Alison walked downstairs to grab some water. She covered her mouth to stifle a cough. The last thing she wanted to do was to wake Ethan up. They were both in the middle of getting over a cold. The weather outside was not helping them get better any faster. Greg was staying on the couch since he still had to work, and she didn't want him to get sick. Slipping into the kitchen, she grabbed a cup and filled it at the sink. Not wanting the light from the refrigerator to wake Greg. Taking a long sip of the water only lessened the pain of her dry, scratchy throat. She needed a cup of hot water with honey and lemon, but the hotpot would wake Greg, so this would have to do for now. Pulling her hoodie close to fight back the cold she had back to her room. She froze about halfway to the stairs. Her eyes snapping over to the couch where Greg should be sleeping. His blankets and pillows were tossed on the chair next to the sofa. Alison's eyes shot over to the front door, but his work bag was still by the front door. Glancing at the office, she relaxed at the faint light that was leaking from under the door. She opened the door to the office, causing Greg to look over from the computer. It was supplying the only light to the room. She pulled her phone out, turning the desk lamp on for them. Greg squinted at the additional light taking his glasses off.

"Ally, did I wake you." He asked, concern filling his eyes.

"No," Alison pulled her arm up, coughing into her sleeve. She pointed at her throat. "This did." He frowned.

"I wish you could take something." Alison smiled.

"Yeah, but that's not in the cards for me." She walked over to the chair across from him. "Why are you up anyway." Greg held up a file.

"I was thinking about the case I'm working on, and something caught my eye." Alison leaned forward looking, at the photos on his desk.

"That's Jessica Drake, one of dayshifts lab techs. Stella called earlier to tell me about her death. Something bothering you." Greg grabbed the monitor, turning it so that she could see it. The hair on the back of her neck stood up. Displayed on the monitor was an old image of a crime scene. Alison jumped her eyes between the two images.

"They were killed in the same location and by the same method." Greg pointed at the screen.

"Not only that, the victim was posed to match the 1957 photo perfectly. Right Down to the way her hair is laid out on the snow." Alison looked at Greg.

"What is this photo from." Greg typed something into the computer and pulled up an old newspaper clipping.

"Research for a book." Realization snapped into Alison like a cold shower.

"The Lana Gregory case." Greg nodded.

"It seemed familiar, but I didn't put it together until I was laying on the couch trying to get some sleep." Alison pulled her feet up.

"Do you think it's a copycat?" Greg tilted his head.

"No, the case was never solved, and the victim was more famous than the killer. Part of the reason I didn't write the book was that Laura was so famous there were better books already out there." Greg looked down at the file in front of him. "I just don't want this case to go unsolved like hers."

"I don't think it will." Alison said, getting up. "Now, you better get back to bed. You have work tomorrow." Greg waved his hand.

"I'm going to give Mac a call first. Let him know what I found. You, on the other hand, need to rest your voice. It sounds like a tree branch breaking." Alison laughed, which led to a cough.

"Just be glad you haven't caught this yet. Goodnight."

"Love you."

Greg walked into the office, his mind racing through the information he was able to pull up on the case. He only had a few files on the Lana Gregory case, but what he did have he sent over to Mac. Opening the door, he was met by the rest of the team.

"Sanders, take a seat. We were just going over the scene reports." Mac said. Greg nodded, grabbing the seat next to Mac. Messer, who was standing by the screen, cleared his throats.

"As I was saying, there are cuts and lacerations on her face suggesting a struggle, but there's no blood spatter or blood drops around the body." Hawkes got out of his chair, walking over to point at the top of the image.

"No drag marks, so it looks like it wasn't a body dump, which confirms that the attack took place right here." Messer nodded.

"Yeah, and there's no blood with directionality heading away from the scene, which says that our killer wasn't bleeding."

"But that's when we noticed that there was a fresh set of powder snow covering all out evidence," Lindsay explained. "We were able to get two new footprints by removing that top layer of snow. We're still looking into it." Messer and Hawks took their seats.

"Sanders, was Sid able to get you anything." Greg got out of his seat, walking over to the scene, changing the image to the weapon.

"Sid was able to determine the cause of death to be broken champagne flute. It's about the same basic shape and size as the paper spike used to kill Lana Gregory in 1957. He also found that both victims had heterochromia." Stella leaned forward.

"Both victims had the same disorder giving them different eye colors. What an oddly impossible coincidence."

"Our killer must have known." Greg looked down at the report. "Lana had only a few small flexes in her right eye, but Jessica's was more noticeable. Anyways like Lana Jessica was stabbed three times in the external oblique area of her torso, causing significant lacerations to the kidney and liver resulting in her bleeding out." Mac leaned back in his chair.

"Our killed copied almost everything right down to the eye color. But changing out the weapon. Paper spikes are still sold."

