Alison sat across from the officer. The shouts of protesters could barely be heard through the thick walls of the precinct.

"I don't know how many times I got to say it." The officer started the frustration evident in his voice. Alison didn't look up, keeping her focused on the notes she was taking. "He had a gun; the kid took a shot at me."

"You called it in?" She asked, keeping her voice even.

"Yeah, I called it in." Flack, who was standing by the window, turned around at that.

"So, what happened to the gun?" He asked.

"I don't know." The officer huffed out. "Don't you think I will tell you that if I know there are 2000 people outside that would like to take a baseball bat to my head!" he slammed his hand on the table, causing Alison to jump.

"A kid robs a jewelry store, and it's my word that's in question." Flack walked over to the table, holding his hands up.

"Kevin, relax, buddy."

"No one's questioning your word, Kevin," Alison added, looking up from her notes. "We're just trying to work out what happened. The more we know, the more we can control any misinformation that gets out there, all right?"

"Easy for you to say you're the commissioner's daughter." Flack lifted his hand, but Alison waved her pen, stopping him.

"Yes, I'm the commissioner's daughter, which means zip in here. But out having me convinced could mean everything." Kevin took a deep breath nodding his head.

"Trey and I got separated when the two of them split up in the alley. I followed my guy. I came to a corner, and that's when I was shot at and called it in. I rounded the corner, and he was pulling a gun, so I fired." Flack leaned on the table.

"So, you're saying that after he popped off the one-shot, he ditched the gun, and you called in a 13?" Kevin shook his head.

"That's not what I'm saying. That's what happened."

"Central never heard your 13," Flack explained.

"Well, that must be the first time that the radios didn't work." Alison made a note to look at the radios.

"Did he have a gun in his hand while he was running?" She asked. Kevin shook his head. "And you saw him reaching into his pocket she you shot him?"

"He spun around; his hand was up by his inside pocket."

"Which alley could he have dumped the gun in?" Flack asked.

"I don't know. It was like a maze in there. Look, guy…Detectives, I don't have to talk to you. I have 48 hours before I can be compelled to give a statement to IAB, but I know what that looks like. You both think that gives me 48 hours to perfect my lie. I am not lying." Alison set her pen down and leaned forward.

"And I'm not IAB."

Greg walked down the hallway of the precinct. He was waiting for Alison to finish her interview so they could head back to the lab.

"Sanders here for a visit." Jamie asked, walking over to him. Greg leaned on his crutch.

"Considering the visitors out front, I think I might have waited until next week." Jamie shook his head.

"I don't envy anyone working this case. There's talked that Erin might be the one to make the call." Greg let out a deep breath.

"Sunday is going to be real fun." The smile that had been on Jamie's face slowly disappeared.

"Have you talked to Alison about…The matter that Eddie mentioned." Greg fought nausea at the memory of the most recent letter he had read.

"I'll tell you what I told Danny. When I have new information, I'll inform the family. I don't want to pull the trigger until I have all the information that I can get." Jamie tilted his head.

"So she did know." Greg opened his mouth to respond, but there was a loud crashed in the direction of the entrance. Greg and Jamie hurried to go see what was causing it. A large group of people was pushing their way into the presence, shoving Officers as they went. Jamie called in the breach while Greg tossed his crutch to the side, helping to pull a man off of an officer.

"Everyone get back." Jamie called out to the crowd, but they were too focused on getting to the officer Alison was interviewing.

"Definitely should have visited next week," Greg said as he stopped a man from punching Jamie.

Alison walked over to where Greg sat on a chair. There was an Ice pack on his knee and a matching on his hand.

"You know, at this rate, we might as well sell our apartment and move in with Dad, considering how often we stay there." Greg glanced down at his knee.

"I can make it up the stairs. We don't have to stay the night there." Alison set a Kevlar vest on the table next to him.

"It might be better considering all of Dad's security. I called and had Jack take Ethen over to the house already." Greg nodded.

"What do you think." Alison let out a deep breath.

"I think that his partner believes him. It would be too easy for him to lie and say that he heard two shots, but he didn't. The only people that know what happened in that alley are the officer and our victim. I just need more evidence." Greg shook his head.

"Messer and Adam combed over everything and didn't find one. On top of that, Sid didn't have any gunshot residue on the victim." Alison clenched her teeth.

"So, Hopkins is lying about the gun." Greg eased down onto the couch next to Alison. Frank and Henry said in the chair's opposite.

"I'm glad the two of you were able to make it home," Henry said as Greg set a new Ice pack on his knee. Alison had offered to go get it, but he turned it down, needing to move.

"A mistake," Alison said, shaking her head. "Kevin was shot by the real jewelry robber who slipped through an open door, leaving out the victim who happened to be wearing the same coat in the alley way where he would be shot." Frank shook his head.

"There are no words for this other than tragic. How long after your official report went out did it take for the crowd to disperse." Alison looked up at Greg.

"It didn't really, then the victim's girlfriend and family made a statement, and that's when the numbers really started to drop. We ended up staying a few more hours helping Jamie wrap things up before coming over here." Greg said as Alison started to close her eyes.

"We'll leave you two alone then," Frank said as he and Henry got up heading to bed. "Do you need…" Frank trailed off, looking down at Greg's knee.

"No, I should be fine." They nodded, and soon it was just the two of them.

"Mac is going to propose to Christine," Alison said, her eyes still closed. Greg smiled.

"Good for him it's about time he got around to it." Alison opened her eyes, looking up at him.

"I'm glad we choose to stay here tonight." Greg could feel an undercurrent in her words.

"Why?" Alison took a deep breath.

"Because then you can't read one of the letters. How far are you anyways?" Greg nodded suddenly, the number of times she suggested they stay here making sense.

"Halfway." She bit her lower lip.

"You will tell me before we tell the family?" Greg wrapped his arm around her.

"I wouldn't dream of doing something like that." Alison relaxed.

"Thank you."

A/N: Well thats the end of CSI New York. I might grab some of the other episodes to help change things up. As always if you have a suggestion for an episode I might be able to use let me know. Until next time. Thank you for coming on this journey with me.