Greg walked over to Danny and Baez.

"You called me down." Danny nodded.

"We got a missing kid." Greg shook his head.

"I hate missing kids. Do we have any leads?" Danny handed over an evidence bag.

"Mom got a threatening text last night thought it was a wrong number."

"Is the dad in the picture?"

"No, he's dead." Greg looked around them.

"I'll have my team see if they can find anything, maybe a set of tier tracks or something." Danny nodded. "Do we know if the kid has any medical conditions that push our timetable?"

"No, thankfully, he doesn't, but I don't want to wait for whoever did this to do what they want. Baez and I will talk to the kid's biological parents to see if they had anything to do with it." Greg looked around.

"Let's find this kid."

Alison grabbed her bag and moved to head out of her office when Erin walked in, stopping her.

"I got a kid that was convicted of murdering his girlfriend. He got life in prison about 10 years ago. but I had Antony look into the case, and it's full of holes." Alison opened her mouth to say something, but Erin carried on.

"I mean, no other leads were examined. The girlfriend was pregnant, but no one tried to find the baby's father. At his second parole hearing, he confessed to the murder, but he says that it's because that was his only shot at getting out of prison. He says someone else was driving the car." Alison let out a slow breath. "The thing is, Al, I might believe him. But I need you to look over the evidence to see if you can pick anything up."

"I can't." Erin crossed her arms.

"You can't, Al. This man has spent 10 years in prison for a crime he might not have committed. And you aren't willing to look into it. I know that you like to have formal requests for your service, but Al, this is important. It's not like you are getting given a lot of other cases while you wait for the baby. All I ask is for you to look it over." Alison's hand grabbed the side of the table.

"I can't because I just went on maternity leave." Erin titled her head.

"What do you mean." Alison clutched her tight stomach and nodded at her bag's door.

"I mean, I was on my way to see if Lindsey could drive me to the hospital because I just went into labor." Erin stared at her.

"Are you sure?" Alison bent over, clutching her desk.

"Very." Erin hurried over to her.

"My car is downstairs. I'll take you to the hospital." when the contraction passed, Alison was able to nod.

"You don't have to." Erin took her arm and her bag.

"I want to."

Greg sat across from Danny.

"So the dad's alibi checked out." He said, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Yeah, the lady running the soap kitchen confirmed that he was there. But it was packed, so he could have slipped out the backdoor."

"He could be lying about wanting his kid to have a better life." Danny shook his head.

"No, that part did ring true."

"Hey, detective." An officer called out. They turned around and found the kid's mother walking over to them.

"Somebody dropped this off at my house this morning." Greg looked over Danny's shoulder at the picture.

"Somone took him to Albies Ice cream." Danny said nothing about the label on the kid's container."

"Look at the back." The mom pleaded. Danny flipped the picture over.

"He's okay and will be home soon." Danny read. He looked at the mother.

"We'll look into this. Go with the officer. He will take your statement." She nodded and walked away.

"We should head to the shop," Greg said as Danny's desk phone rang.

"Yeah, I still think the kid's biological father had something to do with this." He answered the phone. "What do you want, Erin. I'm in the middle of a case. A kid is missing." Danny's eyes shot to Greg. "Alright, I will." He hung the phone up.

"What was that about." Danny put his hands on his hips.

"That was Erin. Alison just went into labor." Greg reached for his phone and then shut his eyes. He had left it in his car. "Listen, you need to head to the hospital." Greg took a deep breath.

"No, I need to help you find this kid." Danny shook his head.

"We can get someone else."

"And that will take time. I know the case we have a lead, let's go."

"Why? This is your kids bright."

"Because I don't want that kid's mom to have to say goodbye the same day I say hello to my daughter, knowing that I could have helped."

Alison hated the beeping of the monitor. She wanted to be anywhere else but in this hospital bed. Erin walked over to her.

"Hey, how are you feeling." Alison forced a smile on her face.

"I'm fine." Erin sat down next to her.

"You can't lie to me. I've done this before." Alison bit her lower lip.

"I want out of here." Erin smiled, grabbing her hand.

"I'm here. You're not alone. I got ahold of Danny. He was going to tell Greg. He should be here soon." Alison shook her head.

"He's working that kidnapping case. He'll see it threw."

"How do you know."

"I…" Alison trailed off as a contraction started. She relaxed back into the bed when it passed, catching her breath. "I talked to Greg while you were gone. So where else were you." Erin smiled.

