Alison sat at her desk looking over a report when there was a knock on her door.

"Adam, I told you that you could clear the scene without me. If Mac catches me out in the field again, he'll tell my dad."

"No need, you just did." Alison closed her eyes as she pocked her head around her computer monitor. Frank stood in the doorway and then walked over, taking the seat across from her.

"It was one time." Frank raised an eyebrow.

"Al, your 8 months pregnant."

"And I'm working all the way up to when I go into labor."

"You don't have to." She smiled.

"I know I want to." She closed her report.

"Now, what's going on? I can't imagine you came here to check on me in the middle of a workday." Frank folded his hands in front of his body.

"Lt. Raymond Moretti was shot in his home." Alison nodded.

"I heard. Lindsey picked up the case."

"I was hoping you could take a look at it." She crossed her arms over her stomach.

"I assure you that Lindsey is going to find the one who did it."

"I'm sure she is, but I would like you to look at it." Alison glanced in the direction of the lab where Lindsey was already working on the evidence.

"I shouldn't be working a gun case in my condition." Frank smiled.

"You aren't Lindsey, and besides, like you said, you don't always follow protocol."

Greg sat across from Antony, going over the case notes he had sent over.

"What happened if Al goes into labor while you're on the stand." Greg glanced up at him.

"Don't even say something like that."

"The court would understand," Antony said.

"Yeah, but Erin wouldn't." There was a knock on the door.

"Coming," Antony called out. Greg turned around in his seat and stopped at the sight of his nephew Joe Hill. "Not the Reagan I was expecting. Hill, what are you doing here?" Joe walked over to the other empty seat glancing at Greg. "Go on." Joe nodded.

"Word on the street is a defense attorney's encouraging a witness not to show up for trial." Antony glanced at Greg.

"Does this attorney have a name?"

"Deanna Parker." Greg shut his eyes.

"I take it it's the same Deanna Parker on trial with the Adrian Edward case," Greg said. Antony nodded.

"We had him investigated for sex trafficking and even murder. Assault one was all we could get to stick. For slashing a stranger on the street."

"Which is exactly why you should look into this," Joe said.

"And how credible is this informant?" Antony asked.

"Very." Antony took a deep breath.

"You know, uh, thanks for the tip, but it sounds too good to be true. So, unless this informant heard this from Deanna herself…." Joe glanced over at Greg, who shrugged.

"Which I'm guessing you did."

"Not intentionally." Joe defended.

"So, you accidentally hear her tampering with a witness?"

"Smooth," Greg said under his breath.

"Deanna and I met at a bar and had some fun."

"You had fun. You hear that, Greg? They had fun." Greg wanted to leave. He prayed his phone would go and he could end this slow, painful death.

"She took a phone call." Joe continued. "Voices were raised, and I heard some things I couldn't unhear. So now I'm bringing what I heard to you to see it through."

"And if I do, your girlfriend's gonna be investigated, Maybe by your good old uncle here." Greg shook his head.

"It wouldn't be me. We're related takes me off the list, thankfully. Witness tampering's a class A misdemeanor." Antony held up a hand.

"More importantly, we will have to involve your aunt." Joe glanced at Greg.

"Please keep my name out of it." Greg glanced at Antony, who nodded. Jo shot out of the chair, heading for the door.

"Hey, Kid," Antony called out, stopping him at the door.

"Adrian Edwards is a bad guy. If Deanna's not only representing him but doing what you said she is, you may want to reconsider the company you keep." Joe nodded.

"I'm more focused right now on making sure justice is handled. Keep me posted, thank you." He headed out. Greg leaned back in his chair.

"Well, that will be a fun conversation with Erin."

"Not so fast, Sanders. You're going with me." Greg pulled out his phone.

"Hello, what is this." He pulled the phone away so Antony could see that there was no one on the other end. "Alison, you're in labor, and the house is on fire, and you got a dog. Ethan joined the marines 2 years early. I'll be right there." He stood up.

"Sorry, Abetemarco. I'm needed at him."

"Real mature, I'll let Al know that you used her as an excuse."

Alison walked into her father's office.

"Hey Al, how's it going." Alison held up a hand.

"I'm Detective Sanders right now." Frank nodded, taking a seat at his desk. Alison walked over, sitting across from him.

"And."

"You were right." Frank pressed his lips together.

"I don't like it when I'm right. You ask a seasoned cop to report a crime, and he talks about his wife's ossobuco. I don't know something wasn't right in that room." Alison nodded.

"The shooting wasn't connected to any of the cases he's due to testify on that good and bad news." Frank looked at her. "Good because we don't have to worry about those cases or other witnesses. Bad because it well…."

"One son or both." Alison took a deep breath."

"Justin, the younger one, Vincent. So some less bad news." Frank took a deep breath.

"Just the bad news Alison."

"He's had drug-related collars starting back when he was a minor. And word is he's got serious debt on the street."

"Like with corner boys?" Alison winced.

"Their bosses. Ace double trays."

"Okay, what's the good news?"

"Lindsey looked into Lt. Moretti, and he looks like a solid cop." Frank shook his head.

