Greg pulled the car into the driveway, and he and Alison hopped out. Ethan was staying with Frank and Henry while working on the case. They pushed through the front door, and the family turned to look at them.

"Well," Frank said.

"I confirmed that the body in the car was not Joe. His DNA didn't match." Greg said. The weight in the room lifted slightly.

"Still haven't heard from him yet, though," Jamie said.

"Well, at least there's a reason to think you might," Frank said.

"I'm gonna order some food." Henry said, getting to his feet.

"Pizza okay with everybody?" He moved to the dining room and stopped. "I can't take another funeral. I can't bury another one of us. I can't have another one of us ripped from this family. Whatever it takes, from each of you…bring him back alive." Greg wrapped his arms around Alison.

"We're going to go check on Ethan. Let us know if you have any questions about the scene." Greg said before he and Alison headed upstairs. Ethan was asleep in Alison's old bed. The two of them watched him.

"It's hard to believe he's going to be in school soon," Alison said, watching him.

"I know it seems like yesterday you were giving birth to him."

"Alone." Alison smiled.

"Hey, I was being held against my will. And I promised to be there the next time." Alison looked up at him.

"Do you still want there to be the next time?" Greg brushed the hair out of her face.

"Why wouldn't I."

"Because of the letters." Greg closed his eyes.

"Do you think it's a risk having Ethan?" He felt Alison relax back into his arms.

"No."

"Then yes, I still want a next time." Greg kissed the top of her head. "What are you thinking about."

"Erin is right. I should have said something about the letters or at least the second person." Greg rubbed her arm.

"You were trying to protect everyone."

"But at what cost."

"A full night sleep for 15 years."

Alison walked next to Greg about 10 feet behind Danny and Jamie.

"Do you think we should tell them that we can do this," Greg asked, leaning over next to her. She looked at them.

"No, their fighting best give them something to do. Bedside's, you shouldn't be out here in the first place. You'll get an infection." Greg rolled his eyes.

"Yeah, and you can explain to Henry why I'm sitting at him knitting a blanket." Alison glanced at a pile of trash.

"Uh…maybe because you were shot." Danny and Jamie were really going at it, but Alison could tell from their tone that they were in the process of making up.

"Why do they have an ice scrape and baseball bat," Greg asked, going through his own pile of trash.

"Because they don't like to get their hands dirty at that was all that Danny had in the car. I told you we should have driven." Greg looked over at her.

"Yeah, and have Danny drive off with our car. No thanks, you and I have both had issues with that." Alison laughed.

"So instead, we let him drive and are not at the mercy of my older brother." Greg looked over at the brothers.

"You have a point." Alison watched Greg bend over, letting out a wince. "See, this is why you should be up there pretending to look for evidence. You're going to hurt yourself." Greg stood up.

"If I had, we might have missed this," Greg said, holding up a phone. "Hey, Jamie!" Greg called out. Danny and Jamie stopped walking back over to them. "What kind of cell phone did joe have?" Greg held it out for them to see.

"That kind," Jamie answered.

"Okay," Danny said. "He's one of us. You're undercover; you need to reach out, but your phone is gone. What do you do?" Jamie pulled out his phone.

"I get a text every time his undercover credit card runs a charge." Jamie looked at his screen. "He's at a gas station in Kinderhook, New York. Or a least his card is. I'm going to go run up and take a look." Danny nodded.

"Okay, I'm in. We can take my car." Alison and Greg glanced at each other.

"I guess we're in too." She said Greg put the phone in an evidence bag.

"Having CSI with you two might be helpful anyways."

Greg and Alison got out of the car, following Danny and Jamie into the gas station. Jamie and Alison headed for the bathroom.

"Excuse me," Danny said, walking over to the owner.

"Detective Reagan and Sanders. NYPD."

The two of them held up their badges for him to see.

"You guys are a little out of your jurisdiction."

"Yeah, well, we got a, uh, hit on a stolen credit card. Couple of bad actors we like for a double homicide down by us, so we were wondering if we could take a look at your security tapes." The owner glanced over at Jamie and Alison, who had joined them.

"I'm alone here. I can't just leave the register and, uh, play them for you." Alison smiled at him.

"What type of security system do you have." The owner smiled.

"Deja, view the old version."

"Do you mind if I take a look?"

"Uh, it's just past the freezer case there." Alison hurried over to the computer pulling it up.

"Okay," Danny said. "What do you have for us." Alison pointed at the screen.

