Greg walked into the police station. Mac had sent him to see if Danny needed any help. They had found some more of Thomas's victims.

From the report, he heard the total was sitting at 22 victims and four states. Danny smiled at the sight of him.

"Good someone with some scene for a change." Baez was out this week at a training conference.

"There are so many departments crawling all over this case. I don't know what to do with them." Danny stood, walking over to the board. "They found the field of bodies because of a tip." Greg shook his head.

"The report said the last sighting was on a train in pen station two weeks ago."

"That's right; it will be easier for me to catch him. Do we know who was actually on the boat when it exploded?" Greg flipped to the back of the file.

"His mother." Danny shook his head.

"He must have thought she cooperated with Baez and me." Greg nodded.

"Syd also talked to the other medical examiners, and they all confirmed that the bodies found were consistent with Thomas Wilder's pattern."

Danny and Greg leaned over Adam's shoulders, staring at his computer screen.

"You know I'm not going to get the information any faster the closer you stand to my screen." Adams's voice shook.

"You're going great, Adam," Greg reassured him. It had been a hard transition for Adam taking on more of Alison Job in the computer lab.

"I got him." Adam pointed at the screen where Thomas was standing at the counter.

"Good job," Danny said as his phone rang. "Who is this." Greg watched as Danny grew pale. He covered the mic looking at Adam. "It's Wilder trace this." Adam nodded, pulling up the software. Danny put the phone on Speaker so Greg could hear it.

"You've been Busy detective." Thoma's voice filled the air.

"I'm gonna find you," Danny growled out.

"You've more than enough time to find me. And because of your ineffectiveness, unfortunately, now someone else has to die." Greg clenched his jaw, not wanting to say anything."

"What do you say, I and you get together have a little talk." Danny held his breath.

"Just you and I, You insult me." Greg pinched the bridge on his nose.

"Wilder, listen to me."

"Hold on." Thomas's voice grew distant. "Hi um, I'm just wondering, is that a Pomeranian?"

"Uh yeah." A woman's voice replied.

"She's so cute." Greg turned, walking over to the whiteboard. Wilder continued to talk to the woman. "Listen, I got to go." The line went dead.

"Did you get anything," Danny asked Adam. He shook his head. Danny slammed his hand on the table. "We gotta get him."

Greg sat at the dinner table. Thomas had killed the woman from the phone. It wasn't long before the conversation drifted to serial killers. They were talking about how famous one had been caught.

"Ted Bundy got caught running a stop sign," Frank called, outpointing his fork at Danny. Greg was struggled to swallow his food.

"Maybe that's how you'll catch Wilder," Jack said, taking a roll from the basket.

"Well, most criminals are stupid, Jack. They make stupid mistakes. Now, Wilder, he's…" Greg pushed the food around his plate. He felt sick. The serial killer that took her had gotten away. Mac and Flack said they were still looking into the case. But she was still gone. Frank cleared his throat, pulling Greg out of mind. "You know, maybe we should talk about something else." He could feel the family looking at him. He took a bit of his food.

"How about we talk about Nicky's new cop boyfriend." Sean chimed in. Greg cloaked on his chicken, and Henry slapped him on the back.

"Sean," Linda called out.

"What? That's what you said." He protested. Greg smiled, taking a sip of his water.

"It's fine. I know it's the elephant in the room." Nicky said, looking down at her food. "Thank you for that, Uncle Jamie." Greg looked at his brother in law.

"Hey, it's no big deal," Jamie said, smiling.

"Apparently, it is to you guys." She looked over at Frank. "Sure, you've already checked him out."

"Not Me." Frank protested.

"Mom's already tried to nonchalantly ask about him about five times."

"I asked once." Erin defended, looking over at Greg.

"You're all freaked out, which is pretty ironic, considering that 6 out of 10 people around this dinner table are in law enforcement."

"I'm not freaked out," Frank said, holding up his hands.

"I'm freaking out just a little bit…A cop," Danny said around a mouth full of food.

"What's wrong with dating a cop," Nicky asked.

