Greg pulled up to the scene, and his blood started to boil.

"What do you think's happening?" Sean asked. Greg grabbed his camera bag.

"Let's find you first and not speculate." They got out and headed over to Jamie. "What do we got?" He asked, glancing at the car up on the curb.

"It looks like a DUI. There are marks that the car hit something, and I was hoping you could help me find out who." He nodded at Sean. This week, he was working with Greg and had an intern badge on his coat. Greg clenched his jaw.

"Driver doesn't know." Greg asked, glancing at the man in the back of his car.

"Not in any condition to talk about it."

"What about the other guy?" Sean asked, pointing at the man talking to Jamie's partner.

"He doesn't want to talk. That's why I called the best." Jamie looked at Greg. "Figured with Sean working with you, it might be easier to work this case than some of the others you might get called to," Greg smirked.

"Yeah, easier." Greg pulled his camera out. "Alright, Sean, you tell me what pictures you think I should take, and at the end, if you miss any, I'll explain why they're important."

"Awesome."

Alison walked into her office and stopped.

"Dad, what's up." He turned from the window, smiling.

"Hey, honey, how are you feeling." Alison ran her hand over her stomach.

"Like I ate a watermelon." She walked over to her desk, setting her file down, and took a seat. "Now, what's up." Frank walked over, taking the chair across from her.

"Can't a Father come by his daughter's office to see how she's doing?" Alison tilted her head.

"In all the years I have worked here. I can count the number of times you've been here. Something about not wanting to challenge the integrity of the lab by having you walking around it. So what's going on." Frank nodded, handing over his phone. She played the video watching a cop slams a man up again at the mailbox.

"I need you to look into this." Alison glanced up at him.

"I didn't get this case."

"I'm giving it to you." Alison tensed.

"Why?"

"It's Baker's husband." Alison flinched.

"Understood."

Greg and Sean walked over to Jamie's desk.

"Car's processed, and the report is written. No reports of a hit and run." Greg said, handing it over.

"Did you find out what's going on," Sean asked? Greg wanted to leave. Hand the report over and get back to the lab.

"Apparently, there is this bar that's like a safe haven for cops and firefighters. If a cop pulls another cop or firefighter over, they take them there to sober up."

"I mean, if they didn't hurt anyone and it was a mistake," Sean said.

"And that mistake could get someone killed." Greg snapped. Jamie looked over at him.

"Hey Sean, can you run this file to the front desk and get me a copy." Sean looked between the two of them and then took the file.

"You know that's a copyright," Greg asked, crossing his arms.

"Yes, and I also know that you don't normally get heated up about a case unless…." Jamie eyed him. "Unless it reminds you of a personal case." Jamie titled his head. "This isn't similar to Alison's case, and there isn't a burn victim." Greg met his gaze, and Jamie shut his eyes. "Man, I'm sorry I shouldn't have requested you. Not with how your parents died."

"It's been over 10 years." Greg said, slightly deflated.

"But they never caught the guy, right?" Greg took a deep breath.

"No, the drunk that hit my parents' car and killed them is still out there."

"I can have someone else work the case." Greg shook his head.

"No, this is a good one for Sean to work."

"If you're sure."

"Yeah, there's nothing in the car, but Sean and I will look at survivance."

Alison sat across from her Father, and Garrett and Sid walked into the room.

"Al, I assume you're Father had you come," Sid asked, nodding his head at her.

"Yes." They took their seats. "I revied the body came footage, and the video circulating gives an accurate depiction of what happened." She said, handing over her report.

"That's what I was afraid of." Sid leaned forward.

"I checked with IAB, and his partner agreed that he acted irrationally and needed to be disciplined."

"What's the verdict?" Fank asked Sid.

"IAB is going to suspend him without pay pending the outcome of their investigation." He answered.

"They already requested my report," Alison added. Frank nodded.

"Okay."

"You're going to have to put out a statement," Garrett said.

"Condemning officer Baker's actions."

"Yes. I'll draft something up." Alison shifted, feeling that she should leave, but she hadn't been dismissed yet.

"Guy's got a spotless record. Where's this coming from." Frank asked them.

"His CO said he just hasn't been the same since he was shot two years ago," Sid said. "I mean, nothing this bad has ever happened, but he did say Brian was like a trigger without a safety."

"And the CO did nothing."

"Said he gave him the benefit of the doubt."

"And look where that got us." Frank looked at Alison.

"Thank you, Detective, for you're working." Alison stood up.

"I'm sorry I didn't have better news." Her dad smiled.

"I'd rather have the truth."

Greg tried to swallow the chili, but it was so hot he nearly choked. Alison leaned over.

"Do you want some of my dinners?" She asked, pointing at her pasta.

"No, but if you want our daughter to come early, you can have some of mine." Alison rolled her eyes.

"Any of you heard about O'Rorks?" Jamie asked.

"An oldie but a goodie." Henry said. Greg flinched.

"A young cop back in the day, no names." Frank smiled at Henry. "Saved the FDNY a large amount of impairment by taking their chief there," Frank said.

"It's not a wide west out there," Danny added.

"It's a place where the braves and the finest can help a brother in need."

"Boy, you guys can really romanticize these things," Erin said.

"Just because everyone has the right to know how a sausage is made doesn't mean everyone needs to know." Frank said.

"Unless that need to know is putting innocent people in danger," Sean said. They all looked at him. "I helped this case. I saw kids get in the car. Sure they weren't in it when it crashed, but that doesn't mean they couldn't have died." Greg's throat started to grow tight, and he tried clearing his throat. "If he had killed someone, would they have just covered it up?"

"It's not to be used like that," Danny said.

"But what if it is." Greg said, then stood up. "I need some air." Greg walked out to the back porch looking out over the yard. He took in a deep breath whipping his eyes. Hands wrapped around his waist, and he could feel Alison's growing belly press into his back.

"I'm sorry." She said into the back of his shirt.

"I'm fine." Greg forced out. She shook her head.

"No, you're not talking to me." Greg turned around, so he was looking at her.

"Every week, we come and have Sunday dinner with your family, and every week, I'm reminded that you will never get to do something like that with my parents." Greg cleared his throat. "My mom never got to meet you or Ethan or our daughter." He shook his head. "My dad never got to see me change for that weird lab guy." He shut his eyes. "All I want is for them to know about the man I became." Alison rubbed his back.

"I never got to meet them, but I know they would be proud of you. I'm proud of you."

"I just wish I had gotten one more phone call with them. Just one more chance to say I love you."