"There he is." She slowed the tape down for them, and they all watched as Joe gave the camera a thumbs up and mouthed that he was okay.

"That is," Danny asked.

"He's testing our response, I'm guessing," Jamie said. Greg places a hand on Alison's shoulder.

"he has to know that if we see this tape, we're not just turning around." He said.

"He's still in his undercover car, so he knows we can track him with his plates and his credit card." Jamie said.

"Trak him where." Danny asked. "I don't know If he realizes that the guys he's ratting on are not the type of guys to give up if they try to whack you and miss."

"I'm sure he knows that." Jamie said.

"Well, I'm starting to think he doesn't." Danny turned to Alison and Greg. "Can't you guys track him with your computers?" Greg looked down at Alison, and they both nodded.

"We should be good now that we know what we're looking for." They all got back into the car, calling Erin with an update.

"What if I get a warrant to search Fagan's apartment?" Erin said.

"We could at least harvest some sense of where Joe is headed, set up a perimeter, and then intercept them." Greg looked over at Alison. She was sitting cross-legged with her eyes glued to her computer.

"Yeah, we thought about that," Danny said.

"About a warrant."

"No, about intercepting him. But he may not want to be."

"What, be brought in safe?" Antony asked.

"No, pulled off his assignment," Jamie explained.

"Is he out of his mind? These guys don't fool around."

"We went over that, too, and you're right," Danny said.

"Well, then, all the more reason to head him off," Erin said.

"I hate to play Erin Reagan on you, Erin Reagan, but do you have anything connecting his girlfriend to his criminal activity," Danny said.

"No, But I…" Danny cut her off.

"Then you don't have probable cause, and she's got a reasonable expectation of privacy. SO unless you have a judge willing to look past that, I don't know what to say." Greg glanced over at Alison. She was leaning her head against the window, resting her eyes. Part of him wished that she had stayed home with Ethan. But the other part knew that wasn't going to happen.

"Look," Erin finally responded. "I'm going with what Pop said. Do whatever it takes." Erin hung the phone up. There was a notification of Alison's computer, and she opened her eyes.

"Just checked into a hotel in Worcester, Mass." She said.

"I think It's pronounced Wus-ter." Danny corrected her. "Let's go."

Alison stood next to Danny in the small gas station/ dinner.

"You look at the tapes, and I'll get the food." He said to her.

"Sure thing." She looked up at the menu.

"What do you want?" Alison tilted her head.

"A number 6 with everything?" Danny raised an eyebrow.

"That will have pickles." Alison shrugged.

"Special orders confuse their system. Get the same for Greg." Danny nodded while she headed to look at the cameras. Her phone rang. She answered it while she pulled up the footage. Danny had gotten her permission when they first got there.

"Hello." She said, tucking the phone under her chin.

"How's it going, Al." Henny asked.

"Alright, we are still on the same path as Joe." She said, smiling as the image of her nephew came on screen. He gave another thumbs up. "How are things going there."

"Your father was able to convince Stella not to come up until we have more news." Alison nodded.

"I'm sure that was a fun conversation."

"And Ethan and I are going to make cookies." Alison smiled.

"Is he there." She bit her lower lip.

"Hi, Mommy." Her son's voice came over the line, and Alison shut her eyes.

"Hi, buddy, you having fun with Great Grandpa."

"Yeah, when are you coming home." Alison opened her eyes, spotting Danny standing nearby with the food.

"Soon, buddy. And when we do, we can go to the museum and look at the dinosaurs." Ethan called out in delight. "I love you. Now give the phone back to Great Grandpa." She started walking over to Danny, giving him the thumbs up that they were still on the right track.

"Ethan's doing fine, Al." Henny said to her.

"Thanks."

"You kids stay safe."

"Will do." She hung the phone up.

"Everything alright, kid," Danny asked.

"Just missing my kid." Danny smiled.

"You never get over that."

Alison slowly opened her eyes and was greeted by the flashing of lights.

"We're here," Greg said to her. She stretched then nodded.

"Cops." She said as they all got out.

"That's Joe's car." Jamie pointed out."

"Yeah, think good thoughts." An officer spotted them and held up his hands.

"Hold up." They all pulled their badges.

"NYPD. Who-who's in the bus?" Danny asked.

"You're a little out of your jurisdiction."

"We got a guy who's working undercover up here." The officer shook his head.

"I'm sorry I can't tell you anything." Danny pinched the bridge of his nose then looked at the rest of them.

"We could split up, have two go to the hospital and see what they can find, and 2 keep going after Joe." Jamie suggested.

