a look. "The one with the college girls." He clarified.

"Fine." Danny curtly responded. Frank looked at his son.

"Maybe we should just leave it at that." Danny nodded his thanks.

"Is Uncle Greg coming?" Sean asked Danny.

"No, he has to work today," Danny replied, glancing at the rest of the family. Greg wasn't ready to see them all together without Alison. They all understood where he was coming from. But that didn't make it any less painful.

Danny's phone went off.

"Baez, what'd ya got for me." He pulled out of his parking spot.

"We got a potential guy for our serial killer. He's in real estate." Danny's heart started pounding.

"Do you have an address." She gave it to him. He was about 20 minutes away.

"Wait for me, Danny." She said, right as he hung the phone up. He was going to get this guy before he hurt another girl. He got to the location before Baez. Breaking a window to get into the house. Pulling his gun, he slowly made his way through the house. Opening the door to the basement, he was greeted with cello music. The room was empty. On the far side of the wall was a set of pictures. They were of the college girls he had killed. Opening a closet, he found the missing girl lying on a cot. Her mouth was covered in duct tape.

"I'm a cop. I'm going to get you out of here." He said, trying to get her to relax. The fear in her eyes looked all too familiar. Pulling out his radio, he called for help. The girl started to scream louder. He turned just at the killed hit him in the head, knocking him out.

Danny slowly came to as the killed was tying his hand up.

Kicking him in the stomach, Danny lunged for his gun. But the guy wrapped the rope around his neck. Danny hit him in the ribs with his elbow throwing him over his shoulder.

The killer got to his feet, hitting him with a hammer in the arm. They fell through a temporary wall hitting the ground hard. The girls scream, filling the air. They got to their feet, the killer grabbing a wrench swinging at Danny.

He dodged the first swing, but the second one hit him in the side of the head, knocking him to the ground. Danny watched as the killer ran up the stairs leaving him and the girl behind.

Greg ran down the hall of the hospital, ignoring the pain in his leg.

Pulling the curtain back, he was greeted by Danny lying in the bed. His arm and head bandaged. Linda Erin and Frank were already there. Frank nodded at him. Greg lowered his cane, putting his weight on it.

"Sorry, he got away," Greg said, walked to the end of the bed. "Will you live?" Danny smiled, not able to laugh.

"Broken bone a few stitches, no big deal."

"Two broken ribs and 28 stitches." Erin corrected.

"You're such a girl," Danny said.

"Take it from me. It sounds like you need a few days off." Greg said, holding up his cane.

"I'm glad you're fine. But I'm not." Linda said, fighting back the tears. "I'm going to call the boys. They need to know you're going to be okay." She walked out, leaving the room in silence.

"Is the girl going to be alright?" Greg asked, looking at Frank.

"She's with her family." Greg nodded, letting out a sigh.

"I'm sorry it's not Alison," Danny said, looking at him.

"I know. Thank you, Danny. Feel better." Greg turned to leave.

"You know that we're here if you need us," Danny called out to him.

"I'll see you around."