"Greg, do you have seen Ethan's blanket," Alison called as she ran down the stairs.

"No, but I have his truck. That should be fine. What time did Frank say the blackout was going to start." He asked as he held up the toy before setting it next to his night bag. She ignored his question glancing over at Ethan, who was playing with his toys in the living room. "It will be fine, Ally. Nicky said she would watch him this week while you and I are busy at the lab." Alison nodded her head.

"I know. I just wish that these blackouts weren't happening. It going to take us a week to get back to our normal schedule." Greg laughed, zipping up the bag.

"I know what you…." The lights went off. Alison froze in front of Greg's office.

"Mommy," Ethan called out. His disappointment in the lights turning off filling his voice. She went to go comfort him, but her legs didn't move. The neighbor's music seemed to get louder as their bass made it hard to hear anything. It was taking forever for these lights to come back on. Greg should have found a flashlight or something to bring a little more light to the darkness. Her skin was starting to crawl. A firm hand grabbed her arm and clamped a hand over her mouth. He had her. How had he gotten into the apparent did he cut the power. Alison struggled against him. She was not going to let him take her this time.

"Alison, it's me," Greg called out. It sounded so loud since he was on the other side of the room. He would never know that she was taken. The light would come back on, and she would be gone. Ethan would never see her again. Anger burned through her. She couldn't let that happen, not this time. Alison felt him favoring one side, and she used it to her advantage. Swinging the head back, she hit him in the face. Sparks flashed in her eyes, but she didn't have time to think about it. She stomped on the foot that she was favoring. Using the momentum to pull out of his grip. She heard him drop, but she didn't care. She needed a weapon. He would keep after her until he was dead. Alison froze as her hands touched the knife block. He was dead…Danny had killed him. She saw him die. Turning back in the direction of the attacker, she titled her head. Who was after her? A small hand slipped into hers. The loud bass seemed to suddenly cut out.

"Mommy." Ethan was crying. She bent down, picking him up. He wrapped his arms around her neck.

"What's going on." She stammered out, trying to figure out what was going on. Her voice was suddenly horse and seemed like she couldn't catch her breath. Where was Greg?

"You were screaming, Alison." Greg's voice called out. It seemed like it was through gritted teeth.

"It as scaring Ethan I had to do something… I'm sorry."

Greg stared at the body of the dead woman on the couch. He wasn't looking at her, though. His mind was filled with the fear, shame, and hurt that filled Alison's eyes when the lights went back on.

"Hey, Earth to Sanders." Danny said, waving a hand in front of his face. Greg shook his head, shoving images out of his mind.

"Sorry, Danny, what did you ask?" Danny eyed him, choosing not to comment on the dark sunglasses he was wearing inside the apartment.

"So, we got nothing?" Greg glanced down at the report.

"Not much, sorry." Danny walked over to the body to get a better look.

"And let me guess that cameras couldn't see anything in the blackout, either?" Greg's mind started to drift again, but Baez cleared her though getting his attention.

"No, it was just as dark as the rest of the city."

"Shoes off and a glass of wine pored," Baez said, pointing at the side table. "Looks like she just got home from a long day at work." Danny turned back to Greg.

"We got a name yet."

"No ID on her and no phone." Baez leaned closer to him.

"Uh, there must be a name on the apartment." Greg nodded.

"There is, but it's not her apartment." He flipped to the last page in the report. "Name's Ben Wilson. Officers have him upstairs waiting for you." Danny nodded

"Good. Now, are you going to explain why you look like you had your bachelor party last night?" He asked to point at the sunglasses. Greg shifted, adjusting his crutch.

"None your business." Danny glanced at Baez tilting his head.

"Listen, you married my little sister, so it makes it my business." Greg held out a copy of the scene report.

"Not this time." He said before turning and walking out of the room. He gave Sid the signal that he could head in. He was not going to talk to him, not today, not about this."

Alison sat on the fake leather tan chair.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Dr. Kroger asked. She held her pen, ready to write down everything Alison said.

"No."