"I don't like that." Greg said, crossing his arms. "It feels like we're just asking for trouble." The officer walked over to them.

"I'm sorry but are you, G. H. Sanders." Alison smiled at the blush that covered Greg's cheeks.

"He is," Danny said.

"And he will sign whatever you want it. You can tell us who was on that bus." The officer helps up his hands, running back to his car.

"I can't believe that just worked," Alison said.

"You should have more faith in your husband's celebrity status." Danny said, patting Greg on the shoulder, causing Greg to flinch." The officer hurried back over with Greg's latest book.

"Who do you want it made out to."

"Randi Johnstone," Greg nodded, sighing the book. He hesitated before he handed it back.

"Who was on that bus." The officer nodded.

"Right, there was only one victim in the room, a Felix Evens. We're waiting on records."

"Is he likely," Jamie asked.

"No, whoever shot him just took out both his knees," Randi answered.

"Good, well, make sure when he can walk again, you guys got cuffs on him," Danny said. "We like him for a homicide in New York."

"So, what's your undercover doing up here?" Randi asked Danny.

"He's on loan to the feds."

"Anything pop at the scene you might share with us?" Jamie asked.

"Like."

"Like we said, our guy's undercover, so he's got to be creative keeping in touch." He looked at Greg, then nodded.

"There is one thing we can't suss out." He pulled out his camera. "This was found in the victim." Randi shows a napkin with a number and string of text on it. Alison quickly took a picture of it.

"Mean anything to you." He asks. But they all shake their heads.

"We appreciate this." Danny said.

"Anything to help solve a case." He said, smiling at Greg.

"Thank you." They turned, walking back to the car.

"The first part has Joe's shield number on it," Danny said, pointing at the image on Alison's phone.

"And the second part." Alison asked.

"I have no idea. Why is this kid giving us the runaround?" Danny asked. Jamie stopped.

"Well, maybe he's not." They all stopped looking at him.

"What do you mean." Greg asked.

"This Kid's got us on a wild goose chase," Danny said.

"Hear me out. Say he's about to take this crew down. But he knows that his own dad died embedded with bad guys on the job. So he knows for sure that we're gonna de trying to pull him out of this."

"And being that he's a Reagan," Danny said, following Jamie's train of thought. "What would we do if we were in his shoes? We wouldn't want to get pulled out. Okay, so what do you think about this note."

"6 numbers and an R and an I."

"Uh-huh, Rhode Island, Rhode Island License plate," Danny said, snapping his fingers.

"I'm guessing that he took the vic's keys and stole his ride," Jamie added while they got in the car.

"I'll pull up the vehicle records," Greg said.

"And I'll start looking at the camera to see what I can find," Alison said.

Greg glanced at Alison in the mirror. He was taking a turn driving while Jamie sat in the back with Alison. He was grateful for a chance to stretch his leg out. They had spent most of the night tracking the truck that Joe had snagged. Greg pulled into the gas station where the car was parked.

"Flashed the lights." Danny said next to him. Greg did as he was told, glancing around. "If this is another game of musical cars," Danny gets out of the car and goes to scope out the truck. He turned back to them, shaking his head, then pointed for Greg to park the car. Greg nodded, pulling in a few spots over from the truck. Alison jerks awake with a slight scream. Greg spins around in his seat then gasps as he pulls his stitches. Jamie holds his hands up, getting Alison's attention.

"Al, we're spotting at a gas station. It looks like Joe swapped cars again." Alison shut her eye, taking in slow deep breaths. Greg was doing the same, and the radiating pain from his side made him nauseous.

"I'll go help, Danny." She said, getting out of the car. Greg watched her walk toward the shop.

"How bad was it." Jamie said.

"What?" Greg asked.

"The waiting." Greg pinched the bridge of his nose.

"It was easier getting shot because you knew it was going to be over."

Alison opened the door to the shop. She had a nightmare, only this was about Greg getting shot instead of one of her normal ones. She walked over to Danny, who was looking at the security camera. He handed her a bag of food. She took it taking a bit before taking over the controls from Danny.

"Look at this." She said, pointing at the screen. Joe walked over to the camera then held up a pamphlet that read New Hampshire.

"That has to be something."

"Maybe that's where they're heading next. What did the store owner say." Danny shook his head.

"Some hotshot left his Camaro running, and Joe snagged it." Alison typed on the computer.

"No cameras outside, surprisingly, so no plates this time."

