Alison took a picture of a cigar then picked it up, looking at it.

"That belongs to the victim?" Flack asked, walking over to her.

"Yeah, I'll run DNA to confirm, but several witnessed said he was smoking." Flack shook his head, looking down at the body.

"Criminal court judge assassinated in from of a sequestered jury, right under the nose of a half a dozen cops." Alison put the cigar in a bag.

"A bit Brazen if you ask me."

"Jury asked to come out to take a look at the crime scene at the same time of night as the original murder case." Messer walked over to them.

"Wow. This is judge Vinny Corsica, huh?" Alison nodded.

"He was presiding over the Victor Markov trial. Triple murder in front of the bakery a year ago."

"Markov." Messer started. "He's like the Sammy the Bull of Russian organized crime. That's why we got a dozen bodies on him." Alison handed the evidence back to the CSI that was collecting them.

"Hopefully, we can finally get him off the street." Flack looked around them.

"With him, I wouldn't get my hopes up."

Greg sat on the stand while Erin started asking him questions.

"Detective Sanders, can you tell us the events of October 2 for the jury?" Greg nodded.

"I was called to process the scene at about 8:30 a.m. at the victim's house. According to the report the officer gave us, the housekeeper discovered the body." Erin looked down at her note.

"Who had died."

"The body matched the I.D. of Nancy Gildea. Which was later confirmed by prints." Greg looked over at the defendant, the victim's husband. He was apparently some famous artist. The slight smirk on his face made Greg want to nail him for the murder even more.

"What time did the M.E. give the time of death according to your report." Greg flipped through his report.

"8:00 p.m. It was initially thought to be a break-in based on the whole cut in the glass door. However, it was determined by a field test that it was too small for an average hand." Erin nodded her head.

"Thank you no further questions." The defense lawyer Collins stood up. Greg flipped to the front of this report, his eyes running over it. Collins was good, but his work was solid.

"You work long shifts, don't you."

"Objection relevance." Erin called out.

"I'm merely asking to the credibility of the expert."

"Overruled." Greg nodded.

"Yes, but we.."

"That's it. I would like to direct the attention of the court to the work shift log." He pointed to the scene where it was being displayed. "Detective Sanders by working that scene exceeded to maximum hours of work by 2 hours. I move to have his evidence thrown out."

Alison walked into Hawkes's office.

"You wanted to see me." Hawkes quickly set his sandwich down.

"Yeah," He swallowed his food. "I got the report of Sid." Alison took the seat across from him.

"It looks like this wasn't the first attempt on the judge." Alison tilted her head.

"Really."

"Attempted poising with antifreeze. It's simple." He handed her over the report. "I can be easily mixed in with a sweet drink, but it doesn't exactly scream Russian assassin."

"Polonium or risen, maybe."

"I never heard of a Russian hitman doing a drive-by on a bicycle." Alison scanned the report.

"I'm betting the poisoning and the shooting is related. We have the bullet that killed the judge. All we need is the gun and the man that fired it." Hawkes handed over another report.

"I can help with one of those." Alison read the first page.

"Baikal IJ-70, the Russian equivalent of our .45. We don't see too many of these come in through the lab."

"Or the 9.1-millimeter round it fires. I got no-hit in IBIS, and the serial number on the gun is not in any of our databases."

"So, it was probably brought in straight from Russia."

"Well, that's a bust." She slumped back into her chair."

"Not entirely. I pulled a print off one of the casing at the scene. It came back to a Vitale Barshay. Ex-Russian military U.S. citizens been in the country for eight years. No clear ties to Victor Markov. He works as a translator for an insurance company." Hawkes said.

"Probably a front for his real job."

"I sent Flack out to talk to him. He should be back with the report." Alison nodded, getting to her feet.

"Thanks for the update. Keep me posted."

"Hey." He called out to her as she left the office, stopping her.

"How's Greg's case going." Alison shook her head.

"Not well."

Greg sat in the hallway when Erin walked out courtroom.

"I can't believe this." She snapped at him.

"Hey, don't yell at me. You knew this might be an issue before you brought charges against him. Don't act all surprised now." Erin rolled her eyes, walking down the hall. Greg grabbed his crutch and made his way after her. It was hard for him to keep up at the pace that she was going.

"Erin." She ignored him. "Erin." He was finally able to grab her arm. "Don't worry about it. We have other evidence that we can use to get this guy." Erin shook her head.

"No, you don't get it, Greg. The judge threw the case out. He's being released." Greg's hands went cold.

"What about all the other evidence." Erin shook her head.

"It didn't matter. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to go tell the victim's family that their daughter's killer is going to walk." Erin turned, walking away this time though Greg didn't follow her. He simply stood in the middle of the hallway letting everyone around him pass him by.

"Sanders." Greg was pulled out of his thoughts by Antony Erin's investigator calling his name.

"Hu Oh, hey Antony."

"Erin told me about what happened. Are you alright?" Greg waved him off.

