Greg walked into the ER.

His mind was spinning from the night before. All he wanted to do was call a family meeting and have it all out in the open. Once and for all, freeing Alison from her burden. He spotted Danny at the nurse's station.

"Hey, you are alright? I heard you got caught up in an explosion." Danny didn't say anything, and Greg glanced at Baez, standing next to him.

"His hearing isn't that good." Greg nodded, and Danny then seemed to notice Greg.

"HEY, I WAS IN AN EXPLOSION BUT I'M FINE." Greg winced at the raised voice. Baez grabbed Danny's arm.

"YOU'RE SHOUTING."

"WHY ARE YOU WHISPERING." Baez rolled her eyes.

"The doctors say it's temporary."

"THIS IS JUST TEMPORARY." Greg turned his attention to Baez.

"I sent a team over to deal with the house. We should be able to get what we need from the scene. Any ideas what's going on."

"The victim is in witness protection." Greg tilted his head.

"Then where was her protection."

"SHE CAME BACK TO CHECK ON HER MOTHER," Danny said.

"Shame." Greg shook his head. "I'll let you know if I find anything."

"YOU LET US KNOW IF YOU FIND ANYTHING."

Alison walked over to Jamie. She needed to focus on anything other than what Mac and Flack were looking into today.

"What's up." Jamie handed over a picture.

"I need you to look into someone for me." Alison tilted her head.

"I thought you were a sergeant and didn't have to deal with this stuff." They started walking toward the door.

"I did. I met her mother at a big bust this morning." Alison stopped looking at her.

"You did what."

"She was looking for her daughter, and I told her that I would help her find her." Alison crossed her arms.

"So, you called me?" Jamie shrugged.

"You don't work at the lab anymore, so there isn't a conflict of interest." Before Alison could say anything, else Joe hurried over to them.

"How is she doing." He asked Joe smiling at Alison.

"She's alright." Alison turned to Jamie.

"Why wouldn't she." Jamie shrugged.

"She threatened to shoot herself unless Jamie helped find her daughter," Joe explained, causing Alison to shut her eyes.

"Tell me you didn't do that."

"I did, and what does it matter to you. You're not a cop anymore." Alison put her hands on her hips.

"That doesn't mean I stopped being a Reagan." Jamie held up his hands.

"She's not crazy. She just wanted to find her daughter." Joe looked at the two of them.

"So, you're going to try and find her."

"I don't like to make promises that I can't keep," Jamie explained.

"Don't you need a detective to work the case, and Aunt Al isn't one anymore." Alison smiled, seeing where the conversation was going.

"Do you have any suggestions," Jamie asked.

"Yeah me."

Greg walked over to Danny and Baez.

"Hey, I got the security footage from outside Elena's house." Danny looked over at him.

"Did you get any faces?" He asked.

"So, we're done shooting." Danny glared at him, and Greg shook his head.

"No, they were wearing ski masks." Baez leaned back in her chair.

"Did your team get any fingerprints?"

"No."

"Got any other angles?" Danny asked. Greg pulled out a sticky note.

"No, but I did git a plate." Baez took it and typed it into her computer.

"2019 Mercedes reported stolen two days ago." She read the report.

"Owner."

"Arturo Munoz." Danny looked over at Greg.

"That's the guy that was after her."

Alison sat in the back of Jamie's car with her laptop pulled open. Joe was sitting in the passenger seat.

"I have a question for you." Joe said. "My mom said she didn't tell my dad she was pregnant. 'cause he would have insisted on getting married, is that true?" Jamie glanced at Alison in the mirror, who nodded.

"Without a doubt," Jamie answered.

"Well, I sometimes wonder what it would've been like if he knew, you know? If I knew him."

"Sometimes, I wonder if he knew," Jamie said.

"Would he have handled himself differently on the job?" Joe glanced at Alison.

"What do you mean? Like, would he be more careful if he knew he had a son?" Alison shut her eyes. "Would he still be alive?

"I guess we'll never know?" Alison tapped Jamie's arm.

"That's him?" Joe held up a picture. "Carlos Sanchez."

"Good job finding him." Joe said while Jamie started to trail him.

"I'm good at what I do." Alison smiled.

"The thing is that she could do that without the recourse of the NYPD," Jamie said. "Try keeping a secret in this family from her." Alison flinched, grateful that they couldn't see her in the back.

"So now what?" Joe asked. "We don't have a reason to pull him over."

"Al, run his plate."

"It's stolen." She said, sending the information to Joe's phone.

"Well, there's a reason." Jamie flipped on the lights right as an undercover cop car rounds the corner, their lights on.

"Who's that," Joe asks as the car slides into the intersection, stopping Sanchez and Jamie. Joe and Jamie hop out of the vehicle pulling their guns, while Danny and Greg get out of the other car.

"Hand's where I can see them." Danny called out."

"I didn't do anything." Sanchez called back.

"Shut up and keep your hands where I can see them." Danny moved over to the car. "Out of the car." Sanchez did as he was told. "Turn around and put your hands on the car."

