Greg hung the phone up, his hands shaking as he drove toward the scene where Ecklie's had been shot.

"Have you been able to get ahold of Nick?" He asked, glancing over at Sara.

"No, it keeps going to voice mail. I sent Finn a texted message telling her." Greg could feel Sara's eyes on him. "They're going to be fine."

"You don't know that." He snapped out at her.

"Greg, I'm just trying to help. We could go to the house instead." Greg was already shaking his head.

"No, because there might be guys watching me. I don't want to lead them to her." He took a deep breath. "Alison will be fine. She knows what she's doing." Greg pulled the car up to the crime scene, and they got out. The Medics were lifting Ecklie onto a gurney.

"What's his condition." Greg asked.

"Stable but critical." One of the medics called out. Greg walked over to Morgan. She was standing on the sidewalk staring at her father.

"Morgan," Greg said, pulling her out of her thoughts.

"I'm going with him." Greg nodded and stepped back so she could get in before her father. Sara walked over to him.

"Russell needs me at his place to process the scene. I tried Nick three more times, and he didn't pick up." Sara said around a lump in her throat.

"Okay, I'll handle things here. You should defiantly go to Russell's." Sara nodded.

"Be careful."

"If you hear or see Alison…." Sara squeezed his arm.

"I'll let you know."

Alison lifted Ethan into her arms, doing her best to keep him asleep. It would be easier to keep him quiet that way. He was getting too big for her to carry, but tonight she didn't even notice. Her primary car was parked out front, but they kept a spare in the garage. Greg had wanted them both to have an option and second at the house. And tonight, that thought paid off. Reaching into the coffee ground, she grabbed the set of keys that they hid. A car door closed. Alison's heart started to bound. She had to move quickly. She slipped into the dark garage, not turning the lights on. Ethan sturred in her arms.

"Where are we going." He asked, and Alison hushed him.

"We're going for a ride." Ethan turned in her arms, and she fought back a scream as it pulled on her scars.

"In the bat car." Alison hushed him.

"It's a secret." Ethan lowering his voice, nodded. She quickly moved, putting him in his car seat, before getting behind the wheel. She locked the doors and stared at the garage. Did she turn the car on or open the door first. She heard another car door shut. Turning the car in, she opened the garage. It was close, and Alison held her breath as she waited for it to get high enough that she could drive out. It was almost finished when the door to the garage opened, and 3 men with guns came out. Alison slammed on the gas, barely clearing the garage door. She pulled out of the driveway as fast as she could. Hearing the popping sound of gunfire as she did. Ethan was hollering in excitement, not having seen the back guys. The back was marked with 3 circles, but the glass did not shatter. Greg's book money had come in handy tonight.

"Where are we going." Ethan called out as she pulled off of their street.

"I'm taking you to work with me." Headlights appeared behind her, and she took a deep breath. It looked like this case wasn't over yet.

Greg walked over to Morgan, sitting in the hospital waiting room. Hodges was seated next to her. Their parents had started dating each other, and they had slipped into an easy sibling relationship.

"Here's the clothes you had Windy grab for you," Greg said, handing them over to Hodges.

"I heard a car." Morgan started to say. "Then a gunshot." Her hand clenched around the blood-soaked clothes that she had on. "And my father was lying there. But I didn't see anything." Hodges reached over, taking her hand.

"You did what was necessary. You made sure he was alright until the medics got there." Greg's phone buzzed in his pocket, and he stepped away. His heart-pounding as he pulled it out. It wasn't Alison. It was Brass. Panic shot through him.

"Is my family alright?" He said, holding his breath.

"A report came out about gunfire on your street. I had one of my men. A good cop checked the place out. It was empty on the sign of an intruder or your family." Greg's hands started shaking again. not both of them he could lose both of them. He was fighting back panic. "Her car was still parked out front." Greg stopped on that.

"Was there one in the garage?"

"What?"

"Was there a car in the garage?" Greg resisted the urge to scream.

"No, just Alison's car out front." Greg relaxed.

"Then she's going to be fine."

"Why do you say that."

"Because she's in the bat car."

Alison walked into the crime lab through the backdoor. Ethan was once again asleep in her arms. She had spent most of the night driving, trying to lose her tail. She rounded the corner and stopped. Greg stood in the center of the hallway, looking over a report.

"Hey, Sanders." His eyes shot up at that. At the sight of the two of them, he dropped his report and ran over to them.

"I knew you were alright." He said, wrapping his arms around them. That woke Ethan up.

"Daddy, we got to ride in the bat car." Greg smiled at him.

"That's what I heard." He looked at Alison.

"How was it." Alison smile.

"It worked like a charm. Is everyone alright?" Her mind shot to Russell's granddaughter, who had been taken earlier in the evening.

"Everyone is back home where they belong," Greg said, kissing her.

"What about the one that caused this."

"On a bus to solitary confinement in Illinois," Greg said with a smile.

"Now that sounds perfect."

"Daddy, can I see the bugs." Ethan said. Greg laughed.

"Maybe if we ask Mrs. Sara, really nicely." Greg took Ethan in his arms. Alison let out a little yelp as Ethan accidentally kicked her side. Greg looked at her.

"Are you alright?" She could tell he was looking for a gunshot.

"Yes, just an old war wound. Nothing to worry about. Now let's go see about those bugs.