Alison walked over to Baez and Danny.

"What do we got." He asked her.

"Ah, Sally Jeffries. She's lived here for over 40 years. She was shot."

"Any gang affiliation." Baez asked.

"Her son is an engineer down in Virginia." Danny walked back over the door.

"Someone had to kick the door in and shot her." Alison looked up at that.

"Oh no, when the officers got here, it was bolted and chained shut. They had to kick it in." Danny and Baez looked at each other.

"What about the windows." Baez asked.

"All the screens were in, but there was a mark on that one." She pointed over her shoulder with her pen. Danny pulled the blind back.

"That looks like an entry point." He said, looking at the small hole in the screen. "Hey, I think I just found a lead." He and Baez ran out of the apartment. Alison shook her head, looking over at Adam.

"Is the Corner here. I'd like to get her out of here before it gets too hot." Adam looked up from his phone.

"Yeah, they're 5 minutes out. Hey, have you seen this?" He held out his phone for her to see. It was a caricature of her Father calling him a Nanny." Alison smiled.

"Yeah, they sent it to the whole family this morning." Adam shook his head.

"I don't get it." Alison zipped up her bag.

"My dad caught a cop smoking and texting while on a beat. Both against the rules. Then he littered. My dad called him out on it, and he didn't like it. This wasn't the first and won't be the last. This guy just happens to be an artist too." Adam glanced at the officers at the door.

"Doesn't it make you mad?" She raised her eyebrow.

"If I got made at every nasty email I got regarding my dad, I would never rest."

Greg pulled up to Linda and Danny's house. He glanced in the back of the car where Jack was sleep. Greg wished he could be anywhere other than here. Turned off the car, accepting his fate. He got out, walking up to the house, leave Jack in the car. He knocked on the door, and Linda answered it.

"Greg, what are you…" He held up his hands, and fear filled her eyes. "Is it Danny?"

"No. Now before I tell you. I want you to know that he's alive and safe." Linda took a deep breath relaxing.

"What is it." Greg braced himself.

"Jack cut school today with some of his friends." Linda opened her mouth, but Greg continued because this story only got worse. "They went to a party at a girl named Cali's house. They had a few beers, and now he's sleeping it off in the back of my car." Linda pressed her lips together, shaking her hand.

"That boy. How did you find out?" Greg crossed his arms.

"I told Jack, Sean, and Nicky if they ever need a ride, Alison and I would get them home safely. Ally and figured it might be easier for them to call one of us than you in a case like this." He looked at her trying to gauge her response. "We don't want them doing anything like this, but we really don't want them not feeling like they can call someone." He met her eyes, the anger building. "Alison doesn't want them walking home alone." Linda pinched the bridge of her nose, nodding.

"Thank you, Greg. Can you help me get him inside?"

"Sure thing."

Alison walked into the apartment. It had been a long double. Danny had gotten the gang member that had fired the gun that killed the woman. It was now in the DA's hands. He tossed her bag by the door spotting Greg's cane.

"Greg, your home." He kept forgetting to take it with him when he went to help Flack on the house.

"Couch." He called out. She walked over, finding him lying on his back, reading a book. There was an ice pack in her knee. She bent over, kissing him. He smiled up at her. "I love you."

"I love you too. What did you do to your knee this time? Rundown a purse snatcher." She had discovered since she returned just how often Greg choose to ignore his knee for a few minutes of excitement only to not be able to walk the next day.

"Jack called me today, drunk at a party. I had to get him to the car then help Linda get him into his room." Alison sat down on the couch next to him, setting his book on the table.

"How did Linda take it." Greg stretched his arms above his head, yawning.

"Not well, but I didn't stay long. The last thing I want to do is to get in the way." Alison ran her hand through his hair.

"Yeah. I just…" Her phone went off. She pulls out her phone. "it's Danny. Hello…." She held the home away from her ear, wincing as his yelling could be heard from the speaker. "I think Danny got home." Greg rolled his eyes, grabbing his melted ice pack and heading into the kitchen. "Danny, I cant listen to you when you're shouting at me like that." She called into the receiver. There was a pause, and Alison risked putting the phone u[ to her ear.

"How could you and Greg do something like that." Alison watched as Greg pulled her dinner out of the oven. Only half-listening to Danny. She knew what she was going to say, and it would shut Danny down. She let him yell. Greg limped back over, handing her food over.

"It's going to get cold." He whispered to her. She held a finger up.

"I was walking home completely sober and was abducted. I would rather have you mad at Greg and me than the idea of one of them walking home drunk or worse, driving home drunk." Greg flinched slightly. He didn't talk about his parents that much. His parents being killed in a car accident, however, made this a sensitive topic for him. Danny's yelling stopped, and she was met with silence. "See you Sunday." Alison hung the phone up, leaning back into the couch, taking a bit of her food.

"He should have called me if it bugged him that much," Greg said, picking his book back up.

"Danny just needed to blow off some steam. I think the case jut finished had him on edge, and the thing with Jack put him over the edge."

"How was the case?"

"It was a kid barley Sean's age."

"Those are some of the worst. How do you think he and Linda are going to handle it." Alison shrugged her shoulders around a mouth full of food.

"If it were me, I would ban them from having any friends, but I recognize that my opinion is a little off." Greg kissed her forehead.

"I think that we should just lock them in a tower, and they can let their hair down when their prince or princess arrives."

"That's if you don't chase all the princes and princess away."

"You're right. They're never getting out of the tower."