Alison sat across for Erin in the coffee shop. Liv was in her car seat next to her.
"Thanks for meeting me." Alison waved her hand.
"One nice thing about not working at the lab is the more flexible schedule." Erin eyed her.
"I thought that you loved working at the lab." Alison took a sip of her coffee.
"I did."
"Then why stop." Alison looked down at Liv.
"I Have my reasons." She shook her head. "Anyways, what did you want to talk about."
"I was wondering how you brought Greg to family dinner." Alison pulled back.
"What is our car." Erin shook her head.
"No, the first time. How did you get Grandpa and Dad to let him come?" Erin asked.
"You just had Antony at dinner two Sundays ago." Erin raised an eyebrow.
"But I'm not dating Antony." Alison smiled.
"Oh." She took a sip of her coffee. "Who is it, Jack?"
"No, and you'll have to find out on Sunday." Alison rolled her eyes.
"Well, then I'll not tell you how I got Greg a seat at the table." Erin gave her a pointed stair that would make any witness fidget.
"Fine, I didn't do anything. After a long shift, he gave me a ride home, and Grandpa let him stay."
"I mean, you were willing to ride with him even though he wasn't on the list." Alison fidgeted.
"I don't even like to think about where I would be if I hadn't said yes that day." Erin smiled at her.
"Probably on the road somewhere, knowing how often Danny abandons you."
Greg couldn't breathe the anger so strong that he forced his clenched hands to relax. Greg had sat in this courtroom before to testify in several cases. But today, there was no case. He watched Judge Thomas Felton look down on the room before him. A smug smile plastered on his face. 16 years that man had gotten away with everything. Sending messages to Alison as a reminder that he was still out there and she needed to keep quiet. He had everything to lose if she came forward. Making him dangerous.
"You are not scheduled to testify in this court today," Mac said, clamping a hand on his shoulder.
"How did you find me." Greg growled out.
"I didn't. You just happened to be doing the same thing I was." Greg took a deep breath resisting the urge to pull out of Mac's grip. "Let's go for a walk." Greg knew by the tone of his voice that he couldn't argue. Greg slowly got to his feet and walked out to the coffee shop in front of the courthouse.
"We have to do something." Mac started to walk down the street away from the building.
"We will. We just have to be careful. This isn't some average criminal. This is a Federal Judge. If we take one wrong step, not just our careers but the entire Reagan family will go down with us."
"For Alison, I'm willing to do anything."
"I know you are but remember Alison has hidden the truth for 16 years. We can't just ignore that." Greg stopped shutting his eyes.
"Do you think anyone will ever know the whole story?" Mac placed a hand on his shoulder.
"I think you will be the closet anyone will get."
"Are you going to tell Frank?"
"No." Greg looked up, tilting his head. "This is an open investigation. This stays to Flack you and I."
"How can I go to family dinner knowing this."
"The same way you did with the letters."
Alison and Greg walked into the back door of Frank's house.
"We're so late." Alison whispered.
"I knew I shouldn't have run that last test at the lab. It normally doesn't take that long." Alison looked over at him.
"That's because I was always there to help you."
"Anyway, I can get you to come back." Alison got a far-off look.
"I have to do something first." Greg looked like he wanted to ask her about that but stopped looking over at the dining-room door.
"At this point, should we even bother to show up."
"Erin is bringing that new guy today." Alison opened the door to the dining room and froze. Her stomach twisted, and she clamped her mouth shut. Fighting back, panicked nausea. Judge Thomas Felton sat next to Erin in the seat right across from hers.
"Let's go," Greg whispered in her ear.
"Al, you remember Tom Felton," Erin called out. Tom smiled at Alison, and her knees nearly gave out.
"Come on, you, guys." Frank called out to them. "Tom insisted that we wait for you." Alison opened her mouth but couldn't say anything.
"I'm not feeling well. I think I caught the bug going around the lab." Greg said behind her. "So, we just stopped by to drop off dessert. We don't want to get anyone sick."
"Since when has that been an acceptable reason to not stay for Sunday dinner," Danny called out.
"Yeah, quit stalling. We're all hungry. Tom brought dinner." Alison detached from herself. Watching herself slowly move to her seat with Greg and Ethan following. Tom offered to say grace, but his eyes locked on hers.
"So, Erin, how long have you and Tom been dating," Eddie asked.
"About a month. I would have told you all sooner, but Tom insisted on it being a surprise."
"What about being D.A. won't that be an issue. Him being a judge." Greg asked. Alison could hear the tension in his voice and noticed that he hadn't set Ethan down.
"I'm a federal judge. So, it's not an issue. I only ever see people in my court are CSI from the crime lab."