To trucks pulled up next to the abandoned truck, and Greg slumped down in his seat. He pulled his baseball cap down over his face.

"Got company." He whispered to Jamie but couldn't see if he was hiding. He wished that he had rolled the windows up, but it was hot, and he had turned the car off. Four men got out of the car, walking over to the truck and looking through the windows. One of them pulled out a cell phone. Greg had to fight the urge to turn his head.

"This is Kenny." The man said. "We found the truck. What we got on the car they swiped?" Greg could tell by the voice that he was getting closer to their car. "Providence went offline. Since when?"

Alison pointed at the screen.

"There." Danny looked up from his phone, where he was texting Erin an update. Joe was holding up a map, and his finger was pointing at a location.

"Al, we're leaving." Alison didn't hesitate to take a picture of the locations hurrying after Danny.

"No, text me the plates." Kenny said. From what it sounded like, he was leaning against the car now. "I don't get a pen." Greg prayed that Danny and Alison wouldn't leave the shop. There was no telling what these men would do. Greg felt the car weight shift as Kenny stood up. "Come on, guys, let's go inside." Greg's heart dropped to his stomach, and his fingers twitched to grab his gun. Alison and Danny were walking right into them.

"Sorry." He heard Alison say, then the door closed. Greg sat up and let out a relieved breath when Danny and Alison walked back over to the car. Doing their best not to raise any suspicions.

"Company," Danny asked, setting a bag of supplies in the passenger seat.

"Yeah," Jamie said from the back. "Moonshine Crew. The same trail as us."

"Joe's next stop in Portsmouth, New Hampshire. Alison got a picture of the road. Now pull up to a pump over there, well yeah. We gotta stay ahead of these good ol' boys." Danny grabbed some stuff out of the bag of things he bought. "Keep an eye on the door; I'll meet you there." Greg does as he's told, then reached over opening the car door.

"They're coming." Alison said. Greg honks the car horn, and Danny runs over, hopping in the car as the men run for their cars. The minute Danny gets into the car, Greg speeds off.

"What did you do?" Jamie asked as the truck sputtered to a stop.

"I pulled a page out of Sander's book here." Greg looked over at that.

"You blew their car up?" Danny laugh.

"No," Alison said, leaning forward. "He put water in the gas." Greg looked over at that.

"How is that out of my book." Danny looked at him.

"I read about it in one of your books." Greg looked over at that.

"You read my books."

"Of course, I did."

Alison pulled into the front of the gas station.

"Alright, I'll be back." She said.

"I can go," Greg said from behind, his voice tired. He and Jamie were sleeping in the back.

"No, I can do it." She reassured him.

"I'll go with her," Danny said, getting out of the car.

"I can do this by myself." Alison said.

"Well, maybe I don't want to go anywhere by yourself." Alison tilted her head.

"What's…" She was cut off by Joe calling out to them. He was standing at the back corner of the building. Alison glances over at Danny then the two of them walk over to him, trying to be as casual as possible.

"Long time no see in person," Danny said, glancing around. "Except for when you almost git us both killed."

"Sorry of all the hide and seek," Joe said.

"Imagine you're under orders to bring me in? Right? I'm good with that."

"You are." Alison couldn't hide the surprise in her voice.

"Good, now let's get out of here," Danny said.

"All right, but I need 12 more hours, give or take." Alison rolled her eyes.

"Did somebody die and make him boss?" Danny asked her.

"I'm just asking for the same thing you would. Or you." He says to Alison. "Or my dad." Joe tosses over the bag that he was holding. "They're good burgers." Alison catches the bag, and Danny takes it from her. "I'm in a black Camaro with Connecticut plates. If I lose you, I'll wait up at the next mile marker. If you need gas fill up now." Alison looks over at Danny.

"We're good on gas." She said.

"And we got your six."

They pulled to a gas station, and Joe walked over to them.

"Alright, this is our last stop. The next place is our destination." He said, leaning down to look at them in the car.

"What's the plan," Jamie asked from the front seat.

"Ty will go in first he has a history with the woman that owns the place, and we'll come through the back." Danny nodded.

"Sounds like a plan. Alison and Greg can cover the exits." Greg opened his mouth to say something but was cut off by Danny's look. Joe nodded and walked back over to his car.

"What's that about." Greg asked as they got back on the road.

"We need two people to cover the exits, and you were shot."

"Fine," Greg said, leaning back in his seat. It took about 10 minutes to reach their destination. They watched Ty, the man working with Joe, get out of the car and head into the shop. Danny and Jamie hurried over the back, and Greg and Alison got in position around the corner of the shop. Insight of the door. But out of sight of the windows.

