Alison and Greg walked into the small apartment. It was a dump.

"There's a blood void."

Alison said, taking a picture.

"There's a spent shell over here." He flashed his light on it. "9 mills."

Alison looked at the body.

"It looks like he bled out quickly." Greg looked around them.

"Yeah, then how did blood get all over the room." She followed the light of his flashlight. He was right. There was blood everywhere. "Possible fight before the kill shot."

"Maybe some of this blood belongs to the person he was fighting." Greg walked over to one of the bookshelves.

"All of these books are of world-ending plagues, biological disaster." Something about the body caught Alison's eyes, and she bent down closer.

"This is just a wall of paranoia."

"Uh, Greg." Alison did her best to keep her voice even.

"Yeah." He said, not turning around.

"This guy was sick."

He turned around, looking at her.

"What do you mean."

She jumped back from the body, her mind racing.

"I mean, don't touch anything. I'm going to call the CDC." Greg walked over to her, getting between her and the body. "His eyes have you ever seen something like that." She said, flashing her light on his eyes. Greg bent down, being careful not to get too close.

"Yeah, in biology textbooks."

He said, noting the strange color and blood coming from them. He looked up at her. "Viral epidemics." Alison pulled out her phone.

"That's what I was afraid of." Greg looked around the room.

"Pathogen could be in all of this blood." He stood up, getting closer to her. "it could be airborne." Greg watched as she made the call in. Her body was shaking. "Let try not to panic." He said to her. She took a deep breath nodding before talking into the phone.

"Possible hemorrhagic fever one VIC." She looked up at Greg. "Two others may have been exposed."

Greg sat in the small isolation bubble next to Alison's drop. They had been showered and put in white pants and a gray shirt while they waited for the results. Mac stood in front of the plastic separating the two cells from the rest of the hospital section.

"We might not know for a few days if you're infected." Alison pulled her arms around her body. Greg wished they were in the same cell so he could hug her.

"Does my Dad know?" She asked, looking at Mac.

"Yes, he has been briefed.

We are trying to determine who the assailant was in case he could be infected too." Greg looked at Alison.

"We uploaded our pictures, but all the other evidence is gone from the decontamination process."

"Don't worry about that.

Syd's doing the autopsy right now. And Messer and Hawkes are looking over the images you took." Mac turned to leave then stopped. "I know it's easy for me to say, but try not to worry; we'll handle everything." Greg nodded, looking over at Alison. She was staring off into the distance.

"Thanks Mac, try to keep us in the loop."

It had been a few hours, and a doctor finally showed up with an update for them.

"We have identified the pathogen." Alison looked over at Greg. He gave her a reassuring smile. She smiled back before looking at the doctor. "It's called the Ebary viruses. It's a blood born filovirus viruses." The doctor took a deep breath.

"Tell us," Greg said.

"It replicates at a staggering rate in the host cells, causing hemorrhaging."

"Are there treatments?"

Alison asked the doctor looked over at Greg.

"Nothing affective.

It has a rapid incubation period.

If you experience fever, nausea, mussel soreness." Greg held up his hand, stopping them.

"The fatality rate."

"85%" Alison covered her mouth. "I am sorry." The doctor turned, walking away. Alison sat on the bed in her cell, and Greg did the same.

"Well, what do we do now."

She ran her hands through her hair.

"What if we're infected." Greg scooted his bed closer to the divider.

"We were careful, Ally. We're going to be fine." Alison shivered, and Greg looked at her. "Are you cold?" Alison smiled, looking around the room.

"I'm used to wearing my hoodie. This scratchy t-shirt is just not going to cut it." She rubbed her scarred wrists. She didn't like her scars being out in the open. Greg smiled at her.

"I think you look beautiful." She looked over at him.

"That's not what I was thinking about." Greg raised his eyebrow.

"Ally, your rubbing your wrists." She took a deep breath looking around the room.

"It's hard this room is small…" Greg looked around them.

"I'm sorry I wish I could do something to help." She pulled the blanket around her shoulders.

"I hate that you're here, but I'm glad that you're here."

"Clock's ticking, Ally."

Greg said, staring at his laptop.

"It's your move." Alison started at the chessboard on her laptop. Greg thought that it would help keep their minds off where they were. She looked up at Greg.

"What if it's starting.

An epidemic. What if today was the last normal day. How quickly everything changed." Greg looked over at her.

"What if we booked a trip to Scotland." She titled her head. "This will just be motivation for a vacation. Somethings good is coming, I can feel it." She smiled at him.

"Is that really what it takes. Something like this to get us out of town." Greg smiled at her.

"Ally, you are stalling."

She stuck her tongue out.

"Can you blame me? You have won the past seven games." Greg laced his fingers behind his head, spinning in his chair.

"What can I say? That's what you get for playing against the captain of the high school chess team."

Greg glanced over that the tv in the corner. The News had spotted the CDC coming out of the apartment building where they had found the VIC.

"It's a good thing the city hasn't started to panic. Dad is probably doing his best to keep everything under wraps." Alison stood up, walking closer to the Tv, her back to Greg.

She didn't respond to him rubbing her forehead. "I can turn this off if it's bugging you, honey. Why don't we call Henry and see how he's doing. We don't have to finish this game."

"No…No, it's fine. We can call him in a few minutes." Greg got to his feet, getting closer to the barrier. He could see sweat forming on the back of her shirt.

"Ally, are you alright."

She dropped to the ground. Greg moved to grab her, but the barrier prevented him. "We need a doctor here." He called out, trying to get Alison's attention.

Alison slowly opened her eyes. She had an IV bag hooked up to her. She moved to sit up, but her body was too weak.

"Hey, honey." She looked to her left. Greg's face right next to hers, only the barrier separating them.

Her bed had been moved next to it, and he was sitting on his chair looking at her.

"What happened." He smiled at her.

"You are a little dehydrated. They're running some tests on your blood right now to make sure it isn't the pathogen.

Do you have any other symptoms?"

Alison laid on her back, resting her forearm on her head.

"I don't have a fever, but my stomach is a little upset." Greg nodded.

"Do you think you could eat something?" Alison turned on her side, so she was looking at him.

"I don't think so."

Greg nodded.

"Get some sleep. I'll wake you when the results come back."

Syd walked up to the cells where Alison and Greg were being held. The IV had been removed, and she was drinking some water.

"Hey Kids, I asked if I could tell you the news." Alison looked over at Greg, their faces growing pail.

"This can't be good."

Greg whispered out. Syd held up his hands.

"You are both clear the viruses were dead before you entered. There are no other cases." He opened both of their bubbles. "You are free to go." Greg ran over to Alison, hugging her.

She got out of bed, heading toward the exit.

"Wait then, what was wrong with me. I feel like I'm dying" Syd stopped looking back at them.

"Nothing, you're just pregnant." Alison and Greg froze, looking at each other.

"I'm not pregnant." Syd smiled, handing over a file.

"From what we can tell, you're are around six weeks." Greg stepped in front of Alison, looking at her.

"Are you alright?"

Alison looked up at him; her eyes fill with shock.

"You were right."

Greg bends over, looking at her.

"What was I right about."

Alison smiled up at him.

"Something good is coming."

Greg kissed her, wrapping his arms around her spinning her around.

"Alright, you two, you could stay in here another day, or you could get out here and see your family.

They have been waiting." Greg set Alison down.

"I love you." Greg kissed her again. She smiled at him.

"I love you too."