Danny walked over to the police tape.

"What a way to start the day." Alison walked over.

"Start the day. must be nice to work a detective's shift." Danny raised his hands up, pointing at the body hanging from the side of a building.

"I'm sorry. What do we got?" He asked.

"The officers that reported it said everything was quiet. All sudden, they see her climbing out of the window. They didn't even have time to tell her to get back. She jumps and hangs herself."

"Did they report anyone else around," Baez asked.

"A homeless guy and a cleaning crew in the building across the street. Stella is finding out what they saw."

"I'll go see what she came up with," Baez said, leaving the siblings alone.

"Anything else you can tell me." Alison pointed over her shoulder.

"That is the manager of the hotel group. The woman apparently worked at the hotel."

"Was she unhappy or something," Danny asked.

"Not that he's talking about. we should be able to get the body down in the next couple of minutes."

"Good, we don't want the city waking up and seeing her like that."

Greg walked into the coffee shop. Erin and Anthony were already sitting at one of the back booths.

"And what could possibly have you two calling a level 3 CSI detective on their way home after a long shift." Erin pushed over a fresh cup of coffee.

"Have a seat." The hair on the back of Greg's neck stood up. He slipped into the booth next to Erin.

"What's going on." Erin glanced over at Anthony.

"Do you know a Mario Vangelis?" Greg pauses the cup halfway to his lips.

"The name sound familiar."

"Danny collared him a few years back on racketeering and attempted murder charges. You were the head CSI on the case."

"Right, I remember, but I was already told that I wouldn't have to testify. And if I'm not mistaken, Erin, you aren't even working that case." Anthony leaned forward.

"He apparently has solid evidence about corruption in the DA office." Greg let out a hiss of a breath, shaking his head.

"If that's true, then a lot of cases could go down." Erin nodded.

"I know that's why we need your help." Greg rubbed his face.

"Fine, I'll help you. But just so you know, I hope he's lying through his teeth." Erin nodded.

"So do we."

Alison looked for the microscope at the sound of a knock. Mac walked in, waving at her.

"How's the investigation going." He asked, leaning against the counter. Alison pulled her gloves, offsetting them down.

"Well, it didn't take long to rule out suicide. Hawkes said the makes on the neck of the VIC lined more up with someone's hands than the rope around her neck. Sidwell confirmed it when he finished the autopsy. Stella and Baez talked to the cleaning crew across the way, and they stated that they saw a dark figure pushing her out the window." Mac nodded. "Danny and Baez are looking into the manager." She looked up at him. "Now, what's going on? You don't normally come and see how a case is going, especially when you have your own shooting case to look through. Especially when that shooter has a vest." Mac took a deep breath.

"That's the thing, Alison. The shooter dropped the vest, and it traced back the Jamie." Alison's mouth shot open, and Mac held up his hands. "I don't think that it's him. But IA is looking into it. I just wanted to let you know that you and Greg won't be able to go into lab 6 while the investigation is open." Alison looked down at her hands.

"Alright, Mac, I'll let Greg know. Thanks for the heads up."

Greg sat in the chair across from Erin, listening to the recording that Anthony brought.

"And your sure no one knows you're here." The first voice said.

"Of course, I'm sure." The second said back to him.

"Then I have some good news for you." Anthony stopped the player.

"Its sounds like two bots running out of batteries." Erin nodded.

"He's smart. He doctored the audio so we couldn't I.D. the voices."

"Since this isn't a digital recording, it is unlikely that I will be able to fix the audio." Greg said before Anthony restarted the recording."

"Hudson Yards." The first voice said.

"That's what it's gonna be called?"

"Yes, and everything bordering it's gonna is called that too."

"So the land becomes Hudson Yards. And you take care of things that the D.A.'s office would be flagging."

"And zoning and permits and the unions all included in the price. " The recording ended. Erin blinked in disbelief.

"Somebody gave somebody soothing on a silver platter."

"Sound like it." Anthony said to her. She looked over at Greg.

"Are we hooked? Is this reeling us in?"

"I'm willing to pull the string only if you are." Erin nodded.

"We do. We get names." She asked Anthony, who was still standing by her desk.

"When he sits down with you, I imagine. What do you think?" Erin looked down at the recording.

"It's not nothing that for sure. I'm just trying to think of who in this office I'm rooting for it to be." Greg held up his hands.

"We can't go down that road yet. We treat this like any other case. We follow the evidence. The last thing we want to do is accuse an innocent person. Espahaly since that would also cost all of your jobs. We start with a meeting and go from there."

Greg walked into the kitchen late at night. Alison sat on the counter, eating a bowl of ice cream.

"Hey, honey," Greg said, walking over to her. She gave her a spoon of her ice cream. "Sorry, I'm late. I had to run by the lab to do a little work." Alison waved him off.

"Ethen and I had a dance party and read 3 books before he fell asleep." Greg grabbed out the ice cream container.

"I wish I could have been there." He said, slipping onto the counter next to her.

"Did you get the research you needed for your next book before heading to the lab?" Greg took a bit of the ice cream. The truth was that he had been processing the evidence Erin had gotten all evening. It looked like it was headed toward the DA. "No, I didn't but hopefully next time. What about you? Did you and Danny find the killer?"

"Yeah, it was the doorman at the hotel." She said around a mouth full of ice cream. "Jamie also got cleared." Greg tilted his head.

"What happened."

"He wouldn't tell me, but I.A. cleared him." Alison set her blowdown, looking at him. "Do you want to tell me what Erin needed you for today?" Greg flinched slightly. "Greg, you had to drop Ethen off with Henry for the afternoon. Something is up." Greg scooted off the counter, walking over to her.

"Ally, if I could tell you, I would. No one can know we are even working a case together." Alison nodded.

"Is it big?" Greg closed his eyes.

"For everyone involved, I hope it isn't."