"I was talking to Antony. He looked further into the case, and Williams had a best friend, likely the baby's father. He said he was out of town, but according to his statement, 10 years ago he was here in New York." Alison nodded.

"Sounds like you have someone to look into. You should go." Erin shook her head.

"No, I'm staying with her until Greg gets here." Alison looked at her.

"You have work."

"I called the DA and told her that I was taking a personal day. Lindsey is dropping Ethan off with Grandpa and Dad. So I can stay with you." Alison's eyes wandered over to the monitor. "You don't have to go through this alone, not again." Alison shut her eyes as faces and memories flashed through her mind.

"Thank you."

"She's perfect," Greg said, looking down at his daughter. "Liv Caitlin Sanders." He said, kissing the top of her head. He looked over at Alison, who was fighting off sleep. "You did well." Alison smiled.

"I'm glad you made it in time. and the kid is home with his mom." Greg and Danny had tracked the kid down. He was with his Biological father. He had taken him so he could spend time with him. Knowing that he would go back to prison for it.

"The doctor said that you two should be good to go home in the next day or two." She smiled.

"As long as she's safe, I'll stay here as long as they need me." Greg looked over at her. There was the smile that he had rarely seen on her face. Absolute peace. It had been robbed from her when Ethan was born, but tonight they could just sit and enjoy it.

"I'm not going back to work." The words that Alison said made Greg freeze. He looked up at her.

"What?" He was half-convinced that she had been talking in her sleep.

"I'm not going back to the lab. At least not for a while." Greg didn't say anything, his mind running through the implications of what she was saying. "I want Ethan and Livy to have one of us home."

"Why the change." Alison met his gaze.

"I wasn't ready to let go before, but now I want to spend all my time with them. We can afford it with you at the lab and your books, and 12 weeks doesn't seem long enough." Greg searched her face. He could see there was something else that was pushing this. Though they had talked about one of them not returning to the lab. The discussion had mainly been about him. The lab was a part of Alison.

"Anything else." The words stole the smile away. Not entirely, but enough that this caused Greg's heart to hurt.

"Not tonight."

Mac looked at the board. It had copies of all the letters from Alison's second attacker.

"It' looks completely different." Mac glanced over at Flack, who had entered the office, taking the empty chair.

"Alison and Greg had their baby."

"Danny called to tell me." Flack shook his head, pointing at the board. "The minute you know there were two, you wonder how you never saw it." Mac nodded.

"Greg called Alison isn't coming back to the lab." Flack shut his eyes.

"Do you think it has to do with this case?" Mac looked back at the letters.

"I hope not, but something is forcing her hand." Flack titled his head.

"Why do you think Alison wants us to only have a copy of the letters." He held up his hands. "I know that she has Greg filter the information, but you would think that she would know that it would be easier for us to find him if we had originals." Mac tapped a pen on his desk.

"Because Alison doesn't know if she wants him to be found." Flack looked sick.

"Why do you say that."

"Alison told Greg she wanted to believe that there was only one. Her mind was trying to push all the blame onto Whitworth. That way, she could ignore this other guy." Mac got up walking over to the board. "You can even see it in the letters. He tells about what he did but always how he made it better afterward."

"But Whitworth did that too." Mac tapped his lip.

"Something is missing here that we aren't seeing." Flack got up, standing next to him.

"It's hard to believe that the pain didn't drive Alison mad." Mac shut his eyes.

"Our second guy is the one that gave her the meds." It fit like a glove.

"I thought that she didn't have issues until she got out of the hospital. And there weren't any drugs in her system when we found her." Mac reached over, grabbing the medical report.

"Right here." Mac pointed. "A nurse jotted a note on the side of the report. "Victim needed a higher amount than usual."

"But Alison was in a lot of pain." Mac shook his head.

"No, look at the letters. Part of the reason Alison was kept so long was that she slowly stopped reacting to what Whitworth was doing to her."

"She had gotten used to the pain."

"If you can say that, and what was it that Joe always said about Alison going off to college." Flack shook his head.

"He was nervous that something would happen because she was such a lightweight." Mac snapped his fingers.

"Then why did the nurse make this note. Because Alison had been taking pain meds for the entire time she was taken. This is why it seems like she got hooked so easily but also why she dropped it. Because he wasn't giving them to her. It wasn't the drugs. It was him." Mac watched all the color drain from Flack's face.

"These are typed." Mac nodded.

"What if it's because we would recognize the original handwriting."