Greg sat in the back of the gallery listening to the bond hearing. Two college students were found in a car with a gun. It was about as straightforward as it could get. Just looking at the lawyers standing next to their clients, he could bet how this would go. The kid on the left came from money and had an attorney in a suit that probably cost more than Greg's car. While the kid on the left had a public defender that probably had 20 other cases, he is working simultaneously. The door opened, and he spotted Jack Boil walked in with a client. Greg waved at him as he and his client to a seat next to him.

"How's it going," Greg said, shaking his hand. Jack let out a breath.

"Alright, Alright, what case are you here for, not mine." Greg leaned forward and looked at the client, shaking his head.

"No, I'm here for Erin's case. She wanted to talk afterward. I had to testify in another case this morning, so I just stuck around instead of going back to the lab." The expensive lawyer spoke out.

"I would like to separate our cases. My client would like to state that the gun belongs to Charles Hayes." Greg leaned back in his chair as an argument broke out between the two defendants.

"Can't say I'm surprised." Greg said.

"I would be doing the same thing." Jack agreed. The public defender apologized to the court as his client was taken out of the courtroom.

"A mister…." He searched his notes, and both Greg and Jack groaned.

"Charles Hayes," Erin said.

"Mr. Hayes wants to plead not guilty." The Judge, entirely not interested, looks over at Erin.

"The People?"

"Mr. Hayes has a record for assault." Erin started to talk, the Public defender called out, interrupting her. He started ruffling through his papers. The Judge stopped him from setting his bail while letting the rich kid out on his own recognition.

"This is going to be fun." Greg said as he got up.

"Best of luck," Jack said, waving goodbye. Greg stopped turning back to him.

"If Erin asks, you should take the case." Jack tilted his head.

"What makes you think she'd ask me."

"Because you're the best."

"And what would I get out of it." Greg smiled.

"If you play your play your cards right, a second chance." Jack smiled.

"That's worth far more than my salary."

Alison pulled back the curtain, smiling at Abigail. She was sitting on the exam bed, her face covered in bruises.

"I'd hate to see the other guy," Alison said, setting her kit down next to her. She took her headphones out, closing her eyes as the noises of the hospital filled her ears.

"You can keep those in." Abigail said. Alison shook her head.

"No, I'm fine." She pulled the curtain closed.

"Did you're Father ask you to come?" Alison put on some gloves.

"No, he wouldn't want you to be uncomfortable. I just happened to get paged for this." Alison stood in front of her. "I can have someone else come down if you would prefer." Abigail shook her head.

"No, you're the best." Alison smiled.

"You know if I had a dollar for every time some said that to Greg or me. I would have two dollars." Abigail laughed, then winced.

"What do you need?"

"The hospital already has all the collections they took and gave me your clothes. I just need to take a few pictures." Abigail relaxed.

"If you ever need or want me to stop, let me know." Abigail nodded, biting her lower lip. Alison did her best to work fast. Abigail did as she was asked. Keep as still as possible for all the pictures that were needed.

"My hands were full of groceries I'd gotten for my grandma." Abigail started to explain. "He blindsided me. I couldn't reach my gun fast enough" Alison took another picture, not saying anything. "I should have been watching my six." By the end of it, though, they were both emotionally done. Alison was packing her camera up when her phone buzzed. She looked at it.

"My Father's here to see you. Would you like me to stay in her a little longer to give you time before you have to see him?" Abigail shook her head.

"No, thank you." Alison nodded, grabbing her bag and heading through the curtain. He Father was getting off the Elevator. She nodded at him.

"Al, how bad is it." She looked over her shoulder.

"Her face is pretty beat up." Frank shook his head.

"How bad is it." Alison crossed her arms.

"You know better than to ask me that. Only she can answer that question." Frank nodded his head.

"Thanks for doing this."

"I did it for her."

Greg slammed his office phone down, running his hand over his face.

