Alison stared at the cup of tea that Greg handed her.

"You good?" He asked, rubbing her shoulder.

"I feel like death." He nodded.

"I'm about to head out there was a kid shot at a park. Where are you headed." Alison took a small sip doing her best to keep it down.

"Erin requested me today. She wants me to help with some cold case or something." Greg met her gaze.

"You'll tell her if it's too much, right." Alison rolled her eyes.

"I pregnant Greg not dying."

"You just said you felt like death, and let's not forget that you don't have the most straightforward pregnancies. You call me if you need anything." Alison grabbed her keys off her desk.

"Listen, I'm fine. You're the one that just got your stitches out. So, you need to quit hovering." Greg kissed her.

"Listen, I missed Ethan's birth. I just don't want that to happen again." Alison put her hands on her hips.

"Yeah, you better not get taken hostage again. Or I'll never forgive you." She took a deep breath running her hand over her stomach. She wasn't showing but would in the next few weeks. "Now, you better get going, or Mac will put you on dayshift." Greg kissed her again.

"Funny thing about dayshift and Nightshift. We never seem to be working during those hours."

"Speak for yourself. I get night car jackings all the time."

"Stay safe, Ally."

"You too, Sanders."

Greg walked up to Danny and Baez as they got out of the car.

"What do we got?"

"Multiple shots fired. One hit a kid in a stroller. Michael Carter. He's 5 years old." Greg pointed in the direction of the ambulance that was pulling away. "Dad went with him to the hospital. Adam will pick up the evidence there." Danny nodded.

"Any witnesses." Baez asked.

"None that are talking." Danny shook his head.

"So a kid is shot in the middle of the courtyard, and nobody saw a thing."

"I'm afraid so."

"Great, that's just great."

Alison stood next to Erin, listening to the DA Kimberly Crawford talking about the murder she witnessed as a child. This was not the case. She thought she would be working. Sticking her hands in her coat pockets, she did her best not to fidget.

"I was sitting in the back seat of our car," Crawford said, pointing at the street. "An old Vista cruiser parked here. Waiting for my dad to drive me to the beach. I saw two people arguing down the street in front of that church." Alison glanced in the direction that she indicated.

"Did you recognize either of them?" Erin asked.

"Reggie Lewis and Sandra Harris," Crawford said. "She cleaned house, and he worked in the barbershop."

"Do you know what they were arguing about," Alison asked.

"I couldn't really hear. But she was upset. I saw her pull a gun from her bag, and she just aimed it at him and shot him in the chest."

"Did either of them see you," Erin asked?

"She never looked around. She just shot him, and then she turned around and ran away." Crawford shook her head as the memory played in her mind.

"How come you never came forward?" Alison shot her sister a glare, but Erin ignored it.

"Word was Reggie had ties to a gang I was 13. My parents were scared I was scared. Mostly they didn't trust the cops."

"Whatever happened to Sandra Harris?" Alison asked, trying to ease the tension.

"She moved out two weeks after the murder, and no one ever heard from her again."

"Did the cops ever look into Harris for the murder?" Erin asked.

"She was questioned. There wasn't much of an investigation."

"For a murder in broad daylight?" Crawford looked over at Erin.

"1993. A Black man killed in Harlem? It didn't even make the paper." Erin didn't respond to that.

"Well, the gun was recovered. There are prints on it, but there was never a match." Erin looked over at Alison. "But if we could locate Sandra Harris. We could see if there's a match." Crawford titled her head.

"Why, suddenly, with all the cases we have, did you decide to reopen this one?"

"I thought that you would want to. I-I thought it would help bring closure." Alison looked over at her sister.

"A lot of time's closure is overrated." Crawford turned, walking away.

"Why didn't you tell me that she didn't ask for this case to be opened." Alison hissed.

"Because you didn't need to know." Alison rolled her eyes walked toward the car. Erin grabbed her arm, stopping her.

"Hey, what's wrong." Alison looked at her.

"Like she said, someone times its easier to move on than to get closure." Erin's jaw clenched.

"Is that why you lied to all of us for 16 years." Alison pulled her arm out of Erin's grip

"That's why I protected you all for 16 years. You didn't want or need to know. I told you what you had to hear. So you could move on."

"So you're saying that your file let all of us read is incomplete." Alison looked around them.

"I'm saying that only three people will ever know the whole story, and one of them is dead. Do you still need me, or can I go back to the lab? I have work to do."

Greg walked over to Danny, handing him a cup of coffee.