"Then why did you come here. You could have gone to work. You could have stayed home. What made you tell Mac you were going to be late today." Alison looked over at her. She opened her mouth then slammed it shut. "Take all the time you need, Alison. I want you to talk when you are ready." Alison looked over at the couch. The pillows had been neatly arranged. She noticed that it would alternate between two patterns depending on the time of day that she came in for a session. Both were orderly but different. Alison took a deep breath.

"Have I ever been triggered by darkness?" She asked, keeping her eyes fixed on the pillows.

"No." Dr. Kroger said, curiosity in her voice. "Not directly did something happen during the blackout."

"Yes."

"What happened." Alison shoved back the emotions from last night. Detaching her from the scene.

"The lights went out. According to Greg, I started to scream." She reached up, touching her sore throat. "It was scaring Ethan." She took a deep breath. She just had to get it out then she could stop thinking about it. "So, Greg grabbed me to try and get me to stop. It couldn't hear him. I thought that it was "him". All I could think about was his blue eyes."

"Blue eyes." Alison looked over at Dr. Kroger.

"I'm sorry, what?"

"You said blue eyes." Alison shook her head, laughing.

"I mean green." She smiled. "It's nice that I can finally forget something like that." Dr. Kroger nodded, writing something down.

"So, what happened next."

"I got out of his grip and ran for the kitchen."

"Why the kitchen."

"That's where we keep the knives."

"You had a gun." Alison's hands went cold at the thought.

"I couldn't use it." Dr. Kroger leaned forward.

"Why you thought that it was him." Alison closed her eyes.

"Because it wouldn't work."

"You were on your way to the lab for a long shift." Alison shook her head, pulling her legs up onto the chair.

"Because when he took me the second time, he had taken all the bullets out of the gun. I guess I thought that he did it again." Dr. Kroger nodded.

"So, what pulled you out of the memory."

"I don't know. I just remembered that he was dead."

"Was there a smell, a sound something that pulled you…" Alison shook her head back and forth.

"I don't want to talk about it anymore." Dr. Kroger held up her hands.

"Okay, what do you want to talk about." Alison looked up, locking her eyes with her.

"Am I a danger to my family?"

Greg logged the evidence while Lindsey put it in the lab's evidence locker. Like everyone else in the lab, she hadn't said a word to him about the sunglasses or the fact he was back on a crutch after just starting to use his cane again.

"So, how's the book doing." She asked, breaking the silence.

"Better than the ones I normally write." His publisher was thrilled with how well the book was received.

"I really liked it." She placed another box on the shelf. "Do you think that you're going to write another one?"

"Maybe my publisher really wants me to do another one." He marked the box's information down. "I don't know what case I would pick, though."

"You could have Alison pick." Lindsey paused in the middle of shoving another box on the shelf. Her eyes darted over to him for a second. Greg used the end of his crutch to push it the rest of the way before marking it down.

"That's a good idea." There was a knock on the door. Greg glanced over then froze at the sight of Alison.

"You know I forgot to get an extra marker for this," Lindsey said while heading toward the door. "I'll be right back." Alison gave a slight nod of thanks. She walked a little further into the room, still keeping about an arm's length away from him.

"How was it with Dr. Kroger?" Greg asked, hating the silence.

"She thinks that I might need to go back on some of my meds if the blackouts continue." Greg nodded.

"Are you working today?"

"She cleared me, but I can't be left alone. Stella is going to be working with me." Greg glanced behind her.

"Where is she?"

"In her office, so I could come to talk to you." Alison looked down at her hands. "I'm sorry. I don't know why I did that."

"We already talked about this, Alison. I already forgave you." She nodded, giving a small smile.

"I know. I just wanted to repeat it." Alison turned to walk away.

"Nicky called." She stopped looking back at him.

"She and Ethan built a fort in the living room. She promised him that he could sleep in there tonight." Alison's smile widened.

"Can't wait for Erin to see it." Greg laughed.

"It's huge. I sent you a picture."

"Thanks. I'll take a look at it."

Alison paced in Stella's office.