"You know if you keep doing that, you're face is going to more wrinkly than Grandpa's in a few years." Alison said. Greg looked through his fingers at her.

"You would do this too if you just got the phone call that I did." Alison leaned forward in her chair, resting her elbows on her desk.

"What's up?"

"You know that case I was telling you about. The two kids being charged with gun possession." Alison smiled.

"You mean the one where you played matchmaker." Greg held up his hands.

"I did not." Alison rolled her eyes.

"You so did, but it doesn't matter. What about the case."

"The gun was used in an attempted murder of 2 people." Alison closed her eyes.

"So you're saying that this simple case just got a lot more complicated."

"Yeah, the kid isn't looking at 2 years. He's looking at 10-15." Alison let out a slow breath.

"If that's the case, then it's a good thing he had Jack defending him. I'd hate to go up against you and Erin."

Alison leaned against the wall as the line-up went set.

"Thanks for being here." Frank said as they waited for Abigail to get ready.

"I took the case, meaning that I need to be here." Abigail entered the room.

"Commissioner." She said.

"Alison ran the footage you got through facial recognition and got a hit." Abigail took in the information.

"Who is he?" She asked. The room went silent. She nodded her head. "You're not going to tell me."

"We'd like you to identify him."

"If that's okay." Garet added. Alison didn't say anything, just watched.

"It's fine." Frank nodded.

"Well, you know the drill." Alison pulled the blinds up, and Abigail walked over to the window. Alison didn't look at the men. She didn't need to. She knew how they were. She had seen them before. She watched Abigail. The woman started down the men though they couldn't see her. Her determined face never craking. She wanted to get this guy no matter what.

"Number Four." She said. Alison didn't recatch. It was the right person. She marked it down and headed out of the room. Danny walked past her.

"Hey kid, what are you doing in there." Alison shrugged her shoulders.

"I filling out a report for a line-up." Danny raised an eyebrow.

"You don't normally do those." Alison walked down the hallway with him.

"Yeah, someone asked for a favor, so I made an exception."

"Who asked for the favor."

"That my dear brother is between them and me. I hear that your attempted murder case was linked to Erin's possession case." Danny shook his head.

"Yeah, it's a real family affair. I just wish that Jack wasn't getting in the way of my investigation." Alison laughed.

"he would be in the way of your investigation even if he was practicing in a different state."

"I at least wouldn't have to run into him at Erin's office." Alison looked over at him.

"you know that I will never agree with you on this topic."

"Don't worry, kid I forgive you."

Greg handed Ethan a napkin as he took his seat next to Alison.

"Hi," Erin called out from the front door. Frank looked at them all.

"Okay, everybody, best behavior." He said.

"And why do we need to be on our best behavior?" Sean asked.

"it's a surprise." Greg and Alison glanced at each other.

"You two know," Jamie said, catching the look.

"We do, but we are pleading the fifth," Greg answered. Before asking any more questions, Erin walked into the dining room with Jack next to her.

"Hey, it's Jack." Frank called out.

"Hi," Jack said.

"Hi, Uncle Jack." Sean said. "It's good to see you.

"Oh, thank you, Sean."

"We were told to be on our best behavior." Alison spit her water back in her cup. Greg reached over, gently patting her back.

"That's a relief." Frank nodded.

"Yes, the best behavior part goes for you, too, Jack."

"Noted." Jack held up a container. "I hope that Finnerty's still does the trick," Jack said, setting his things down.

"I have a feeling we're gonna need some of that tonight," Henry said.

"After you leave."

"And a peakon pie." Jack added.

"Dad's favorite." Danny called out. "I see you're still sucking up, Jack." Alison leaned forward in her chair.

"It's not like Greg doesn't do that." Greg held up a hand.

"I just don't make pies." Jack walked, overtaking his seat next to Danny. Greg tried to give one last reassuring smile and the man.

"I'm glad you were able to make it," Alison said, smiling at Erin.

"I wouldn't miss this for the world."