"Al." She opened her mouth, but he held up a hand. "Detective, I'm sure he is, but I'm also sure it doesn't matter."

"I just thought you should know you and Sid can figure out what part of the book you want to throw at him." Alison stood up.

"I already sent the report over to him along with Lindsey's notes."

"Thank you, Detective." She smiled.

"Commissioner."

Greg walked into Antony's office and found Erin also in there.

"Great an ambush," Joe said.

"Hey, I came to talk about a case." Erin leaned against the bookshelf.

"Actually, I wanted a CSI here." Greg held up his hands in surrender and took a seat.

"Look, the witness didn't show up in court," Erin said.

"So if what you said was true—that Deanna instructed the witness not to show—that's a serious crime. I needed to know the source." Joe looked over at Greg.

"You said you'd keep it between us."

"I didn't tell her." Greg said.

"I would've if I could've." Antony said. Erin crossed her arms.

"Joe, I need to know exactly how you came to know that Deanna told the witness to flee." Greg fidgeted in his chair.

"I overheard her on the phone."

"Joe, you know better than to listen in on a privileged conversation between an attorney and their client." Joe shrugged.

"It wasn't a client. It was a witness. And it shouldn't matter how I found out. It was true the witness didn't show."

"Except Erin can't use it." Greg said, watching his sister-in-law.

"What is she a saint or something?"

"No, I'm not." Erin defended. "But you know me. You would know that I care about doing things right."

"I guess I don't really know anything about you." Joe turned and walked out. Erin looked at Greg.

"What do you think." Greg took a deep breath.

"I think the judge would throw it right out."

"Not that, Joe."

"Oh, I think he's a hothead like the rest of you Reagan's." Erin smile.

"I'm going to tell Al you said that." Greg gave a crooked smile.

"Go ahead. She knows I think she's hot."

"All right, wait a minute." Frank called out at the dinner table.

"Before we start, I would like to propose a toast. Officer Edit Janko-Reagan received a near-perfect score on the sergeant's exam." They all raised their glasses.

"So, what are the next steps," Erin asked.

"I'm not sure."

"You're not sure if you're taking them, or you're not sure what they are?" Danny asked.

"What's that supposed to mean," Henry asked.

"Well, I heard from my buddy at Detective Bureau headquarters." Alison watched as Eddie shook her head. "Am I not supposed to say anything about this?"

"No," Eddie shook her head.

"I wanted to be the one to tell you."

"Tell us what," Erin asked.

"I've changed my mind about being a sergeant. It was the right path for Jamie. It just wasn't the right path for me." Eddie explained.

"And that's Okay." Jamie adds. "She recently worked a case for special victims, and she did a great job." Eddie smiled.

"Well, I was jazzed working that case. But it's not because it's a better job."

"Pay better," Danny said.

"Not as good as the lab." Alison said.

"It's just a bit more who I am."

"Well, that's great, too." Frank said.

"Yeah, another Detective Reagan. That's worth celebrating. Especially since Sanders here stole our last one." Greg leaned over, kissing Alison's cheek.

"That I did."

"I still have to interview with them," Eddie said, holding up her hands.

"Well, if you'd like me to pull some strings," Henry offed

"Thank you." Eddie laughed. "I'm confident I can do this on my own. I mean, with Jamie, if he hadn't pushed me to follow through with that case, the perp would still be on the street."

"That was all you." Jamie said, smiling.

"You're not mad."

"Of course not, and the idea of you running a role call is pretty funny."

"What?" Eddie asked.

"Officer Ross, that hair needs to be up in a bun. But since I love the cut, it's fine." Eddie blushed.

"Well, I couldn't enforce a rule that I absolutely despise. That bun is a travesty." Henry raised his glass.

"To the future detective Eddie Reagan."

"So, we'll be pulling you into the lag," Alison said.

"I don't know about that." Eddie said.

"You never know."

Greg handed Alison a cup of tea.

"So, what's this? I hear about you working a case involving a gun." Alison looked over at him.

"Who told."

"Messer." Alison rolled her eyes, leaning up against him on the couch.

"I'll have you know that Dad asked me to do it. And Lindsey handled the evidence." Greg rand a hand through her hair.

"I know. I just want you to stay safe."

"I heard that Joe's new girl got into a lot of trouble this week." Greg closed his eyes.

"Don't remind me. I don't know why Erin kept pulling me into her meetings with Joe. He's her nephew too." Alison looked up at him.

"Because he's Stella's kid. He knows us. She did it, so he felt like he had someone on his side in the room."

"But I wasn't."

"Doesn't matter. It lessened the tension." Alison took a sip of her tea. "Danny went out with Baez."

"I know." Alison sat up at that.

"You knew."

"Danny had me run some evidence for him, and I asked him why he needed it so badly." Alison leaned back down.

"I like her. She's been there for Danny." Greg kissed the top of her head.

"You are still rooting for Erin to end up with Jack." Alison smile.

"Why not."

"I don't know, didn't she used to date that Senator or something." Greg felt Alison tense. But her phone went off. She held it up so he could see that it was Eddie.

"Jack is the right guy for Erin; I know it." She said before walking away.