A/N: Just noticed that this has been the wrong chapter sorry about that. Please let me know if I do that in the future.
Greg leaned over the body, taking pictures.
"Oh man, it's you," Danny called out to him. Greg looked up at the sound of Danny walking over to him.
"What's that suppose to me." Danny rolled his eyes.
"Like you didn't know." He looked at Baez. "This Jocker let Al make Sunday dinner 2 weeks in a row. I thought she had gotten better at cooking, but these cravings of hers have proved me wrong. She made roast chicken with mayonnaise last time." Baez twisted her face up, looking at Greg.
"I thought that you helped Al when she was cooking." Greg rubbed the back of his neck.
"I got off a long shift and fell asleep. Don't worry, Linda is supposed to cook the next two weeks." Greg took another picture. "But don't tell Ally I said that."
"How far along is she anyway," Baez asked.
"32 weeks," Danny said, causing Greg to smile, turning back to his work.
"Why do you know that."
"Because Al sends Linda updates every week."
"Be honest, Danny, the whole family, is taking bets on if it's going to a boy or a girl."
"Oh, what are the stakes." Baez asked.
"Dishes until the kid says his first word," Danny explained.
"He talks I thought I was until they could sit up. But hey, you guys want to do dishes for 6 months, go for it." Greg laughed.
"Enough chitchatting. What can you tell us about the vic." Danny said, shifting the conversation back to the case.
"This is Steve Jameson. He was the 34-year-old lawyer at Laurance and Malcolm. He was having dinner with his soon-to-be fiancée when a man walks up to the table and kills him."
"Soon to be," Baez asked, walking around the table.
"Apparently, the ring was on the dessert, but they never made it past the appetizers." Greg pointed over at the waiter who was standing by the kitchen door.
"Do we have any suspects?" Danny looked over the body. Greg lowered his voice.
"That's the thing he was the thing do you remember that drug cartel we took down. What was it 4 months ago." Danny let out a deep breath. The bad memories apparently still too fresh.
"What does this guy have to do with that."
"Apparently, he was representing one of their supposedly legitimate companies in the city."
"Legitimate," Baez said, raising her eyebrow.
"The DA is bringing a case against the company next week, but our vic got a conscience and backed out."
"You think that this was a hit by them." Greg looked around them.
"I think that it's going to be a long week if it's not."
Alison sat in the nursery, screwing together the changing table or the crib. She couldn't really tell. Unfortunately, Greg had set the instructions somewhere in the house and couldn't find them. So she was flying blind.
"Al, are you upstairs?" Linda called out from downstairs.
"Yeah, in the second room." She rubbed her hand over her stomach, wincing slightly when the baby kicked, stretching some of her scars.
"Al, I thought you and Greg were going to finish this room two weeks ago." Alison groaned, rubbing her back.
"We did, but we had a long week." Linda put her hands on her hips.
"Allison, it's the end of May. You are due in July."
"That's why you're here. I got Greg to set everything out. I just need someone to lift the things once I put them all together." Linda sat down next to her.
"So, how are you doing." Alison handed her over a screwdriver.
"I'm still sick most mornings, but since Mac moved me to the lab, it hasn't been that bad. My scars are being pulled in directions that they shouldn't.
"What about your meds." Alison looked down at her hands.
"I'm able to take some of my meds but not all of them. So on top of being pregnant, I have to deal with some of those side effects. But only 8 more weeks."
"That was how I felt with Sean. Don't worry once you hold the little girl, you won't think about any of this." Linda said, lifting the changing table into position.
"Nice try, but I will neither confirm nor deny if this baby is a girl or a boy. But I hope you're right about me forgetting. Right now, it doesn't feel like I will." Linda's phone rang, and she stepped out into the hallway. Alison looked at her watch. She needed to get to the lab in a few hours. Messer was still out, and Mac needed someone to work the shift with Stella. Linda walked back into the room.
"I'm sorry, Al, I have to go." Alison tilted her head.
"What's going on." Linda grabbed her bag.
"Oh, Danny is going to be working late, so I have to switch shifts." Linda helped Alison to her feet so she could walk out with her.
"Something tells me Greg is going to be giving me that same call in a few minutes." Linda shrugged her shoulders.
"That's what we get for marrying cops." Alison smiled, rubbing her belly.
"I wouldn't change it for the world." Linda smiled.
"Neither would I."
Greg walked into the apartment with Hawkes.
"So Danny left us to do the dirty work." Greg took a picture.
"He is following another lead. Adam was able to find that our vic also owned this apartment. I talked to his fiancée, and she didn't know anything about it." Hawkes pulled out his camera.
"Well, this will be fun." They looked through the apartment, taking pictures as they went. They hadn't found much. He clearly wasn't living in this apartment. Greg walked back over to his case, putting his camera inside of it.
"Hawkes, can you hand me my flash." He held out his hand. But was met with silence. Turning around, he found Hawkes being held back by 2 men with his mouth covered. A tall man with a short black beard walked up to Greg. They had apparently entered through the balcony while they had been working in the office.
