Greg opened the door to Frank's house for Jamie.
"What do you need me to do." Greg asked.
"I need you to…." Jamie trailed off, pointing toward Henry, who was asleep in his recliner. Greg nodded, and the two of them headed toward the kitchen where they could talk.
"Top shelf, red container." Henry said, stopping them in their tracks. "You don't need to tell me how good my leftovers are."
"Actually, I left a wallet somewhere around here. Greg was going to help me look before we worked on setting up the baby crib for Al. But since you're offering…." Jamie was cut off by a loud beeping noise. Greg moved first, shoving the door to the kitchen open. He found a pan on the stove on fire. He hurried over to it, reaching over and shutting off the gas. He felt his arm get burned but moved quickly.
"Put it underwater." Jamie called out, but Greg ignored him, dumping baking soda on it. He set it in the sink when the flames were out, then turned the water on.
"I couldn't tell if it was a grease fire." Jamie was opening the windows to get rid of the smoke.
"I didn't leave that burner on," Henry called out.
"Were you cooking something?" Jamie asked.
"A couple of eggs." Henry explained while Greg stuck his arm under the water now that the steam was gone.
"You could have burned the whole house down if Greg and I weren't here."
"Like I wouldn't hear that alarm." Greg reached up with his good arm shutting it off. "Look, look, everything is okay, okay? It was just a little hiccup. So, you two get your leftovers, and Eddie's wallet is over there on the table." Jamie looked at Greg, then back at Henry.
"Pop…"
"And we'll keep this between us."
"Even from Dad? He lives here, too."
"That wasn't a question." Henry turned, walking away. Jamie shook his head and then turned to Greg.
"How's your arm."
"I'm fine." Jamie raised an eyebrow at how fast he said it.
"You're shaking." Greg looked down at his hands.
"No, they're not." Jamie looked at him.
"Hold your hands out." Greg did as he was told, making the shaking more noticeable.
"I guess the fire brought back bad memories." Jamie grabbed the first aid out from under the counter.
"I'm sorry. It's a second-degree burn, so it shouldn't scar." Greg shifted.
"I'll be fine." He moved to treat his burn, but Jamie stopped him.
"Let me do this. It's because of Henry this happened." Greg glanced over at the door.
"Are you going to tell Frank?"
"Not yet." Greg nodded.
"What about Eddie."
"No," Jamie looked up at him. "Are you going to tell Al?" Greg looked down at his blistered arm.
"I have a feeling she's going to find out."

Alison walked over to Eddie in the ER.
"Hey, you alright."She asked, taking one of her headphones out. Eddie had called in a 10-13.
"Yeah, I wasn't the one that got hit. What about you." Eddie's eyes widened, and she lowered her voice. "Are you having the baby?" Alison lowered her own voice to match Eddie's.
"No, I'm here to pick up your partner's vest." Alison smiled, lifting her case. Eddie looked at it and let out a nervous laugh.
"Right, of course, Greg would be here." Alison started walking toward the treatment area where the Officer was sitting.
"I wouldn't bank on that, considering he missed the first one." Alison rolled the curtain back, smiling. "Officer Felton, I'm glad to see that you're alright." Alison put the curtain back, leaving Eddie on the other side.
"I'm detective Sanders with the crime lab. I'm just here to pick up your vest. Your gun was already collected." The woman didn't look at Alison but at her large stomach. "Is something wrong," Alison asked. Felton shook her head.
"No, I'm fine, sorry, when are you due." Alison smiled.
"2 months." Alison watched one woman's hands move to rest on her own stomach.
"That's exciting." Eddie pulled the curtain back.
"Hey," she said, walking over and handing her belt over.
"Janko."
"How are you feeling." Eddie asked.
"After that nap, great."
"You scared me." Alison set her case down, grabbing her gloves and evidence bag.
"Relax, I didn't even get a concussion. Vest stopped the bullet." Felton said as Alison picked it up. "Nothing more than a bruised rib. The best news was I heard the shooter was collard." Eddie nodded.
"And your baby's okay, too." Alison froze the vest halfway in the bag. Felton looked over at Alison, who smiled.
"I think I have everything that I need." Alison shoved the vest in the bag, sealing and marking it. Before she ripped her gloved off and grabbed her things. "Again, I'm glad you're alright." Alison stepped out of the room, making her way back to her car at a slower pace than usual. She locked the evidence in the back of her SUV right as Eddie walked out of the building.
"What was that." Alison called out to her. Eddie stopped looking at her.
"What?" Alison locked her car, walking over to her.
"You and I both know that she could get into a lot of trouble for not reporting that she was pregnant when she found out."
"I just figured out this morning." Alison rolled her eyes.
"Yeah, and had that whole conversation in front of me."
"But it would go in the report anyway."
"That she was pregnant, she could have denied that she knew, but now she can't."
"You're going to tell on her." Alison placed her hand on her stomach.
"No, but if they ask, I'm not going to deny it, and neither should you."

