Greg walked onto the scene. The officers had already arrived and had the tape up.

"I want twice as many pictures on this one, guys, and be sure you pull all the footage that you can." He called out to his team as he walked over to the officer sitting on the stretcher with a blanket around his shoulder. "Hey, Reagan." He said, looking over his brother-in-law for any apparent injuries. Danny looked over at him.

"How's the store owned." Greg looked over at the other gurney and smiled.

"Paramedics said he was banged up pretty bad, but he should make a full recovery thanks to you." Danny nodded his head, not looking Greg in the eyes. "How about you? How are you holding up?"

"It's not my first shooting, you know."

"You're talking to the one person in this family that knows all too well that it's not that simple." Danny glanced down at Greg's knee.

"What does it matter? He tried to stab me, I shot him, that's that." Danny got to his feet walked away.

"Nobody says it's not a clean shooting. IA cleared it before I even got here." Danny turned back to him.

"Then what are we talking about, Greg." Greg took a deep breath.

"Nothing. Get home and get some sleep."

Alison spotted Eddie in the lobby of the DA's office.

"Hey, Eddie," Alison called out. Eddie stopped looking at her.

"Hey, Alison." She returned to her path.

"You heading to Erin's office." Eddie stopped again.

"Yes, I have an appointment with her." Alison smiled.

"No, you don't." Eddie took a step toward her.

"What."

"She got called into court, so she asked me to meet you. Now let's get going." Alison headed for the door, not bothering to wait for Eddie.

"Go wait. I'm confused." Alison stopped looking down at her.

"You got a tip on the gun for the Morasi case."

"Yeah."

"Well, trial starts in a couple days. I'm the lead CSI on this case. So are you riding shotgun, or do you want to go back to the 2-9?" Eddie's eyes widened.

"I'll…I'll ride shotgun." Alison smiled.

"Alright then, let's get going."

Greg stood in the breakroom at the lab, dumping the coffee down the drain.

"What are you doing," Messer said, walking into the room. "I was going to get a cup of that." Greg looked over at him.

"Coffee isn't good if you have to fill it with cream and sugar. Real coffee you can drink black." Messer rolled his eyes.

"If you have to import coffee beans, it's too much effort." Greg ignored the comment placing the pot back on the coffee maker.

"Have you finished the notes on my report," Greg asked, turning the coffee machine on for a new pot of coffee.

"Yeah, I set them on your desk." Messer leaned against the counter next to him. "With your report and IA clearing him. Danny shouldn't have any problems as far as the shooting is concerned." Greg let out a slow breath.

"Good, I'll finish it up and turn it in before I get off work."

"How is he doing." Greg looked over at him.

"Alright, I think the Reagans have been check in on him a little more than normal since this is the first time something like this has happened since Linda died." Messer pushed off the counter.

"Well, let me know if you need anything else on the case." Greg smiled.

"I will, thanks." Greg grabbed his hot cup of coffee and headed back to his office.

"Sanders," Mac called out.

"Yeah." Mac jogged up to him.

"Sorry to bright this up." Mac shifted slightly. "But did someone get access to Alison's file recently?" Greg glanced down at his coffee. The rock that appeared in his stomach told him that he wouldn't get to enjoy the cup.

"Yeah, Alison gave Eddie a copy. Why?" Mac nodded his head.

"Oh, someone requested to look at a copy of the evidence. I just wanted to make sure that it was alright." Greg tilted his head.

"So, she acutely looked at the file." Mac shrugged her shoulder.

"It makes sense. The people who have access to the file were there when it happened the first time or you. No one ever looked at the file because they didn't want to know. Eddie has none of that. Anyways sorry to bother you, I wanted to check." Mac said, headed back towered his office. Greg took a deep breath entering his own office. He set the cup of coffee on the side of his desk, shaking his head.

"Wase of good coffee."

Alison took a drink of her water before passing Sean the salad bowl.

"I headed you, and Eddie helped crack Erin's case," Jamie said. Alison waved her hands.

"No, It was all Eddie. She was the one that got us the tip." Erin raised her eyebrow.

"That's not what I heard."

"My lead didn't get us anywhere; the woman was lying." Alison shook her head.

"Not true. She might have been lying, but it gave us the information we need to find a gun. It just took a little longer than we planned." Alison leaned forward in her chair. "I'm just glad that I don't have to testify this week." Erin rolled her eyes.

"You probably still will have to give some, but the case won't rely on you as much as it did before you and Eddie got you the gun." Jamie took a drink of water.

"What about you, Greg? Do you have any court appearances this week?" Greg shook his head around a mouth full of food.

"No, the case I was working on this week won't go to trial, and all the others are delayed for one reason or another. I might not be in a courtroom for the next three weeks."

"Don't count on it," Erin said, smiling. "The DA office always seems to try and get you to testify."

"I don't know why it's not like I'm any different than all the other SCI level threes at the lab." Alison turned to him, raising an eyebrow.

"Seriously. Honey, I love you, but you can't tell me that you don't know why they try to request you." Greg stared at her with a blank expression. She laughed, continuing. "You acute, and you can explain the information in a way that isn't boring because of your experience as a writer. It makes the DA's job easier because the jury doesn't get lost in the information." Greg bushed, and his eyes dropped down to his plate. The rest of the family turned to look at Erin. She shrugged her shoulder.

"She's not wrong."

"So why isn't the case you're working this week going to trial." Henry asked. Greg glanced over at Danny.

"Because it was my shooting and IA cleared it. So, he just had to write the report and turn it in his findings to them." The lighter mood that had filled the conversation vanished. Danny sawed his head back and forth. "Now I know all a' yah are worried about me. Especially since Linda isn't her." He glanced at the spot at the table where she would be sitting. "But I want you all to know that I'm going fine." Danny pressed his quivering lips together. He cleared his throat. "And that I appreciate all of you being there for me and the boys." Alison leaned forward in her chair, so she was looking at Danny.

"That's what this family is best at."