Greg and Alison walked into the dining room. The family was all sitting around the table.

"Dinner can wait; let's talk." Frank said. Greg and Alison didn't hesitate to take their seats at the table.

"A certain birth certificate was found. It will be on the websites tonight." Frank looked at Joe, who was sitting next to him. "They know who you are."

"The secret is out." Henry said, taking a drink.

"Does my Ma know?" Frank nodded his head.

"Mac called her." Joe relaxed.

"As the most ancient of this clan. You're welcome here any time, but we also respect what distance you may want to keep. And I say that with love." Silence filled the table, and Greg reached over, grabbing Alison's hands.

"Not for nothing, but it can come in handy if you're ever in a bind," Sean said. "You can say let me run this by my grandfather. He's the police commissioner." Joe leaned forward so he could see him.

"Which you've done how many times now?" Joe asked.

"Nevermore so just knowing you've got the card in your wallet." Joe rolled his eyes.

"You be amazed how quickly story a story like this goes over," Danny said. "By this time next Sunday. It'll be a giant nothing burger."

"By Tuesday morning." Jamie added.

"Can I make this about me for a minute," Eddie called out. "When I took the name after marrying Jamie, it didn't help. It didn't hurt."

"Plus, she comes from a long line of felons." Eddie gasped at Jamie's comment.

"One felon." She defended.

"That we know of." Erin added. It was more of a relief when she took the name, really." Jamie said with a smile. Joe nodded, looking over at Alison.

"Did it change when you changed your name?" Alison smiled, holding Ethan in her lap.

"All it did was lead to a lot of confusion when testifying because my name didn't match my records anymore."

"I warned her that Defense attorneys would be all over that, but she didn't listen," Erin said, raising her hands.

"Uh, thank you. It's all good. It really is."

Greg walked behind Erin. She wanted to go over some evidence he had collected.

"A gift came for you. I placed it on your table." Erin's clerk called out. They walked into the office, spotting the box with gold and blue ribbons wrapped around it.

"Is that from Nicky?" Erin looked over at him.

"Not rapped like that." Greg reached out, grabbing her shoulder as she walked toward it.

"Is there a card?" Erin froze, following his train of thought.

"No."

"It should have gone through the Xray downstairs, but I think I should open it." He walked over to the table before she could respond. Running his fingers around the lid of the box, looking for a trigger. It had clearly been carried, so movement wasn't the trigger. He unwrapped the ribbons lifting the lid. Moving the tissue back his handed over a picture.

"Is that."

"Dominic Reina," Erin said, looking at the picture. Greg looked further into the box.

"They look like ledgers from his gambling ring. Overseas wire transfer receipts." Greg straightened. "Couldn't say if they were real or not.

"I've been trying to nail this guy for years, and a whole case just shows up on my table."

"Maybe some is trying to stage a takeover or something." Erin nodded.

"I think I might have an idea. Can we talk about the case another time? I need to talk to Anthony." Greg looked at the case.

"Sure thing, let me know if you need anything."

There was a knock on the door to Alison's office.

"It's open." She called out, signing a report. Danny walked into her office.

"Hey, is Greg around." Alison leaned forward on her table while he took a seat, looking over at Greg's desk.

"Why are you asking about my husband." She leaned back, crossing her arms. "If I didn't know any better, I would think that you might think he's a better CSI than me." Danny rolled his eyes.

"Come on, Al. You know that's not true."

"Then it must be because you need something, and you have a feeling that Greg would be more willing to follow your crazy idea." Alison tossed her baseball over to him to give him something to fiddle with.

"Spill Reagan."

"I had a girl come in with video evidence of a victim being pushed down a flight of stairs. That vic died a few days later."

"What did the officer who took the report say." Danny ran his hands over his face.

"The officer didn't take a report." Alison clicked her pen.

"Really, it's shotty cops like that that let killers get away."

"That shotty cop was Jamie." Alison dropped the pen.

"Are you kidding me?"

"I wish I was. I talk to him before coming over here." Alison turned to her computer.

"What are you doing." Alison glanced over at him.

"I'm looking up the video to see if it's been entered into evidence. I want to scan the quality of the footage." Alison closed her eyes when a red message popped up. She turned back to Danny rubbing her temples. "Do you want the good news or the bad news first?" Danny flinched.

"The good."

"Jamie is still the Boy Scout that he always has been, which leads me into the bad news. He reported himself to his CO. They blocked me from accessing his file. This means that I've been blocked, and so has everyone else in this family." Danny slammed his hand on the table, causing Alison to jump, her heart pounding in her ears.