"Why hello, Detective Sanders. Why don't we have a little chat."
Alison walked quickly down that hallway, trying her best to keep her heart rate steady. She opened Stella's office door.
"Al, I didn't think that you heard. I called Mac, and he's on his way in." Alison froze.
"Heard what." Stella walked over to her.
"Greg and Hawkes are missing." Alison took a step back, clamping her mouth shut. "They were looking at the Vic apartment. They were supposed to check in with Danny. When he couldn't get a hold of them, he went by to look for them. Alison, their cases were there, but they weren't." Alison closed her eyes, letting out a slow breath. Trying to fight back the panic that was setting into her. Taking a deep breath, she looks at Stella.
"My water broke." The calming expression that had been on Stella's face vanished.
"But you're not due yet." Alison breathed through a contraction. Stella seemed to snap out of her shock, taking Alison's arm.
"I'll call Mac back and see who can come in. And then we can call Erin or Linda to meet us at the hospital." They started walking toward the elevator.
"Linda's at work. She changed her sift for Danny." Alison leaned against the back of the elevator letting out a slow breath. "So do they have any ideas where Greg is." Stella leaned against the wall next to her.
"Danny thinks it's someone involved with the homicide he is working on. It might be connected to the restaurant shooting and Danny's house getting burned down." Alison nodded.
"So they have leads."
"Yeah, they will find him by the time we're at the hospital." Alison smiled.
"Thanks. I just want everyone to be safe and Healthy."
Jamie Reagan ran up the ranks with Eddie close behind him. Everything was going horribly wrong, but he couldn't think of it not now.
"Jamie, there's Flack." Eddie pointed to the main command center where Mac was talking to Flack. There was a flurry of activity going on around them. "Do you want me to go with you?" Jamie looked at his partner.
"No, but Thank you." She smiled, grabbing his arm.
"I'll be waiting to hear from you." Jamie nodded. Taking a deep breath, he walked up to Flack and Mac. They had found the location where Greg and Hawkes were being held, but it had turned into a full-blown hostage situation.
"Reagan, here to help get Sanders out of another mess. Danny is looking to see if he can get access to some more security cameras." Flack called out. Mac, however, saw through the cold expression on Jamie's face.
"Jamie, does this have anything to do with Alison?" Jamie closed his eye, shaking his head.
"No, Linda." Flack and Mac's eyes shot behind him. Jamie and flowed their gaze where Danny was standing.
"What about Linda." Danny called out. Jamie moved to get closer, but Danny took a step back, shaking his head. "No, what's wrong, Jamie." Taking a deep breath, Jamie met his brother's gaze.
"Linda was in an accident the transport chopper she was in crashed." Danny stiffened, bracing for the rest of the news.
"Is she alive?"
"She's in surgery, Danny. It doesn't look good." Danny didn't wait, turning and running for the car. Jamie looked back at Flack and Mac.
"We'll get Greg out of this. You go help your family." Mac called out.
"Thanks," Jamie called, running after Danny. He grabbed his arm.
"I have to go to her." Jamie clapped his brother's arms in a stiff grip.
"I know Eddie, and I are going to take you." Danny took a deep breath nodding. They ran in the direction where Eddie was to wait for them. Thankfully she had grabbed the car, and they were able to slide in and get on the road in no time at all.
"The boys," Danny asked through gritted teeth.
"Erin picked them up. She and Dad, and Grandpa are already at the hospital. Nicky is on her way. Jack picked her up from her class." Erin's Ex-husband was finally helpful.
"What about Alison." Jamie closed his eyes.
"She's with Stella." Danny turned to look at Jamie, forcing him to answer. "She's in labor Danny." His older brother pinched the bridge of his nose.
"But Greg is being held hostage as we speak, and she's early."
"I know."
Greg leaned up against the wall next to Hawkes. He was doing his best not to move. His ribs were defiantly broken. Perfect.
"So, do you know what they want," Hawkes asked. His right eye was too swollen to open.
"Considering everything, I think that this definitely has to do with drugs Danny got from them."
"Figures your brother-in-law would put us in here." Greg shrugged his shoulders then winced.
"I would be more conserved if it had been Jamie. The idea that he would do something that would result in this, you know your days going bad. Beside Danny is probably out there with Flack trying to get us out of this mess as we speak."
"How do you think Alison is handling things." The corner of Greg's lip turned up.
"I'm hoping she doesn't have to hear about how my day went until I can tell her myself."
Alison started at the doctor, trying to process the information that she was giving her.
"You mean that I'm going to have my baby before my husband gets here. Or the rest of my family." Stella was standing next to her waiting for Erin or Linda to get here.
"I'm most likely." Alison took a deep breath, slowly letting it out. She turned to look at Stella.
"Could you call my family again and see if someone can get here." Alison could feel the tension in her build the longer she sat in this room. "Best case scenario I give birth, and the baby goes to the NICU for a few weeks." The doctor nodded.
"Yes." Alison closed her eyes.
"Alright, then let's get this baby out."
Stella walked over to Lindsey and Messer, taking a cup of coffee. Messer moved his wheelchair so he could more easily look at Stella.