"Danny?" Jamie called out, looking and him and Greg.

"What are you doing here." Danny asked as he patted Sanchez down.

"About to ask you the same thing."

"Carlos Sanchez?" Danny asked, looking at the ID.

"You know you're driving a stolen vehicle here?" Greg walked over to Joe, who was kneeling at the back of the car.

"That look like blood to you," Joe asked, pointing at a puddle forming under the car.

"Sure does." Greg moved closer.

"Hey Danny, we got something back here. Jamie Pop the trunk." Greg and Joe pulled their gun as the trunk popped, revealing a dead woman in the back of a car.

"We got a body back here." Alison got out of the car, walking over to join them.

"Al, you should be in the car," Jamie said to her. She crossed her arms.

"Mac hired me as a consultant. So, I can help Greg clear the scene."

"We got it from here." Danny said. Greg handed Alison a camera, and the two started to take pictures.

"We're gonna take Sanchez back to the 2-9," Jamie said. Greg glanced at Alison from behind his own camera.

"I got a VIC nine months pregnant just got blown up, and that's the car they used. He's not going anywhere except in our squad." Danny said.

"Danny, this is our collar." Jamie said.

"This is going to be fun." Alison said while her brothers continued to fight.

"We get to work together." She glanced at Greg. Dark circles under his eyes were a reminder that everything had changed, and there was nothing she could do about it. Alison turned back to the other.

"This is Isabella Martinez, according to her ID, and she doesn't match the picture of the girl we're looking for."

"Which means Soli is still out there," Joe said.

"Alright, let's work this together," Jamie said to Danny.

"Okay."

Greg walked into the apartment with Alison. He was holding Ethan, who had fallen asleep, and Alison was carrying Liv in her car seat.

"Did Danny tell you about Baez adopting the baby girl," Alison asked. Greg nodded as they headed upstairs to put the kids to bed. "I still can't believe that you diffused a bomb." Alison was chatting. He could feel it.

"I'm glad I could. It saved Soli's life, and she got to be with her mother." They continued in silence as they finished getting the kids ready, then slowly headed downstairs. They could put the conversation off no longer. Alison sat on the counter, and Greg stood across from her. He could barely breathe. "Erin is running for DA." He finally said.

"Yes," Alison said, her knuckles turning white.

"She has to know." Alison looked up at him, and he could see the tension building in her.

"This will kill her and the rest of the family." Greg met her gaze.

"The fact that you kept this from them for 16 years is what's going to kill them." Alison set her jaw.

"What's that supposed to mean."

"You know what I'm saying. If…" Alison shot off the counter.

"If I had told them, maybe none of this would have happened." The words cut out of her mouth, but Greg didn't react.

"No." He took a deep breath. "If you had told them, they could have helped you." Alison slumped back on the counter.

"I couldn't; that was the deal." Alison bit her lower lip.

"The deal was to keep himself safe no matter what he said." Greg could hardly breathe as he watched Alison. She shut her eyes, allowing tears to slowly fall down her cheeks.

"I can't tell them."

"You have to."

3 Nights ago.

Alison gripped the door to the apartment staring at Mac and Flack.

"Do we have to?" Her voice came out as a small whisper. Mac gave her a sad smile.

"It's been long enough." Greg walked over to them.

"Hey, come on in." He said, then seemed to notice Alison's frozen state. "I take it this isn't going to be a fun conversation."

"But one we need to have either way." Alison turned and walked back into the kitchen, moving into the corner. Greg stood in between her and Mac and Flack.

"What's going on." He asked. Mac's gaze never left Alison.

"You know who he is, don't you." Greg's head snapped over to her. Hurt filled his eyes. "You have always known who he was. That is why you have never pushed to find him." Flack took a deep breath.

"We know he gave you the drugs. Why did you stop." Alison's hands moved over to her old scars.

"Because that was part of the deal." Her voice seemed hollow.

"Why you."

"Because I was the only one he could use." Mac broke this gaze at that, looking at Greg. Then back at her.

"You have to tell us." Alison set her jaw.

"it's better for everyone if I never tell you who he is."

"Ally, it can't be the letter. What if they stop." Greg asked. Alison looked over at him.

"If I tell you, this will affect more than just me."

"The longer it goes on, Alison, the worst it will be," Flack said.

"You don't know what ye know." Mac crossed his arms.

"I can't force you to tell us, but I can get a warrant for those letters, and then we will know. I have it written up, and all I need is to take it to a judge, and then everyone will know." Anger filled Alison, and has glared at Mac. He shut his eyes. "Please, Alison, this is hurting all of us." She looked over at Greg, who gave a small smile. Taking a deep breath, she turned back to them.

"The Honorable Judge Thomas Felton." All three men took a sharp breath, and Flack cursed.

"The Federal Court Judge." Mac said.

"And Erin's Ex-boyfriend." Flack added.

"If you go after him. Think of all the cases." Alison said.

"But you can't just let him get away with this," Greg said, the frustration in his voice building. Alison turned and looked at him.

"I have for the past 16 years."