Alison slammed the refrigerator door shut.
"Goodness, what did the milk say to you this time," Stella called out, tossing her trash in the waste bin. Alison looked at her.
"Angelo came by my dad's office the other day."
"Angelo?" Stella took a sip of her coffee.
"Joe's Angelo." Stella choked on her coffee, and Alison ran over to pat her back.
"I'm sorry Stella, I shouldn't have said anything." Stella waved her hands.
"I dated Joe when we were in the academy and our first year of being cops before I got transferred to Brooklyn over 20 years ago. We lost touch, but when I started working here at the lab, we reconnected, but he was dating Angelo, and I had other things on my mind." She reached at the locket around her neck, shaking her head. "Anyway, what did Angelo want."
"She invited my dad to the wedding and, by extension, the entire family."
"That was nice of her."
"Yeah, but I haven't seen her since Joe's funeral."
Alison walked into her Dad's house. It was late at night. Greg was working a double, so she thought she would spend the night in her old bed. She felt conferable sleeping alone in the apartment finally, but Greg was still a little nervous, so when she knew he would have a long stressful shift, she would stay here. There were raised voices coming from the dining room. Alison tossed her bag on the floor, heading in to join them. Erin and Danny joined her Dad at the dinner table.
"Hey, Al Coffees hot." Her Dad called out. She walked into the kitchen, where Henry handed her a cup.
"I hate diplomatit imunity." He said with a wink. They joined the others at the table. Alison is pulling her knees to her feet.
"I'll look into child services and see if they can do anything about the kid. But other than that, my hands are tied." Erin said as Frank pulled out a letter.
"Angelo is getting married." He said, handing the card to Erin before passing it to Henry and Danny. Alison didn't bother to look something was bugging her about this whole thing. Her Dad had called her before telling her the other, and she couldn't figure out why.
"This is clearly not the invitation to a shotgun wedding, so why wait so long," Danny said, pointing out the detailing around the card.
"Maybe 'cause it's not her idea," Frank said. She laughed.
"Are we just going to gloss over the fact that Danny noticed the stationary?" He rolled his eyes at her.
"I'm just saying I didn't really want to go there, but she's marrying a cop." Erin grabbed the car out of his hand.
"So"
"So it would be a major win for a regular old cop to have the P.C. come to his wedding. I mean, he could take photos with all the Reagans and the P.C. and post 'em online looking like we're all buddies. I'm sure his bosses would sit up and take notice." Herny looked at Danny.
"You really think so."
"I kinda hate myself for thinking it…" Frank cut him off.
"No, it crossed my mind. It actually didn't just cross it, it uh pretty well stuck there." The silence filled the table. Erin finally breaking it.
"You really think we're being played." Frank looked over at Alison.
"What do you think."
"I think there's a chance." Her words were cold. Dowing her coffee, she stood up. "I'm going to bed its been a long day. Let me know what you decide." They all glanced at each other before saying their goodnights.
Greg walked up to the restaurant.
"Have you ever eaten here?" Hawkes asked, pulling out their cameras.
"You kidding its way too expensive what about you."
"A few times, I think that they overcook their steak."
"Doctors saleraly right. It must be nice."
"Not anymore, my friend, remember," Hawkes said, handing over the camera. They enter the main dining area, and Greg froze. Jamie and Edie stood by the far wall talking to a pair of officers.
"Hey, you start taking pictures" Hawkes followed his gaze.
"Sure thing." Greg walked over to Jamie but stopped at the lead detective.
"Any issues with me being here." The detective followed his gazes to Jamie.
"No, this is straight forward. We're done talking to him, so you can. They will probably get commendations for this." Greg nodded, walking over to Jamie.
"You alright." Jamie looked over at Eddie, who was still talking to an officer.
"Yeah, just glad we were here."
"Why were you hear I thought you and Eddie preferred the O'Mally pub."
"We do, but this is where her boyfriend was taking her." Greg looked around the mostly empty room then stopped a man and a woman sitting by the bar.
"Right," Greg patted his shoulder. "He looks shaken. I'll let you get back to that. Glad you're alright."
"Thanks." Jamie started walking toward Eddie then stopped.
"Don't tell the family about this." Greg raises his eyebrow.
"Odds are someone already told them."
Alison sat next to Greg at the table.
"The quiche is delicious, Pops," Linda called out.
"Thank you."
"Thought real men don't eat quiche," Danny said with a smile.
"You can call it bacon egg and cheese pie." Erin lowered her fork rolling her eyes.
"Real men don't say "real men don't eat quiche." Sean passed Alison the salad.
"What's wrong with that."
"It's considered sexist." Nicky answered him. Frank leaned back in his chair.
"Save the name-calling for later. Actually, "Real men don't eat quiche is the title of a book that pokes fun at male stereotypes like that one."
"Do we have that book?" Alison asked Greg. He whipped his mouth, shaking his head.
"No, I gave it to Messer as a white elephant."
"Yeah, well," Jamie started. "That book might be from the '80s, but stereotypes like that I think are alive and well."
"How's that," Henry asked.
"Eddie's new boyfriend just broke up with her because of the takedown at the restaurant. He couldn't handle the fact that she was a cop."
"Didn't he already know she was a cop?" Danny said around a mouth full of food.
"He knew, but it's more like she's a woman who carries a gun and knows how to use it and once he saw her in action…"
"But that wouldn't bother you," Nicky asked.
"It doesn't bother me." Greg said, smiling at Alison.
"That's because I will always be the better shot." Alison teased, causing kissed her cheek.
"Yeah, and I will always be able to reach the top shelf." Frank smiled at them.
"This Happened to you in reverse with Sydne. Didn't it." Jamie blushed. He didn't talk about his ex that much.
"Yeah, she had a problem with me being a cop and not a lawyer."
"Which means that they are not the right person for you, and you should count your blessing that you or Eddie didn't marry them," Linda said.
Greg knocked on the door to the closet. Alison ran her hands over the front of her blue lace dress.
"Wow, you look beautiful." She looked at him through the reflection.
"You look beautiful too." Grabbing a pair of heels, she moved to pass him.
"Are you alright?" She forced a smile.
"Yeah, but we're going to be late, so we need to leave."
"Ally." She closed her eyes, letting out a breath.
"I forget." She looked down at her hands. "I forget that he's gone. Then something like this happens, and I'm reminded that Joe died. He didn't get to see me married. He will never see our kids. This wedding is just another reminder." Greg gently pulled her into a hug.
"I know Ally, and I'm sorry." She shifted, pushing him back.
"Don't make me cry, or we will be really late." Greg held out his arm, and she took it.
"It's a wedding you're supposed to cry."