"Sorry, Al." He got up.

"Where are you going." She called after him.

"To talk to our knucklehead of a brother. Thanks, Al."

Erin and Anthony walked to the body Greg was taking pictures of.

"What can you tell us, Sanders," Anthony called out.

"This guy was out walking his dog and got a bullet to the back of his head." Greg tilted his head standing up, using his cane to steady himself.

"What brings and ADA and her investigator to may crime scene." Erin looked at Anthony.

"He was the one that sent me the box." Greg lowered his camera. "This is our fault he got caught because of us." She said.

"No, this is no Hassett." Greg didn't know the name off the top of his head.

"We confirmed him to DeAngelo. It's the gold standard of IDing a guy. The DA's office says so." Erin said, using the victim's name.

"We don't have any cameras or witnesses," Greg said, keeping his tone even.

"It's a dead mobster. It's an act of community service if you look at it right." Anthony called out. Greg looked between the two of them.

"So, what are you going to do," Greg asked.

"Provide our own act of community service."

Greg shuffled the deck of cards. He was playing cards with his in-laws. Erin was with Alison at their apartment with Ethan.

"Let's try to be done by ten," Danny said.

"Some of us have work tomorrow."

"Yeah, Ally wants to help me edit my next book when I get home." Greg did his best to defect the jab at Jamie.

"Some of us? What does that mean?" Henry asked.

"Oh, you didn't hear?" Danny said. "The golden boy got himself another rip."

"NO shop talk at the car table," Frank said, shutting the conversations down. Greg had heard from Alison about what was going on with Jamie. Danny had somehow gotten her to get him a copy of the evidence.

"It's like the guy's going for a new world record or something." Danny continued ignoring his dad. The back door opened.

"Hey," Joe called out.

"You're late," Danny yelled back. Joe walked in, taking the empty seat next to Danny. His face was all bruised.

"What happened." Frank said.

"It's nothing," Joe responded.

"It doesn't look like nothing. You alright?" Danny asked. Greg took the ice pack off his knee.

"You look like you need this more than I do." The corner of Joe's mouth turned up, and he took it, pressing it to his face.

"Thought about not coming, but I figured you would've found out eventually anyway. I got in a fightback at my command." Frank was trying to keep his cool Greg to see it on his face.

"You get a rip," Frank asked, looking over at Jamie.

"They're offering me three days."

"Reagan's are dropping like flies," Henry said. Greg got up, grabbing another ice pack.

"So, what really happened." Greg closed his eyes at Danny's question. "To lead to this happening."

"Some of the guys had an issue that I was hiding a connection to One PP this whole time. Made it out like I was pulling a fast one on them. Then they started going in on you guys and…I lost it."

"Did you win," Henry asked.

"I survived."

"You don't need to fight our battles, Joe," Jamie said.

"This is my battle. They made me out to be some kind of fox in a henhouse." Greg walked back over, lowering himself down slowly.

"You alright," Henry asked while Frank talked to Joe.

"Yeah, Ethan left one of his cars out, and I didn't see it." Greg rubbed his knee.

"Please don't look up their IDs," Joe said, looking at Frank.

"I won't," Frank reassured him.

"It'll get easier." Jamie added.

"How did you guys deal with it," Joe asked, looking at Danny.

"Well, in Jamie's case, he would just call his older brother Danny to the rescue. You do the only thing you can do. Ignore it." Danny said.

"We all had to deal with it. We all had to prove that we weren't born with shields and stripes." Frank said, taking a drink.

"Just keep your head down." Henry suggested. "Work hard, and they'll leave you alone."

"It worked for me when I started dating Ally, but I was in the lab, so it was a little easier." Greg spun the ring around his finger.

"I've always kept my head down. And now it feels like I got eyes on me from all sides all the time."

"Maybe take up kickboxing." Jamie said the others added in some simple suggestions.

"It's hard enough being a cop these days as it is. Being alike Kennedy of cops doesn't make it any easier."

"Well, we can wallow in self-pity, or we can play," Danny said.

"Full disclosure, I'm barred from the poker table at three Atlantic casinos for winning too much," Joe said with a smile.

"That's okay because the name of the game here is Go fish because Greg over that us to live in Las Vegas." Greg held up his hands.

"I never got banned."

"Because you never played." Danny shot back.

"What can I say? I'm good."

Alison opened the door to her apartment and was greeted by Joe.