"How do you feel." Alison asked.

"Fine you."

"I just don't want this to end up like it did with my brother." The door opens, and Ty signals for them to enter. The woman was sitting on a stool in the center where Danny tied her up. A cell on the counter started to ring. Greg glanced over at the screen.

"It's Kenny." He said.

"Don't answer it." Joe said.

"What do you mean don't answer?" Danny asked.

"They're going to know something is up. She doesn't pick it up."

"Then they'll figure we're here," Ty added. Jamie grabbed the phone walking over to the woman. Joe pointed the gun at her leg.

"You haven't seen us, or you will never walk again, you understand?" She looked over at Ty.

"Yeah, he'll do it." Joe nods, and Jamie holds the phone up to her.

"Hey, Kenny." She says into it.

"Answer when I call you." Kenny said.

"I was in the back, you mind." Greg glanced over at Danny.

"We're about 30 minutes out. Any sign of Dickson and the cop?" They all froze and looked at her.

"There's six of them, and they beat you here." Jamie quickly hangs the phone up, and Joe kicked the stool out from under her.

"Buckle up. Alison, there have to be cameras around here." She nodded, running over to the computers.

"I'll find them."

"There should be a truck out back with guns," Ty said. Danny nodded.

"Greg, can you find a safe place for our host." Greg walked over to the woman pulling her to her feet.

"There's a closet in the back," Ty called out. Greg nodded, heading back there. She woman struggled under his grip and pushed him up against the wall. Greg sucked in a pained breath but kept his grip, shoving her into the closet. He quickly glanced around to make sure she couldn't get out. Then zip tied her to the shelves. Greg looked down at her bound hands and froze. He had seen marks like that before on Alison. He shot back from the woman, then shut and locked the door. The others walked back in with assault rifles.

"What are those for." Alison asked, looking up from her computer.

"According to Ty, it's to take down a federal courthouse." Greg shook his head.

"This just gets better and better."

"I got the camera." Alison said Joe and Jamie hurried over to take a look.

"You pulled your stitches." Danny said, walking over to him. Greg looked up and saw that there was blood on his shirt.

"It will be fine." Greg groaned, lifting the bottom of his shirt up to look at the spot it wasn't bad.

"Oh man, what happened to you," Ty said. Greg glanced over at the others, who were all looking at his back. Greg quickly pulled his shirt down, knowing they had seen his scars. A red and white spiderweb of scars traced up his whole back.

"I was in an accident about 9 years ago." He said, glancing at Alison. She wasn't looking. She had seen them before.

"The lab accident." Jamie said. Greg nodded.

"Alison didn't mention anything."

"She wouldn't," Danny said, smiling at his sister.

"Now, what's the plan." Greg asked, looking at Joe.

"We got gun, so let's take these guys down."

"They're here," Alison said into her earbud, getting to her feet.

"Northeast entrance. I count 4 guys." She said, looking at the camera.

"Great, let up know if someone joins them," Danny said back. Alison watched them get into position.

"They're flanking you on the left," Alison said as one of the trucks got into position.

"We need to spread out." Joe says.

"I'll cover you." Danny says. Alison watches as Joe runs to hide behind one of the other vehicles. She checks the other cameras. There's a crash from the back, and Alison freezes. She glances at the monitor moving to grab her gun. Just as the woman exits from the back holding a gun.

"I would have expected cops to know to check the boots." She said with a smile. "Now get up." Alison glanced at the cameras spotting another truck coming up behind them.

"Your six." She called out just as the woman hit her in the face with the butt of her gun, knocking Alison off her chair and her ear bur out. She used the moment to kick it at the woman knocking her off her feet. The sudden response causes her to fire her gun, but it misses Alison by inches. Alison fought the pounding headache and launched onto the woman shoving the gun away. The woman punches her in the face, but Alison gets her in a hold.

"I have three brothers." She simply said, pinning the woman down. Alison heard the front door open and tensed.

"Back here." The woman calls out. Alison glanced at the gun on the ground. She could go for it. But that would mean letting the woman go. Before she got a chance, a police officer came into view, and she relaxed.

"My badge is in my front pocket." She called out. The officer was joined by two others. Alison released her hold on the woman. "I'm taking it out. She slowly moved, pulling it out. The officer nodded his acceptance of it, and she got to her feet. The room started to spin, and she grabbed the counter.

"Are you alright, detective?" The officer asked.

