Greg walked into Erin's office.

"You wanted to see me." He said, taking the seat across from her.

"I need you to look over the evidence from a case I'm working on." Greg furrowed his brow.

"Okey, but why did you have me come all the way down here? You could have just sent me an email or called me." Erin handed over a file. Greg took it, flipping through it.

"A misdemeanor drug case. Why would you have this case."

"The DA wants me to work it." Greg opened his mouth, but Erin held up her hands. "I know it is below my pay grade. This is all because Antony brought up me running for DA. I just want to get this case over with and get back to the ones I worked on before. " Greg pressed his lips together. "What…What is it." Greg looked up at her.

"I'm just wondering why you want me to look over this case."

"I know you'll be thorough but fast." Greg rolled his eyes.

"Fine, send me a copy of the file, and I'll pull the evidence." He got out of his chair, heading for the door.

"Thanks, Greg."

"Yeah…yeah."

Alison stood at the scene, filling out paperwork. Danny and Baez walked up to her.

"Can you believe Baez here has never had a pickle?" Alison looked up for her clipboard.

"Really, that seems like an odd thing not to have tried," Alison said, tucking the board under her arms.

"Al here lives off pickles when she's pregnant. Speaking of she, you even be here." He asked, pointing at the shot behind her.

"Greg got pulled to another case with the DA, and they needed a Level three to supervise; I'm not collecting evidence." Danny looked like he wanted to argue but kept his mouth shut.

"So what do we got." Alison looked over her reports.

"Name is Bao Pham. He entered his store this morning to a burglary in progress. Took a significant blow to the head. The perp is gone. Officers are confiding the street, but it looks like he's in the wind." Danny nodded.

"Alright, Al, we got it from here. Be sure you get off your feet." Alison rolled her eyes.

"Whatever."

Greg walked down the courthouse hallway, having finished testifying in a murder case. He spotted Erin heading over to her.

"Did you get my report on that case you wanted me to look at?" Erin smiled at him.

"Yeah, thanks. He took the deal." Greg looked at her.

"Took the deal just like that." Erin tilted her head.

"What do you mean there was plenty of evidence." Greg crossed his arms.

"You don't think it's strange that he just took the deal without negotiation."

"I mean, it's happened before."

"Yeah, but it normally isn't a case that the DA hands over to you." Erin laughed.

"I think you've written too many books; Greg, you sound paranoid." Greg held up his hands.

"I'm just saying it sounds like there's more going on here than just a simple drug case. This feels like politics." Erin leaned in close to him.

"Only because of the discussion about me potentially running." Greg shook his head.

"Who would know?" Erin crossed her arms.

"I'm the most senior ADA in the office."

"Yes, which asks the question. Why this case, why you, and why now."

Alison sat next to Danny's desk.

"If the landlord didn't do it or the local gang. Then who?" She asked as Danny played the recording of the integration of the gang leads repeatedly.

"I don't know. Did you find anything in the evidence?" Baez asked.

"No, it was all clean. Well, the shot wasn't, but the evidence was. No fingerprints that didn't match the family or DNA. As far as the evidence is concerned, it's a dead end." Erin walked over to them.

"Al, what are you doing here." She asked, leaning against one of the desks.

"I came over to talk about a case with Danny and Baez, if you must know." Erin looked at her.

"I thought that you were supposed to stay in the lab." Alison rested her hands on her stomach.

"I would if someone didn't pull my husband off this case." Erin shook her head.

"Don't remind me."

"What's the case," Baez asked as Danny continued to ignore them.

"Oh, some small drug case. The DA wants more, and Greg thinks there's politics surrounding the whole thing."

"Is there," Baez asked.

"I don't know." Erin looked over at Danny. "I was hoping you could send over the report about a collar you made a month back. The guy was the cousin of my perp. Maybe it will give me an idea." Danny didn't respond playing the video back. Baez looked at Erin.

"I'll make sure he does that." Erin smiled, standing up.

"Thanks." She started walking away. "Al, be sure you keep your feet up." Alison rolled her eyes.

"Has it been like that?" Alison nodded.

"Yeah, it's worse than last time." Danny held up his finger.

"Last time was a bad day. We all want this one to be perfect." Alison didn't say anything. It was more than a bad day. It was traumatic. "I need to google what he's saying," Danny said. Alison rolled her eyes.

"Give me your phone." Danny looked at her.

"What." Alison reached over, taking his phone.

"Alright, now play it." Danny did what he was told, and then Alison pressed a button, and the English translation played back.

"How did you do that," Danny asked.

"Translation app." Danny got to his feet.

"Perfect, thanks, Al."

Greg sat in his office looking over his editor's notes.

"How's it going." He looked up, smiling at Alison leaning against the door frame, her hands resting on her stomach.

"I will need to work on the third act. The pacing is off. Is Ethan asleep." Alison walked over, taking the seat across from him.

"Yeah, only 2 books tonight." Greg shook his head.

"He and Lucy played hard according to Messer when I picked him up."

"They are planning on going to space." Greg leaned back in his chair, taking his glasses off.

"Oh, really, I thought they were going to be cops." Alison raised her hands.

"Lucy pointed out that cops don't get put in history books." Greg laughed. Pointing at the bookshelf behind him.

"Cops get put in history books all the time." Alison rolled her eyes.

"Not the ones she wants to be in. Erin called." Greg eyed her.

"And."

"She brought federal charges against that drug case."

"Which I already knew, so why was she calling." Alison pressed her lips together.

"She's not running for DA."

"And you're glad." Alison closed her eyes.

"Yes." Greg leaned forward.

"You're nervous that this will pull your story back into the news." Alison opened her eyes.

"I'm nervous that it will pull him back into my life." Greg couldn't stop the flinch.

"Do you think that would be a possibility?"

"Yes."