"Nothing, as long as you know what you're getting into." Linda chined in. "You know the constant worry."

"Crazy hours, The high pressure, The mental-physical toll. High divorce rate." The family all chimed in.

"Okay, this is why I don't tell you guys anything," Nicky said in frustration. "We're not getting married. We're dating as you old people call it."

"Yeah, but even just dating a guy in the uniform. It's not like dating a regular person with a regular job, which is stressful enough. It's a cop. It means that dating them is impossible." Danny said.

"You two make it work, and what about Greg and Alison."

"To be fair, Alison and I were..." Greg slammed his mouth shut, closing his eyes, taking a deep breath. "Are both cops." He looked at her. "But that just means both of us have to live with the idea at one of us might not make it home." the table was silent.

"I think we should just butt out," Frank said, smiling over Nicky. Henry patted Greg's hand, lowering his voice.

"She's alright. She'll come back to us. I can feel it." Greg nodded his thanks, not trusting his voice.

Greg walked into the station, but Danny ran past him.

"Where are you headed?" He turned, running after him.

"Wilder, he said he was after my family." Greg got in the car next to him. They pulled up to Danny's house and got out, running into the house.

"Linda!" Danny called as he looked around for them.

"Danny outback," Greg said, pointing. They headed to the back yard where Linda and the boys were playing.

"Danny Greg, what are you to doing her," Linda asked, walking over to them. Danny breathed a sigh of relief, hugging his wife. Turning, he looked at Greg.

"I don't understand. He never lies." Greg shook his head, looking around the back yard then froze. The color draining from his face. He looked at Danny.

"He goes after 18 to 22-year-old female." Greg grabbed his arm. "It's Nicky. He's after Nicky." Linda covered her mouth. Danny and Greg bolted for the car.

"Go to Dad's house," Danny called over his shoulder. Greg hopped into the front, tossing his cane in the back.

"If anything happened to her." Danny gripped the wheel.

"She is going to be fine." Greg kept saying as they drove toward her school.

"How can you say that. You have seen what he has done to the other women." Greg slammed his hand on the dashboard

"Don't you think I'm concerned about her? We don't know if he has her." They pulled up to the college and were greeted by an officer who was sent to look for her.

"We couldn't find her. She went to do laundry, and all we found was this." They handed over a newspaper that had Danny's face circled.

"He got her." Danny took a few steps back. Greg looked at the cops.

"Did you get anything on the cameras?"

"Yes, Sir, he was wearing a cop uniform and stuck her in the back of his car." He handed over a piece of paper. "We already sent in the license plate." Greg nodded, walking over to Danny.

"We got a lead." A car pulled up, and Erin ran over to them.

"Tell me it isn't true." Her eyes were wide with fear. Danny walked over to her. Erin shook her head. "No…No." She repeated. Danny pulled her into a hug. "I can't lose her too."

The three of them walked into the parking garage. Greg limped, having left his cane in the car.

"Detective Reagan." A young cop called out, running over to them.

"Who are you?"

"I'm Officer Cormac Phillips Nicky's boyfriend." He matched the picture Greg had pulled up for Erin when she first found out about him.

"Have you heard from her?" Erin asked, having composed herself.

"We were supposed to meet for breakfast. She told me to meet her here." Greg looked at his watch.

"When was the last time you talked to her."

"7:52," He replied.

"That's less than an hour ago," Erin said. Danny and Erin turned, heading toward the crime scene. Greg patted the young cop on his shoulder.

"We'll let you know if we hear anything," Greg said before joining the others. Danny's phone started to ring.

"It's Nicky's phone," Danny said, pulling it out.

"I'll call Adam and see if he can track it," Greg said, pulling his own phone out.

"Hello, Detective," Wilder said.

"What do you want, Wilder?" Danny did his best to keep his voice even.

"Things have gotten more interesting, I think." Erin covered her mouth to keep from saying anything.

"I know you got Nicky; just tell me she's alright."

"She's fine for now." Danny closed his eyes.

"Look, you want to get back at me. You don't need her to do it, okay? She's not like me; she's an innocent kid. You don't have to hurt her."

