Greg sat at his desk in his home office, working through some notes on his latest book. This mainly was finished, and he just needed some final notes to finish the book. Ethan was asleep already, and Alison was at the hospital with Liv, who was getting discharged tomorrow morning. If everything went well. he looked around at the brick walls. He would have to see about buying another floor to make sure they had enough space. Flack had warned him about needing to do that sooner, but with everything going on, he hadn't gotten around to it. His cell phone rang, and he picked it up. It was Jamie.

"What's up."

"Oh, man, I, uh ate or drank something and." Jamie slurred. "I'm pulling over." Panic shot through Greg. He was driving. "I'm, uh, I'm goanna Uber. But I'd really like to know what I slipped." Greg stood up.

"Jamie stays there. I'll come and get you."

"I mean, what I got slipped, uh, to me." Jamie wasn't paying attention to him. Greg ran upstairs and found Ethan sitting up in his bed, using a flashlight to read.

"Hey, we are going for a ride." Ethan tilted his head in confusion.

"I'm pretty bakes here, and I don't know what." Jamie continued to talk while Greg grabbed Ethan and headed down to his car. Greg buckled Ethan in and handed him a set of headphones, and turned on a movie.

"Jamie, I'm on my way." He stopped looking at his phone. The line was dead.

Mac and Flack looked at the board again.

"It has to be here somewhere. The person that took Al." Flack said, shaking his head.

"If it was there, we would know. By now."

"You would think, except for the fact that we missed that there even was a second guy. Until Eddie noticed it." Mac crossed his arms.

"What would you have me do."

"Talk to Al." Mac looked back at the boards.

"We haven't interviewed Alison since that first month." Flack shook his head.

"It's our only choice at this point."

Alison packed up her bags while waiting for Greg to arrive and pick her and Liv up. She smiled over at her daughter, who was sleeping in a cop onesie. There was a knock on the door. She looked over and smiled.

"Hey, Erin, what's up." Erin walked over to Liv, smiling down at the baby.

"Greg asked if I could pick you up." Alison opened her mouth, but Erin held her hand, stopping her from asking. "Ethan is with Messer and Lindsey. Jamie got slipped something, and Greg was on his way to go get him when Jamie got nailed by a cop. Greg can't go near the case like the rest of us. But he stayed with Jamie until Eddie could pick him up when she gets off shift." Alison nodded, wondering how Greg was handling things.

"And why you. I'm sure I could have been picked up by someone else. Don't you have work?" Erin glanced over at her.

"I wanted to spend the morning with the newest girl in the family." Alison walked over to Erin, smiling.

"Liv and I are flattered, but we can say something up. Don't forget we have Reagan's blood pumping through us." Erin looked at her.

"I'm being stalked." Fear shot so fast through Alison that she had to sit down.

"How do you know."

"He's coming up and talking to me." Alison looked up at her.

"I'm sorry." Erin waved her hand.

"What do you have to be sorry about. Al, I put the guy away for 12 years." Alison let out a slow breath.

"So, you know it him." Erin tilted her head.

"Considering that I've seen him twice in the past two days, I'd say I know who he is. Why do you ask." Alison let out a nervous laugh.

"Oh, nothing. Just wants to make sure that we know who we're dealing with."

"Yeah, a guy that lost everything and has nothing to lose, the most dangerous type." Alison shut her eyes.

"No, someone with everything to lose is far more dangerous."

Greg walked into the large office on the 18th floor.

"Greg, this is a surprise." Jack said, standing up and shaking his hand.

"No one in the family can do this, so I thought I would." Jack nodded, sitting down, and Greg took the seat across from him.

"What's up." Greg bit his lower lip.

"Jamie got arrested for a DUI." Jack nodded his head.

"I'm sure this is hard for you." Greg looked up at that.

"Erin mentioned how your parents died. I'm sorry." Greg nodded his appreciation.

"Well, Jamie is getting blamed for an accident that he helped pull a victim from while he was under the influence of THC. It apparently was slipped to him at a party. He left a message with the party's host, but they deleted the message, not wanting to get involved." Jack leaned back in his chair.

"And you want me to defend him." Greg looked at him.

"You did it for Danny a few years ago."

"And that didn't even get me a dinner invite."

"What if I get you a dinner invitation and pay your normal retainer fee." Jack laughed.

"You can't afford me on a cop's salary." Greg pointed at his bookshelf.

"Considering you have every book I ever released, I think you know I'm not just a cop, and your retainer will not be an issue." Jack smiled.

"Strange to have someone at the Reagan table be able to throw that type of cash around."

"If it can save Jamie's career, it's worth it."

"Does Al know you're doing this?"

"In no uncertain words."

Alison sat next to Greg on their couch.

"Did Erin get that stalker issue sorted out," Greg asked?

"Yeah, Antony was able to help her get it cleared up. I heard Jack is coming to dinner." Greg smiled.

"Considering he helped get Jamie out of a pinch, I'm not surprised." Alison glanced over at him.

"And what was that bill that he sent us." Greg shrugged.

"No one could ask or pay but us, so I thought you wouldn't mind." Alison kissed his cheek.

"I don't."

"So how much was it."

"Negative 50,000." Greg looked over at her.

"He's paying us." Alison rolled her eyes.

"No, he's paying me." Greg shifted.

"Why."

"Because I'm not a CIS, and he needed a computer favor. So, I helped him out, and that was my retainer."

"You helped with Jamie's case."

"No, it was something else." Greg relaxed back into the couch.

"How are you doing." Greg took a deep breath.

"The fear I felt when the line went dead." He let out a breath. "I don't know if I'm ready for that." Alison rested a hand on his chest.

"I'm sorry."

"I just think about what could have happened." A lump formed in his throat. "If he has caused the accident."

"But he didn't. He was safe."

"I know it just…."

"Brings up the memory of the phone call." Greg nodded. There was a knock on the door, and Greg moved to get up, but Alison stopped him. "I'm going to make a cup of tea anyways." She got up and walked to the door opening it to find that the day had finally come.

"Hi Alison," Mac said. "Flack and I need to talk to you."