"Alison definably having the baby today. Any news on Greg." Lindsey closed her eyes.
"Mac was able to talk to Hawkes on the phone. It sounds like they have both been put through the wringer. Mac couldn't tell him about Alison or Linda." Messer explained.
"How could this day go so wrong so fast," Stella asked.
"I talked to Erin. They are still waiting to hear about Linda. They don't want to add more stress for Alison." Stella shook her head.
"Of all the people, why did this have to happen to Alison. She doesn't like hospitals. Having to come back to the hospital to see her own child is going to be near impossible." Lindsey nodded.
"I wish that Erin would come, but Alison can read her too easily." Stella nodded.
"I can stay with her. You two keep in touch with Mac and Erin." Messer nodded, heading down the hallway.
"Stella, are you sure that you want to stay with her. You could keep in touch with Erin, and I could stay with Al." Stella shook her head.
"No, I have known Alison since I was in the academy. I have to do this for Joe." Lindsey nodded, not mentioning anything about the middle son. Everyone knew that Stella had dated him almost 23 years ago. Stella moved to a different department, and the distance got the better of them. How would her life be had if she hadn't made that one choice? She would be a Reagan, and everything would be easier. Lindsey grabbed Stella's arms, pulling her from her thoughts.
"Let me know if you need a break."
"Thanks. I let you know how Alison and the baby are doing."
Greg leaned agains Flack as they walked out of the building. Flack had rescued Hawkes and him. Mac ran up to him.
"Sanders, we need to get you to hospital." Greg waved him off.
"Only a few broken ribs." He didn't try to stand on his own, knowing that his knee wouldn't be able to support him. Flack to the place of the officer and Mac leaned in closely.
"Alison had to deliver the baby." Greg's good leg gave out, but Flack held him up, and Mac came around to the other side helping him. "They are both fine. Alison has to stay in the hospital for a few more days." Greg's mind was trying to process everything that was going on, but it couldn't seem to focus on anything but that Alison was alive.
"What about the baby." Mac smiled.
"He had to stay in the NICU, but the doctors say it looks good. He's bigger than they thought he would be, so that's good." Greg nodded, getting into the car. Flack shut the door and saw Mac and him having a conversation before Flack ran around to the diver's side and pulling away.
"What was that about." Flack swallowed, keeping his eyes on the road.
"What was what." Greg tried to take a deep breath, but his ribs protested.
"What was that conversation you had with Mac. I assumed he would be the one taking me to the hospital considering he's my boss, and you should be taking reports on the hostage situation."
"I want to meet your son, who I voted was going to be a boy, by the way." Greg rubbed his knee, trying to get the tension out of it.
"No, something is going on. This was Danny's case, so why wasn't he at the scene trying to get me out of there. Something happened, and you are trying to find the best way to tell me." Flack cursed, shaking his head.
"Fine, but know that I wanted to tell you sooner." Flack took a deep breath. "Danny wasn't at the scene because Linda was in an accident." Greg's head snapped up at the as implications started clicking into place.
"Is she going to be alright?"
"That's why Mac didn't want to tell you yet."
Greg took a deep breath before opening the door into the NICU. Alison was sitting in a wheelchair necks to a container hooked up to several monitors. Greg held his breath as he walked over to her. She had one hand inside the container, a little hand-holding onto her finger. She looked up at him.
"Hey, look who finally decided to show up." She whispered at the container. Greg sat in the chair next to wincing as he moved. He set his crutches against the wall. He looked at the little form in the container.
"He's perfect." Alison smiled as he reached over, touching his small foot. It was a full smile. It reminded him of the one that was in the old pictures from when she was a child, before everything that had happened. At this moment, there was not darkness and pain filling her mind. She was completely safe and happy.
"I think that we should flip the first and middle name. He looks more like an Ethan Joseph to me.
That way, if he wants, he can go by E.J." Greg nodded, looking at his hands.
"Ethan Joseph Sanders, I like it."
"Good, Ethan and I already decided, so I'm glad you're on board." Greg pressed his lips together, not wanting Alison to see them trembling. She was happy he couldn't let that smile slip away, not again.
"I sent Erin a text to let her know that it was a boy. I'm still surprised that she wasn't here or any of the family. I know they can't come in here, but still." Greg nodded, looking down at his son. "Greg." He turned, looking at her. She reached her hand out, and he took it. "What is wrong. Stella told me about what happened with you and Hawkes, but there's something else." Greg blinked back tears.
"Alison, Linda was on a transport chopper. It crashed. She didn't make it through the surgery. The family wasn't here for you because they didn't want to tell you until after Ethan was born." At that moment, the smile that had been in her eyes was gone. She slowly nodded her head processing the information.
"Did Danny get to say goodbye?" Greg took a deep breath.
"No, no one did."
"Oh. Have you seen them?" Greg shook his head.
"No, I wanted to see you two first."
"Will you go see them." Alison said, a small tear slipping down her cheek. He took her free hand.
"Yes, but I'm going to stay here with the two of you for a little longer."