Alison and Greg hurried down the hallway of the hospital. Greg held onto Alison's hand as they went.

"Did Eddie say anything on the phone about what happened," Alison asked again? Her eyes darted around at the people they passed.

"Not, just that she had to bring Sean down here." Alison shook her head.

"I don't know how this could happen. I thought he was just going for a ride-along. Jamie said something about a paper on women in the workforce." Greg slowed his pace looking at her. She did her best to keep her body from shaking. But it clearly wasn't enough to keep him from noticing.

"I just don't get why he didn't come to work with me. I go to crime scenes and court and work at the lab. He could have seen anything with me. My job is dangerous." Greg raised an eyebrow.

"I'm going to let that last comment slide because we're standing in a hospital." Alison rolled her eyes.

"Says the person with the busted knee and was recently shot." Greg held up his hands.

"I'm not saying that I don't know it's dangerous. I'm saying that I don't like the idea of my pregnant wife being put in that dangerous position." Alison's hands drifted to her stomach smiling at him. A cart down the hallway behind her fell over, causing her to jump as the panic shot through her. The peaceful conversation they had been having gone in an instance. Her breath started to pick up, and Greg gently pulled her into his arms. "You're fine. I'm here. He doesn't have you." Her body shook against his tall form. "You can go back to the car, and I can check on Sean." He said. She shook her head.

"No, I want to do this." Greg pushed her back just enough to see her face.

"Then please up your headphones in. I know you were trying to do this without them, but…." Alison nodded, pulling them out of her pocket turning her music on. They stood there together for a few minutes, waiting for some of the tension to leave Alison before continuing down the hallway. Danny, Jamie, and Eddie were already there.

"What's going on?" Greg asked as they got closer.

"He's fine," Jamie said more to Alison than Greg. She let out a deep breath.

"He's not fine. He's in the hospital because of you two," Danny said in frustration. "What was he doing in a radio car anyways." The two cupels looked at each other.

"Doing a ride-along." Jamie answered.

"I know that," Danny said, his voice rising. "What I don't know is why I had to find out about it when Eddie called me." Eddie paled.

"Jamie, you said he got permission." Jamie closed his eyes.

"He said he did." Danny shook his head.

"Great, and you just believed him."

"To be fair so did we." Greg said.

"He's an 18-year-old with the name Reagan you should have checked."

"At least he's going to be alright." Eddie piped in.

"Yeah, he's just got a black eye and a concussion," Danny shouted, causing Alison to shrink back. "You're all lucky that we're not having this conversation in the morgue."

Greg walked into Frank's kitchen with a cup of coffee in one hand and a sleeping Ethan.

"What are you doing here." Henry asked from the kitchen table.

"Ally got pulled into a double, and my shift starts in a few hours. I called Frank about Ethan staying the night." Greg set his cup of coffee down then looked in the direction of the upstairs.

"Will you be alright?" Frank asked, walking into the kitchen. Greg looked down at Ethan.

"We'll manage." He took a deep breath and headed up the stairs and led Ethan in Alison's old bed. Turning the night light on, he heads back downstairs.

"How's the knee." Henry called out.

"Fine," Greg said, grabbing an ice pack from the freezer. Frank and Henry looked at him as he limped back over to the table. "I didn't anticipate him falling asleep in the car." Greg put his knee up on the chair next to him. "Soon, I won't be able to pick him up." Greg shook his head. "What are you talking about."

"Do you think about leaving the force," Henry asked. Greg looked over at Frank.

"Is this about you stepping down as 1PP?" Frank nodded.

"Yes, I think about it. I make enough money as a writer and would probably make more if I did it full-time. It would be nice not to worry about leaving Alison to raise Ethan and the baby alone."

"Then why don't you?" Frank asked.

"I don't feel my time has come yet." Greg rubbed his knee.

"Granted, my knee might be a deciding factor."

There was a knock on Alison's door. Looking up, she found Sean standing in her doorway.

"Hey, how'd you get in here?" She asked, gesturing for him to enter. He smiled, taking the seat across from her.

"Mac, let me in." Alison closed the file she was working leaning back in her chair.

"What's up." Sean took a deep breath.

"Jamie and Eddie won't talk to me." Alison nodded.

"And you thought I could help somehow."

"I don't know. You always seem to know what to do." Alison laughed.

"Oh really, since when." Sean looked down at his hands.

"This whole thing is such a mess."

"Considering that you lied about getting Danny's permission and about there being a project, then yeah, I would say you made quite a mess." Sean looked up at this.

"How did you know?"

"One of the lab techs for day shift has a kid in your sociology class. I asked them how their son's paper was going." Alison leaned forward in her chair. "Why, Sean, why did you lie about this."

"I just wanted to see what it was like out there. For you guys every day."

"Then you should have told Jamie and Eddie that. If they said no, you could have to ask Greg or me. We would have let you go with us. Even show you how some of the equipment works."

"But you're not walking the street. You're more like Dad that worked after the crime, not trying to stop one."

"But maybe if you did it with one of us, then Danny would be more open to you doing it with Eddie. Instead, you lied to them all and then disobeyed an order."

"But I'm not a kid."

"And at that moment, you acted like on Sean." Alison took a deep breath. "At that moment, Eddie is not your Aunt or your friend. She is a police officer. In this situation, you got a black eye. In another, you could have been shot. Or gotten Eddie shot."

"That wouldn't have happened." Alison pointed her finger at him.

"You don't know that you couldn't know that. In this situation, it worked out, but what about the next. Eddie and Jamie can't trust you to follow orders in a situation like that. Frankly, neither can Greg or I."

"I looked at the situation and made a choice." Sean said, standing up.

"I looked at a situation, made a choice, and didn't go home for 6 months." He deflated into his seat.

"I really messed up." He looked up at her. "What should I do."

"Apologise to Jamie and Eddie. Then talk to Danny. That's the only advice I can give you."

Greg ran his hand through Alison's hair as they sat on the couch.

"What do you think." Alison looked up at him.

"About what."

"The book. What else." Alison raised her eyebrow.

"The stuff with Sean, the stuff with Dad."

"I don't think Frank will take the job. And Sean got stuff sorted out with Danny. He going to follow me around sometime next month." Alison smiled.

"Well, do your best not live up to your reputation at the lab." Greg looked down at her.

"What reputation."

"For accidents. It's like this town has a target on your back. I talked to Nick. You never had problems like this when you lived In Vegas." Greg rolled his eyes.

"I also didn't work in the field that much before moving out here. And you forget that I was shot there too." Alison winced, and Greg rubbed her belly. "I'm sorry, probably not my best argument." Alison shrugged.

"Anyways, the book is good." Greg looked down at the manuscript.

"It's a hard case to read." Alison nodded.

"But you make it digestible. I think it's another hit."

"Hopefully, my publisher will think the same thing." Alison rolled her eyes.

"You put your name on a book, and it sells. Eventually, you'll run out of cases." Greg closed his eyes, relaxing.

"I wish that were the case."