"Not, but I will be. Is it clear outside?"

"One casualty and one officer wounded." Alison hurried out of the shop holding her badge up. She spotted Ty on the ground, dead and next to him, Joe. Alison ran over to him. Greg was putting pressure on his leg.

"Is he alright?" Alison asked, dropping down next to him.

"Again, I'm not a doctor." Joe said through gritted teeth.

"Nothing vital it missed the knee too," Greg said. He looked up at her.

"How are you." Alison could see blood out of the corner of her eyes.

"Someone forgot to check the lady's boot." Danny walked over, examining her face where she had been hit.

"I think you're gonna live, but to be safe, I think you should go to the hospital." Alison froze, and Danny looked at her.

"You have a head injury. I don't want you dying on Greg." Alison gave a slight nod.

"Fine, but I'm not ridding in the ambulance." She looked over at Greg, who nodded.

"Deal."

"Bless us, O Lord, and these, the gifts, which we are about to receive from thy bounty, through Christ, our Lord. Amen." Greg opened his eyes after praying over the Sunday lunch.

"Okay," Frank called out.

"Before we start, look under your plate." He says, pointing at Joe. Joe glances at them all.

"Okay." He picked up the mettle with a chain on it.

"Your uncles rescued it." Henny explained. "Greg made sure it didn't stick in some evidence locker." It had been on the body that was burned in the car.

"Thank you," Joe said, smiling.

"It wasn't easy; Greg complained the whole time," Danny said, smiling. Joe looked up at them.

"You know this was my dad's, right?" Jamie nodded.

"Saint Jude." He said.

"We were each given one of those the day we made our first Holy Communion," Danny explained.

"But better around your neck, harder to lose that way," Frank said, unfolding his napkin.

"The food came from that place out in Glen Cove that you like." Henry smile.

"No, no, you didn't have to go through all that trouble," Joe said, looking down at the food.

"Well, w-we don't know your favorite food. The only thing we had to go on was the stuff you gave us that time, so…" Frank explained.

"Hmm," Danny nodded. "Yeah, that time you didn't show up for dinner."

"When you bailed on us." Jamie added.

"Um, I'm-I'm really sorry about that," Joe said.

"No apologies necessary." Henry said.

"No, no, I am. I really am. With everything that was going on, I was way out of my wheelhouse, and I don't know, I just…."

"Turtled," Eddie said.

"But running from a gang of thugs trying to kill you has got you feeling more sociable again," Danny said, causing them all the laugh. "So that's your wheelhouse," Joe shook his head.

"I don't know if I would say that. more being on the run for my life is more my happy place."

"We're all wondering if maybe you're the new black sheep of this family," Henry said. Joe tilted his head.

"The one that acts out." Erin explained. "Takes risks makes the rest of us worried." Frank waved his hands.

"They think is that quality goes for everyone at this table, on a given day. We're really a whole family of black sheep."

"Except," Henry held up his hand. "I'm the distinguished gray-sliver sheep." They all rolled their eyes.

"But Joe is something special here. He is truly his father's son." Joe looked at Frank.

"And that's a good thing."

"There is no better thing." They all waited for a heartbeat before digging into the food.

"You really didn't have to do this," Joe said again.

"Oh, we did," Danny said. "If we didn't, Alison would have been cooking, and there is no telling what we would have ended up with." Greg smiled at Alison.

"It would have been something memorable."

"Yeah, Greg," Jamie said.

"Food poising is very memorable."

Alison stood at the sink washing the dishes while Danny dried them. Greg was playing a game of Chess with Joe.

"How did you know." Alison asked, looking over at Danny. A smile stretched across his face.

"Because kid, you are a creature of habit when it comes to food. I happen to know that you order the same thing at that place. A number 6 holds the pickles." Alison smiled, shaking her head. "Did you know?" Alison looked over at him.

"No." She laughed. "Greg and I were both surprised. I think that we just assumed that it was all stress-related." Danny looked at her.

"How do you feel." She smiled.

"As good as can be expected. I have a meeting with Mac tomorrow."

"Have you told anyone yet?" Alison shrugged her shoulders.

"Just Ethan meaning the rest of the family will know by the end of the day, and I don't have to tell anyone." Danny rolled his eyes. "I'm just glad that it will be over before I get another Letter." Alison felt Danny tense.

"I'll get this guy Al. No matter what." Alison turned, opening her mouth when the door to the kitchen burst open. Erin hurried over to them.

"What is this? I hear about you being pregnant."