"Hey, come in." He smiled, following her into the kitchen.

"So what brings you here, Joe." He shifted slightly, looking around the apartment then walking over to a picture from her wedding.

"That was a beautiful day. Thanks for the pictures." Alison turned to look at him.

"No problem, I'm glad we had some."

"Are you mad that my mom didn't tell you?" Alison took a deep breath.

"I'm mad that she felt she couldn't tell me. But I understand why she didn't tell me all things considered." Joe shifted slightly. "Do you want something to drink?"

"No, I don't know what to keep you. I just wanted to talk to you about something." Alison crossed her arms.

"What's up, Joe."

"I handed in my leave today."

"And you want to know how to tell my Dad."

"Is it that obvious?"

"That who I was nervous about telling when I took my leave." Alison smiled. "But you knew that. That's why you came to me." Joe blushed slightly.

"My mom might have mentioned that you took some time off."

"I'm not going to hide my past. The rummers are all over the department. Something happened a little over 10 years ago, and I needed some time away to think. It wasn't, but I needed it."

"How did you tell him."

"I think that my dad could tell that something was bothering me. I thought that I could handle it, but I needed space to think. So I went to the house when I knew he would be alone and told him that I was going to teach a class at MIT where I went to college for a semester. Being a Reagan, it's best to be a straight shooter."

"How did he take it."

"He was disappointed." Joe paled, and Alison held up her hands.

"That I was in a position where I had to tell him." Joe nodded. The door to the study opened, and Ethan walked out, rubbing his eyes. Alison walked over to him, picking him up, wincing slightly. "Hey, buddy, you have a good nap." He nodded, hiding his face into her shoulder at the sight of Joe.

"I should let you get back to your day." Joe walked toward the door, and Alison followed him, holding Ethan. "I've kept you long enough."

"It's no bother. I'm your favorite Aunt, after all." Joe stopped looking at her.

"What about Erin and Eddi." Alison smiled.

"They don't count."

"Why not."

"Because they can cook, it's an unfair advantage." Joe laughed, walking into the hallway.

"Hey, Joe."

"Yeah."

"Grandpa is spending the Saturday with Greg and Ethan while I'm at work. Leaving my dad at home alone should someone want to stop by and talk to him." Joe nodded his head.

"Thanks, Aunt Al. I might just do that."

Greg sat down at the table. Alison handed a plate of food over for Ethan.

"You seem quiet." Greg whispered. Alison nodded over at the window where Frank was standing.

"I think that I might have messed up with." Greg cut off his conversation when Frank walked over. She had told him about her conversation with Joe.

"I love coming home for Christmas," Nicky called, setting the last of the food down.

"Wow, did you make all of this," Jamie asked Henry.

"No, Joe brought it over." He explained while they all took their seats. Speaking of one down, one to go. Where's Joe." Greg felt Alison hold her breath.

"I'm not sure he's going to make it," Frank said.

"Wait, he's not coming." Nicky said, her shoulders slouching at the news.

"He had to go out of town."

"He had to go out of town where," Danny asked Frank, his cop voice was on.

"He didn't say." Frank smiled back.

"He called you just now." Jamie asked. Greg could see where this conversation was going.

"He mentioned it when he brought the food yesterday that he might have a conflict."

"And did he say how long this conflict might last?" Alison handed Ethan a dinner roll while Erin was talking. Greg could see her biting her lower lip. There was something bothering her. He could feel it.

"Fine." Frank let out a low breath. "He filed for a leave." The air was sucked out of the room.

"So I guess our pep talk didn't work," Henry said, looking over at Greg.

"Do you think he's going to come back," Eddie asked.

"I don't know, but I know he's got a lot of thinking to do." Nicky shook her head.

"Why didn't he at least stay around for dinner."

"He probably had enough attention this week already," Erin reassured her.

"You don't think he was trying to run away from us," Sean asked.

"No," Alison said, drawing all of their attention.

"What makes you say that." Jamie asked. Greg smiled at her.

"He came by to talk to me on Friday." Dany leaned back in his chair.

"Well, thanks for waning us, Al." Greg furrowed his brow.

"Hey, Joe came by to talk to her. She didn't want to say anything if he ended up showing up."

"But you knew that he put his leave in," Erin asked, looking at them.

"He mentioned it." Alison said.

"Do you know when he's coming back," Jack asked.

"He didn't say. I'm sorry." Frank nodded at her words.

"He will be around. It is Christmas after all, and he is family."