"You know I just got that carpet," Stella called out from behind her desk.

"What if I did pull the gun on Greg," Alison called out as she continued to pace.

"You didn't."

"But what if I did." Stella leaned forward in her chair.

"You were cleared for active duty. Right."

"Right."

"Dr. Kroger said you weren't a danger to yourself or your family, right."

"Right." Stella raised up her hands.

"Then what's the problem." Alison stood by the glass wall. She could see Greg working in one of the labs. He appeared to be running some DNA.

"The problem is that I blacked out, and I don't know why." She ran her hands over her shirt, feeling her razed scars. Stella got up, walking over to stand next to her.

"Alison, you have admitted to having gaps in your memory. I'm not surprised this happened, only that it took this long." Alison shook her head.

"But I've never had an issue with a blackout before."

"Maybe there was a sound or a smell."

"No lights went off, and I started to scream."

"And that's why Mac is having me work with you today, so if something happens, you won't be alone."

Greg sat next to Alison at the dinner table. He was still wearing his sunglasses. The bruising had thankfully started to go down, but it still looked terrible. No one in the family had asked him about it.

"Hey, Sarge, pass the rolls," Frank called out to Jamie. Jamie, however, didn't move.

"Hello, Sarge," Danny called out. When Jamie still didn't respond, Danny kicked him.

"What," Jamie asked, looking around in confusion.

"Dad wants a roll." Erin explained, glaring at Danny.

"Still not use to being called Sarge."

"Not at Dinner. Detective, Commissioner." Frank held up his hands.

"Okay, rolls, please." Eddie passed the rolls down to him.

"I got it." She spoke.

"So, I hear there's going to be another blackout this week," Erin said, taking a bit of her food. Greg could feel Alison tense up.

"The Mayor's having a field day about it," Frank said.

"How are things at the lab." Henry asked.

"Alright," Greg said.

"We have power that comes on, so our tests don't get ruined halfway through running them," Alison explained.

"Then how did you hit your face," Eddie asked. The table went silent. "What, his sunglasses aren't that big."

"Alison didn't during the blackout," Nicky said. Greg reached up, pulling his glasses off, and saw them all wince.

"Wow, Al, you really got him," Henry asked.

"Did you hear that the apartment owner came back clean," Danny said, trying to change the subject. He could tell that neither Greg nor Alison really wanted to talk about what happened.

"How did that happen." Eddie asked. Greg locked eyes with Jamie, and he gave a slight nod. This had something to do with Alison's past.

"We don't talk about it at the table unless Alison or Greg bring it up," Jamie said, causing her to blush.

"I'm sorry." She whispered out.

"Don't be." Greg smiled. "It's no big deal."

Alison walked into the apartment, flipping the switch to turn on the lights. Nothing happened. Taking a few steps further into the apartment, she froze as fear shot through her.

"There, Alison, right there." Greg said from behind her. "There is something that's your subconscious is telling you." Alison trying to fight back the fear that was overpowering her.

"I don't want to do this anymore." She said, her voice shaking.

"We'll stop will in a minute. Is it something you hear? Or smell?" Alison tried to think her heart was pounding in her ears.

"Not sound."

"Okay good job. What are you smelling?" Alison took in another deep breath, and the fear grew.

"I don't know. It can't place it." She could hear Greg moved next to her.

"You can." His voice was soft. She closed her eyes, breathing in again.

"The Roses." The lights instantly came on, and she had to blink. Her eyes focusing on the roses that sat on the counter. She walked over to them but didn't touch them.

"I've bought you roses before." Alison grabbed his hand for support.

"But I've never had to smell them in the dark."

"Can you remember now that you know what caused it?" Alison shook her head.

"No, I don't get it." Greg shrugged his shoulders before walking over and tossing the flowers in the trash.

"I'll get you daises from now on." Alison smiled, looking up at his bruised face. There was a twinge of guilt in his eyes.

"Don't beat yourself up about having to grab me. I know it I was scaring Ethan." He reached out, brushing the hair out of her face.

"Only if you forgive yourself for giving me a black eye."