Alison sat at her desk, filling out a report. She took her glasses, rubbing her eyes.

"There has to be an easier way to fill these things out." She said. When there was no answer, she leaned back in her chair so she could see around her monitor. Greg was talking on the phone, his eyes fixed to his own monitor. She hadn't heard the phone ring. But Greg had a tendency to leave his phone on silent when both of them were in the office. Shaking her head, she turned back to the report. Adam had been the CSI at the scene, but Jo wanted to her look over his report to make sure everything was done right. A little girl had been kidnapped outside of a sandwich shop in Brooklyn. An off-duty cop had chassed down the van and saved the girl. Alison rolled her eyes. Adam had left the name of the officer off the report. Taking a deep breath, she reached over, dialing his number.

"Hey, boss." He said.

"Who was the cop that saved that girl."

"It's in the report." Alison looked back over at the write-up.

"No, it's not." She could hear Adam typing on his side of the computer.

"Sure it is. Look at Page 6 under interested parties." Alison did as he said. Her eyes locked on the name. "It's an Officer Joe Hill." Her newly discovered Nephue and the son of Stella.

"Oh right, in the future, be sure you mark it at the top. It's easier than having people call you up." She tried to keep her voice even.

"Will do." She hung the phone up. Pulling up the security footage she had been waiting to look at, she watched as Joe pulled the man out of the van. She smiled. He was a good cop. There was no way that her Dad hadn't heard about it yet. Not waiting another minute, she called him up, and Baker sent it through.

"This is a pleasant surprise," Frank said on the other end of the line.

"Have you seen the footage?" She asked, a smile stretching across her face.

"I have."

"It's great. If I wasn't working tonight, I'd bake that man a cake." There was a long pause on the other end of the line.

"I think the bigger gift is the fact that you can bake him a cake." Alison rolled her eyes.

"Have you talked to him yet?"

"Not yet." There was a muffle of voices on the other end.

"Honey, I got to go see you Sunday." He hung up, and Alison leaned back in her chair, looking at the frozen image on the screen. Greg slammed his phone down, causing her to jump. She looked over at him. He was resting his head in his hands.

"What's going on?" She asked. Greg looked up at her.

"Another witness was killed." Alison stood up, walking over to him.

"That's number what?" Greg leaned back in his chair.

"6." Alison shivered, crossing her arms.

"How many more are there." Greg looked at her.

"That was it apart from the evidence." her hands had gone cold.

"So you're the only one testifying." Greg took a deep breath nodding.

"Right now, yes." Alison looked over at the door, making sure that it was closed.

"Do you think this has anything to do with the case you and Erin are working on?" Greg shook his head.

"I don't think so. The DA was arrested last week. I mean, there are the rest of the people in that folder. It just don't see how this case is related." Alison relaxed slightly. Greg and Erin had been working on a corruption case for the past few months. The fact that the DA was off the table didn't make her any less nervous.

"What do you want to do." Greg folded his hands in front of him, resting them on the desk.

"I think that we should stay with your dad as long as I'm testifying in this case." Alison nodded.

"Alright then."

Alison stood in the kitchen, cutting up the vegetables.

"Do you need any help uh…" Joe trailed off.

"You can call me Aunt Al or just Al. I don't mind either." He smiled.

"Aunt Al, do you need any help making dinner." Alison looked over at him.

"I'm just cutting things up. Greg is supposed to be here to cook the stuff." Joe tilted his head.

"Grandpa said that it was your week to cook." Alison rolled her eyes.

"It is but Greg cooks on my weeks." She said, handing him over so vegetables.

"Why?"

"Because that Aunt of yours had put this family in the hospital 3 times for her cooking," Danny said, joining them. "So it was made a permanent rule that Alison is not allowed to cook family dinner. I know one else can she is permitted to order food or assist other, but that's it." Joe shook his head.

"you can't be that bad." Alison blushed.

"I'm not really. Greg has taught me a lot but…." She trailed off when the back door opened, and Greg entered.

"But it's the rule, and we do not plan on changing it," Danny said, walking over to Greg taking the bag that he was juggling with his crutches.

"Sorry that I had to finish processing the audio Danny got for the case next week." Greg leaned his crutches against the walk before making his way over to Alison, where he kissed the top of her head.

"Will you have to testify? I remember Ma mentioning that it was a dangerous case." Joe asked. Alison tensed slightly.

"No…Erin doesn't think my testimony will be needed." Alison relaxed.

"Well, then you better get cooking, or I will start doing it." Joe smiled, pointing his knife at her.

"Hey, that's against the rules." Alison winked at him holding her hands up.

"Fine, but just know he's a perfectionist," Frank called out for Joe to come into the living room. Danny and Joe headed out of the kitchen, leaving Alison and Greg alone.

"How are you feeling." Alison asked." Greg smiled at her.

"I'm fine…" he looked over at the door. "I think we need to tell them." All the tension that had left her shot back into her.

"Today!" Greg shook his head.

"No, not today but soon. Most of them know about the second person, but only you and I know about the letters." Greg took a deep breath leaning against the counter. "In a few months, you'll be getting another one." Alison looked up at him.

"What if I don't." Greg flinched at the words showing just how bad that letter was.

"Then it's better if we have more eyes on you." Alison took a deep breath.

"Okay then." The door into the kitchen burst open, and Alison screamed, and Greg instinctive pulled her into his arms. She turned to find Danny standing in the doorway. The guilt on his face for causing them to react like that is evident.

"The press knows about Joe." Danny said, his voice calm. Alison took a deep breath, and Greg slowly let her go.

"Then this dinner just got a little more complicated."