Greg sat in his office looking over a report when his door slammed open.
"Hello, Jamie." He said without looking up.
"How did you know it was me and not Danny." Greg set his file down, taking off his glasses.
"If it had been Danny, he would have already asked for a favor." Jamie smiled.
"I guess that's true. How the arm." Jamie asked, pointing at his arm as he took the seat across from Greg.
"Alright."
"Did you tell Al?"
"Not everything but enough." Jamie nodded, and Greg leaned back in his chair. "Alright, spill what has you storming into my office."
"It's Grandpa," Jamie said, shooting forward in his seat.
"What about him."
"So, I went to the house last night to make sure there was a fire extinguisher under the sink and fix that lost floorboard that almost took your knee out last month. While cleaning out the chimney, Henry walked in and threw me out."
"Why were you cleaning the chimney?"
"I can't remember the last time it was cleaned."
"4 months ago," Greg said, causing Jamie to tilt his head.
"Alison and I needed to get ours cleaned, so I coordinated with Henry to have the guy also do theirs."
"Oh, I didn't know."
"Did you ask?"
"No." Greg grabbed one of the pictures on his desk.
"When my Papa Olof started to get older, it was hard not to want to childproof the world around him. You want your grandparents around for as long as possible. But you can't force them into a box. You have to let them live."

Alison took a bit of her dinner.
"Eddie's onto something here," Danny said, pointing at her whit his fork. "Full moons definitely change people." Sean looked at his dad.
"Change like into werewolves?" Eddie shook her head.
"No, not like fur and fangs. Like people get nuttier when there is a full moon."
"I mean." Greg started. "I used to think it was crazy. Since there was no empirical data about a full moon warranting criminal behavior. Then a got in a car accident found a man killed by a raccoon shooting out of a cannon that he made and another man's body in a closed-down restaurant all in the manner of one night." Alison looked over at him.
"When was this." Greg almost choked on his water.
"Now you've done it." Danny mumbled.
"That trip to Las Vegas where I hurt my arm." Alison raised an eyebrow.
"If I recall, I got a phone call, and you said you were in an accident and that you were fine. Where was this raccoon."
"Burned to that guy's face." Eddie waved her hands.
"Anyways, there's one this week, so everybody lookout."
"I am with Sean on this. People are crazy because they're crazy. That man might have made a raccoon cannon before." Erin said, smiling.
"If I remember correctly, he and that raccoon had been going at it." Greg defended.
"That doesn't mean that he did it because of how the planets aligned."
"I seem to remember you having an astrology phase," Jamie said.
"I did not."
"Well, don't listen to him. he's a libra." Eddie called out.
"Well, personally, I think astrology's stuff is crazy, but as someone who's done their share of midnights and read the report from Greg over, here's a crazy night in Las Vegas. Full moons can make things get a little hairy out there on the street." They all groaned at the joke. "How can you explain to my partner that she's completely shut me out." Alison turned to Greg.
"You let him read the report." Greg shrugged.
"Hodges got him a copy when he came up for the wedding."
"Well, you better get me that copy."
"Right, Pop." Her dad called out.
"Humm," Henry said.
"Was that a yes?" Her dad asked.
"I guess."
"You okay down there, Gramps?" Danny asked.
"Yeah, he's fine." Jamie said.
"I can speak for myself. Thank you very much." Henry snapped.
"Okay, let's put the fangs away, boys." Erin said, "We talked through our problems here at the table."
"Except for those who keep trying to fix someone else's without their permission."
"Anything you two want to talk about," Erin asked.
"Not a thing," Henry said, and Jamie agreed.
"Maybe that whole full moon thing isn't a myth." Her dad said.
"That raccoon changed my mind," Greg said.

Greg sat with ice on his knee, shoulder, and a new bandage on his burn.
"What happened to you," Alison said, walking through the door. He looked over at her.
"Jamie had me help him rebuild the back porch with Henry." Alison sat down next to him.
"And you used your body and not a hammer." Greg rolled his eyes.
"No, Jamie bought too much wood. So, we loaded it into the truck then unloaded the truck to then have to reload the truck." Alison looked over at him.
"But you knew how much wood you needed. I heard you talk to Danny about it a few weeks ago.
"I know, but Jamie didn't." Alison tilted her head. "He was trying to make amends for how he handled things."
"And you were the sacrifice." Greg shifted, then winced.
"If I could make one request. Please don't go into labor for the next few days." Alison smiled.
"If I wait a few more days, you might be the one back in the hospital." She smiled and then looked down at his arm. "How's healing."
"it's fine." Alison raised an eyebrow.
"Greg, you had a nightmare last night, and it wasn't one of your normal ones." He looked over at that.
"How could you tell." Alison took his hand.
"You got up and took a shower. You haven't done that for any of the others. Do you want to talk about it?" Greg flinched and then looked at her.
"Looking down at my arm…." He swallowed. "Made me think of the lab explosion. Went I woke up, it felt like my skin was on fire, so I took a cold shower."
"Is that what you did before." They hadn't talked about it much. It had happened before they got married, and by then, the nightmares had gone, or so Greg thought.
"After my back was healed." Alison nodded.
"Can I do anything?" Greg leaned over, kissing her.
"Keep holding my hand."