"I heard about the kid. I'm sorry." Danny shook his head as Greg sat down.

"I just don't know what to do."

"The scene didn't give us much to go on. Just a lot of dead ends." Danny shifted slightly.

"Speaking of dead ends, I actually spoke to Maggie Gibson yesterday." Greg leaned back in his chair. "You know the medium?"

"I know of her," Greg said. "So why did you go and see her."

"She's been very helpful in the past." Greg presses his lips together. "What you don't believe in that type of stuff."

"My family believed that I had the gift. That feeling that no one else could feel." Danny leaned forward.

"Really, what do you think."

"I think we can all have a feeling that leads us to something but talking to the dead can lead to the devil."

"So you don't believe in mediums."

"I think it's dangerous to open yourself up to those forces." Danny's phone went off.

"Baez might have a lead. I got to go." Greg nodded, standing up.

"Just be careful. Maggie might be helpful, but you can never check the source on things like that."

Alison sat next to Greg at the table, trying not to smell any of the food. She had some mashed potatoes. Trying to get through the meal without losing it, Eddie had made dinner, and it was brisket. Alison usually liked brisket; unfortunately, she couldn't stand its smell right now.

"Have you ever thought about leaving the force," Eddie asked?

"Like a case gets to you." They all raised their hands.

"Wait, you don't get to answer that," Danny said to Erin's raised hand.

"It's not The job, but it is a job that grinds you down. I thought a lot about how nice it would be not to be an A.D.A."

"You thinking about a new career, Eddie?" Henry asked.

"I think Witten is." Eddie said. Her partner got suspended, and her chief was hanging her out to dry. "She feels like nobody's on her side."

"That's 'cause nobody is." Danny said.

"Well, that's not true."

"When did you think about giving it up," Eddie asked Alison.

"Every night, I get a call that wakes me up, or in the morning when I've been up all night." She smiled. "Mostly after Ethan was born." She smiled over at her son.

"But you still do it."

"I want to help victims."

"Even when it's not yourself," Erin said.

"Not today," Frank said, giving Erin a pointed look.

"Yeah, in 16 years."

Greg set a file on his desk. There was a knock on the door to his office. Looking up, he spotted Mac and Flack standing there.

"Come in." He said, leaning back in his chair while they sat down.

"Hows the case with Danny coming?" Mac asked.

"Closed the boy's biological father did it. The man didn't even realize he shot his son until Danny told him. The evidence confirms that it was a stray bullet." Mac nodded. "So, what did you want to talk about." Mac looked over at Flack.

"Well, you see, we looked over the file and the copies of a letter you gave us, but there isn't much. Alison is the only thing in the pictures and the letters…." Flack trailed off.

"Are brutal," Greg answered him.

"He file is back in the stack, but I just wanted you to know that it's not looking good on closing it. With the other guy, we had his other killings, but this guy, we just don't have anything." Greg nodded.

"I think that's part of why she didn't say anything." Mac leaned forward in his chair.

"I think she didn't say anything because she didn't want anyone to ever have to read those letters." Greg ran his hand through his hair.

"I don't blame her."

Alison opened the door to her apartment. Erin stood in front of her with a beer bottle in one hand and soda in the other.

"I was hoping that we could talk." Alison nodded, stepping back. Erin walked in, and they made their way to the Kitchen.

"Greg is at the Lab, and Ethen's in bed," Alison explained, handing over a set of glasses.

"How are you feeling." Alison rubbed her stomach.

"I could eat something today, so I take that as a win. What's on your mind."

"I think you were right. I shouldn't have opened this case." Erin said, taking a sip. "Crawford was protecting her friend's mother." Alison nodded.

"I read the report." Erin shook her head.

"And now she's going to hate me even more." Alison sat on the counter.

"It's not about you." Erin looked up at that. "This has never been about you. A man was murdered, and you solved the case. Is the outcome hard to swallow? Sure, but you choose that case. There isn't anything else you can do about it."

"Do you ever think about the one that's still out there?" Alison took a deep breath.

"The day that I don't think about him at least once will be the day that I know I have truly moved on. I tried to pretend that he didn't exist. My mind attributing things to the other one."

"I wish we could catch this guy." Alison shifted slightly.

"I wish I could just move on."

A/N: Okay here we go into a new Season. I'm thinking this might be the last one. So if there's anything you would like me to consider adding now is the time to let me know. Thank you all for giving this story a shot. I didn't really think anyone would read it.