"I'm just sorry this happened." Antony squinted his eyes.

"It's not like you to drop the ball on something like this." Greg looked down at his feet.

"It happens. I uh got to go."

"I know you got a lot on your plate, but you can't let something like this happen again." Greg nodded, walking away.

Alison grabbed her coffee from the coffee stand and started to head back to the Lab when Baker walked up to her.

"You're father would like to talk to you." Alison looked around, spotting his car.

"Not the Commissioner." She asked, testing to see how this conversation was going to go.

"No, your Father." Alison nodded, walking over and getting into the car.

"Hey, Dad, you wanted to talk to me." Frank smiled at her.

"Yeah, I want to throw a hypothetical around with you." Alison leaned against the door.

"Alright, shoot."

"Imagine an important person was about to get a big promotion." Alison nodded. "With that promotion, there would be a background check."

"Did that background check find anything?" Frank smiled.

"Not definitively, but there is a pattering of sending people places for money."

"Are those places secure?"

"Enough to keep teenagers in it." Alison met her dad's eyes.

"Hypothetically, you're saying this person ran into problems not because of their other work but because of this." Frank shrugged his shoulders.

"I'm saying some of those people might be highly motivated."

"Hypothetically."

"Yes, Hypothetically."

Greg sat across from Mac. He hadn't talked to him about the case being thrown out, and it had been over two weeks. Greg shifted slightly, growing uncomfortable.

"You said you wanted to see me." Mac nodded.

"Messer found evidence to another murder that tied to your suspect that walked. The DA is confident that he won't get away this time." Greg let out a slow breath.

"Good." Mac folded his hands in front of him.

"I want to apologize, Greg." Greg, who had been looking at the small stack of files at the end of Mac's desk, looked up.

"Apologize for what." Mac folded his hands.

"I shouldn't have put you in a position where this happened."

"But I was the one that went over." Mac held up his hands.

"But I also know that you were doing it because Messer was covering Alison's shift because of the blackout. I should have called someone else in." Greg stiffened.

"I can do my work, Mac. It's not a problem."

"that's not what's being called into question, Greg." Greg got to his feet, needing to move, then remembered he had his crutch. He sat back in the chair in frustration.

"Then what is."

"Greg, you had a black eye and had to swap back to your crutch. I know what happened during the blackout." Greg held up his hands.

"It wasn't Alison's fault." Mac held up a finger silencing Greg.

"I'm not talking about Alison; I'm talking about you. I'm concerned that you are trying to handle everything by yourself. The Reagans are looking after Alison, but who is looking out for you." This time Greg got to his feet, grabbing his crutch.

"I'm fine. I need to get back to work."

"Sanders." Greg stopped at the door.

"I'm here if you need to talk to someone. We all are."

"I'm fine."

Alison leaned over her computer in the family room, reading the report that was sent to her. The front door opened, and she lifted a hand to wave at Greg.

"Hey, dinners in the oven, Ethan is already asleep." Greg walked over, kissing the top of her head.

"Is that the assassination case you're were working on." He asked, heading back over the kitchen.

"No, it's that missing girl turned murder that I got a few months ago." Greg looked over at her.

"I thought that went cold." Alison nodded.

"It did until we got another body earlier today."

"How do you know their same case." Alison shut her computer walking over to sit next to him.

"Both teenaged girls gave birth shortly before they died." Greg nodded.

"Any leads." Alison rubbed her temples.

"So far, no." He rubbed her shoulder.

"You'll get the guy." Alison nodded.

"Enough about me. How was your meeting with Mac." Greg tensed, and she could see him picking his words.

"Fine, he wanted to let me know that they were about to bring charges against the case Erin and I were working on." Alison tilted her head.

"I thought that it was thrown out."

"It was, but he might have killed someone else." Alison shook her head.

"I'm sorry." Greg waved his hand.

"I'm just glad that they got the guy." Alison studied his face.

"Was that all Mac had to say." Greg took a bit of his food.

"He said some other thing but nothing that you have to worry about."

"What if I want to worry about it." Greg smiled, the corner of his mouth turning up.

"He was concerned about me."

"About what happens." Greg nodded.

"Good." Greg looked over at her. "You haven't been spending time with Flack or your other friend. You go to work and come home. You need to spend time to yourself."

"What about you and Ethan." Alison laughed.

"We can survive a few hours without you. But I think you need to spend some more time recharging." Alison let out a deep breath. "It's been stressful for you. I can see it in how you haven't been writing."

"It's not your fault Alison."

"But I'm one of the causes for your stress. It's been a while since I had a trigger like that. And you need to work through it and the bad memories that it brings up for you too." She reached over, grabbing his hand. "My trauma is not mine alone. It is ours. As much as I wish you didn't have to go through it with me, you do. So please, Greg, don't feel like you have to be fine. Take the time you need to deal with your own trauma." Greg leaned over, kissing her.

"I'll try."