"Maybe he wanted to stand out from the original killer," Greg said.

"He," Mac asked.

"Right, Sid found an imprint on the victim's wrist that indicated a fraternity ring." Mac nodded.

"Alright, you all have your assignment lets catch this killer."

Alison opened the door to her apartment. Eddie stood in front of her holding up a bag.

"I thought you two might want some soup. I got it from that shop of 5th you like." Alison smiled, stepping back letting her enter.

"Ethan is still asleep, but I'm sure he'll appreciate it when he gets up. Greg has been busy this week, and I'm not the best at making soup." Eddie smiled, setting it on the counter. She grabbed a pot and a bowl so she could warm some up for Alison. "I can do that. I don't want you to get sick." Eddie waved her and.

"If I get sick, that means I get out of work and have more time to plan my wedding." Alison laughed.

"Jamie said you had it all sorted out." Eddie blushed.

"That's what I told him."

"Let me know if you need any help." Eddie handed over the warmed-up bowl.

"Thanks, I'm just trying to get the flowers to pick." Alison turned her face up.

"Well, I'm not much help with that. I don't really like flowers except for daises." Eddie started cleaning the pot.

"Didn't you have roses for your wedding or something?" Alison looked over at the bouquet of flowers that Greg had got her.

"No, we only do daises in this house." Eddie got a look on her face.

"Would it be an issue if I used roses?" Alison snapped her eyes over to her.

"No, you can use roses." Eddie relaxed.

"Okay, good, I just didn't want…." She trailed off. Alison looked at her, taking a deep breath.

"Wait here." Alison walked into the office over to the safe. Her hand shook as she entered the combination and grabbed the item out of its hiding place in the back. She ran her hand over the brown cover. The pen on the label was starting to fade. Shutting the safe, she walked back into the kitchen.

"I normally am not the one to do this." She handed the item over to Eddie. She looked down at the file. After reading the name, she looked up at Alison.

"Are you sure?" Alison took a deep breath.

"Yes, you are family." Eddie nodded the weight of what was in that file written on her face.

"Thank you." Alison held up her hand.

"There is one rule." Alison took a deep breath. "You can't talk to me about it." Eddie pulled the file close to her chest.

"Don't worry, I won't."

Greg stood in front of the crime broad looking at the pictures. Mac walked over to him.

"From the look on your face, something is bothering you." Greg reached up, grabbing one of the pictures.

"Take a look at this." Mac looked at that picture.

"You, me, Messer, Hawkes, and Lindsay while we were processing the scene." Greg nodded.

"And the three lab techs that you assigned to the scene." Mac looked up at him.

"So." Greg tapped the picture.

"Who took this picture. Messer and Hawkes were assigned to take pictures." Mac frowned.

"You're saying that not only our victim worked the crime lab but also our killer." Greg nodded.

"There is one lab tech that hasn't shown since her death and had a fascination with the Lana Gregory."

"Harlan Porter." Mac shook his head. "Call a meeting. I want all the evidence at the scene reprocessed by our team and our team only. Whoever the killer is feels like they have an advantage, and I'm not going to give it to them."

Alison sat on the couch with Ethan asleep in her lab. She was watching a movie when the front door opened, and Greg walked in waving at her. She smiled, muting the movie.

"Hey, how are you two feeling." He asked, sitting in the chair next to her.

"Better Eddie brought soup by, and that seemed to help both our throats. How's the case going. Were you able to figure out what it had to do with Lana Gregory?" Greg rubbed his forehead.

"Kim, one of the other day shift lab techs, used it to try and frame Harlan Porter. Even had a ring on her hand to make us think the killer was a man." Alison looked over at that.

"What for?"

"Apparently, Jessica had a better score on her forensic test, making it more likely that Mac would have promoted her to CSI level 1." Alison shook her head.

"What a shame. So, in the end, it had nothing to do with Lana."

"Kim's aunt worked the Lana case, which is how she knew so many details about it, but at the end of the day, Jessica's case is closed, and Lana's once again had turned cold." Greg stretched.

"Enough about me. How did things go with Eddie."

"She is in the middle of picking flowers for her wedding." Greg, who had been yawning, froze.

"What type of flowers didn't she pick."

"I don't know, probably roses."

"How do you feel about that." Alison brushed some of the hair out Ethan's face.

"I told her that I will be fine."

"Will you." Alison looked over at him.

"I don't know. Considering I didn't have an issue until a few months ago, I don't know." Greg shrugged his shoulder, turning to look at the tv. Alison bit her lower lip. "I gave her the file."

"Really." His body went tense. She could tell he was trying to stay relaxed.

"Yeah."

"How do you feel about that."

"Like I've given away a part of me." Greg turned, smiling at her.

"It will be alright."

A/N: I will not be posting a chapter next week. I'm going on a trip and wont have my computer. Don't worry the story is not abandoned.