"Would you like to speak with her?"

"Uncle Danny." Nicky cried out.

"Nicky, don't say anything."

"I'm near Beach…" She screamed.

"Nicky…Nicky," Danny called out, but the line was dead.

"What happened." Erin pleaded.

"Adam tracked her phone to Beach Channel Road," Greg said. Danny nodded, and they headed to his car. Erin got in the back, moving Greg's cane out of the way.

"What are you doing," Danny asked her.

"What do you expect me to do." Danny looked over a Greg, and he gave a nod.

"Alright, but stay in the car."

They pulled up to the location Adam gave them.

"Erin, call for back up." He and Greg got out, pulling their guns. They walked over to the car that Nicky had been put in.

"I'll pop the trunk," Danny said, opening the driver side door. Greg got into positions. The trunk opened, and Greg lowered his gun at the sight of Nicky. He leaned over, scooping her up in his arms.

"I got you." He repeated over and over, and he limped over to Erin. She helped him lower Nicky to the ground.

"Are you okay?" She asked Nicky taking the tape off her mouth.

"I'm okay." Nicky sobbed. Danny bent down next to her.

"Listen to me, how long ago did he leave you." Nicky gasped for breath while Greg cut the tape on her hands and ankles.

"Five ten minutes." Greg and Danny got to their feet.

"Keep your eyes open and keep your hand on that gun." They headed into the field. Greg was doing his best to keep up with Danny. Wilder came into view, and they slowed.

"You found me," Wilder called out to them. "Very good detectives."

"You messed with the wrong family," Danny called back.

"This may be true. But I needed a challenge." He took a step closer to Danny. "Been waiting for you to get here."

"Don't take another step forward!" Danny called out.

"You know the most exciting part of all this? We will be inextricably linked together, you and I. The serial killer and cops. We're a lot alike. You're good at what you do, too."

"I'm nothing like you. Now keep your hands where I can see 'em." Wilder moved his hands slowly behind his back.

"Now you shoot me, and I have a gun you killed me in self-defense. But what if I don't have a gun, Detectives."

"Move your hands again. I'm gonna shoot you." Danny called out.

"Then, everyone will say you shot an unarmed man." Danny's gun lowered slightly. "See whether I live or die, I'm going to be with you forever.

I'm never leaving the inside of your head." Wilder swung his hands forward. Greg dropped him before he was able to get a shot off. Danny looked at him, nodding before walking over to the body. They could hear Erin and Nicky calling in the distance. Danny kicked Wilder's gun away from him before checking his pulse.

"Is he gone," Greg called out. Danny nodded, walking over to him.

"Thanks," Danny said. Greg turned, and his knee bucked, but Danny grabbed him. "You're gonna want to ice that." Greg rolled his eyes.

"Not till we make sure Nicky's alright."

Greg sat at his office desk. A large ice pack on his knee. Mac had stuck him behind the desk while they were reviewing the shotting. His eyes landed on Alison's desk. It hadn't been touched since she was taken apart from a few files that were needed. He knew that someone would have to move in eventually. But Mac hadn't forced him to pack her things up yet. There was a knock on the door. Hawkes poked his head into the room.

"Hey, you look like someone that needs to talk to someone." Greg snorted, gesturing for him to take the empty chair.

"I heard about Nicky. How is she doing." Greg adjusted the ice pack.

"The doctors cleared her. Thankfully he didn't hurt her, but it's going to be a while before Erin let her out of her sight."

"What about you? it couldn't be easy going through that."

"I was glad I was able to be there for them, but that look of fear in Nicky's eyes when I opened the trunk." He shook his head, trying to banish the image. "That will stay with me."

"And Alison…" Greg ran his hand through his hair.

"Nicky was shaken after she was taken like Linda was a few years ago."

"It's perfectly normal for them to respond that way." Greg met his friend's eyes.

"Then what hell had that monster put my wife through for her not to responded like that when she was taken with Linda." Realization dawned on his friend.

"that's what's bothering you, seeing how they both responded and not seeing her do that."

"And wonder what it will be like when we find her."