"So, how did you two reconnect," Eddie asked.
"Erin contacted me about a month ago, and we decided to get lunch." Tom continued to watch Alison. "I think it's fascinating how all of you ended up in law enforcement. The last time Erin and I were dating, you were trying to decide if you would go into law enforcement." Alison gulped, her mouth growing dry.
"My circumstance led me to the job."
"Shame you felt you had to do that."
"Shame you reconnected with my sister." Danny spat his water into his cup.
"Alison!" Erin hissed.
"I mean, considering how you disappeared from her life last time. Doesn't seem like you're the best at sticking to your commitments."
"I didn't have a choice last time."
"Everyone has a choice."
"Alison Mary." Frank scolded. Liv started to cry from her carrier, and Alison stood up.
"You have a beautiful family."
"Because I made a choice." Alison headed out to the front porch.
Greg sat in silence with the rest of the family. He couldn't even look at Ton. He might murder the man right there in a room full of cops if he did.
"I can take Ethan into the kitchen if you want to go check on Aunt Al," Sean said next to him. Greg didn't want to let go of Ethan. He wanted to grab his family and get out of the house as fast as possible.
"Thank you." Greg stood, handing Ethan over, then slowly walked to the front door.
"Ally," Greg said through the door. "I'm going to open the door. Please don't shoot me." Taking a deep breath, he slowly opened the door, slipping out. Alison held Liv in her arms.
"Where's Ethan!" Alison snapped. Greg held up his hands.
"Sean took him into the Kitchen." Alison nodded, taking a stifled breath.
"I can't go back."
"I know." Alison looked down at Liv. "Will you tell them?" Her eyes snapped up at that.
"I can't."
"He's sitting in the dining room, Alison. Are you going to just let him join the family? What if he does something to Erin."
"THAT'S WHY!" Alison lowered her voice, stepping closer. "That's why I never said anything." Greg didn't know how much more of this he could take.
"What, Ally. What…" The door opened, and Danny stepped out.
"Everything alright out here." Greg stared at Alison.
"Yeah, we're going to head out." Danny eyes them.
"If that's what's best."
Mac sat across from Frank Reagan. He was one of his oldest friends. He was giving him the latest report on the lab.
"Day shift will need a new lead in a few months," Mac said.
"Any recommendations." Mac shrugged.
"I have my eyes on a few, but I need to sort something out first." Frank nodded and shut his file.
"Now on to personal. How's Christine?" Mac smiled.
"She's opening another restaurant. Reed is in town next week, so Christine will give us a preview of what the menu is going to be." Frank smiled.
"Excellent."
"What about you."
"Erin brought her boyfriend to dinner." Mac looked up at that.
"I didn't know she was seeing anyone."
"It hasn't been for very long. Alison seemed to take it strangely the hardest. I think she always thought Erin should end up with Jack." Frank shook his head.
"Want me to run a background check." Frank smiled.
"No need. The government already did." Mar's grip on the file in front of him tightened ever so slightly.
"He works for the government?"
"A federal judge." Mac had to consciously stop himself from flinching.
"Really, anyone I know?"
"Judge Thomas Felton. There's talk that he might one day be supreme court judge."
"How do you feel about it." Frank shrugged.
"I just want Erin to be happy." Frank pressed his lips together. "Alison's reaction did bother me."
"Alison has always been jumpy around people." Frank shook his head.
"No, something on her face just didn't sit right. Greg was the same. He's normally very nice, but he seemed cold, almost hateful." Frank shook his head. "No matter, I'm sure they'll come around." Before Frank could ask about anything else, Mac stood up.
"I've taken up enough of your time, commissioner. I'll see you next week."
Greg felt the swing before I came. He moved before he was fully awake. He dodged in the direction that he usually did. The movement sent him straight into the line of Alison's fist.
"It's me." He rolled with the punch out of bed, lying on the ground. This was a new nightmare. He had learned about her nightmares over the years, and this one was different. He lay on the ground waiting for the locks in the bathroom to be thrown. Only it didn't come. Greg slowly moved to look at the bed. He didn't find it empty like he expected. Alison sat staring in front of her. So frozen in fear, he would have thought her not breathing except for the movement of the hair in front of her face. Greg circled the bed, so he was facing her. She couldn't' see him. That was clear in the haunted gaze of her eyes.
"Ally, you're safe." She slowly moved her gaze to look at him.
"How he just had dinner with not only my family but a room full of cops." Greg moved a little closer.
"We could move away."
"To where he always finds me."
"We could leave the country and not come back."
"Grandpa had cancer." Greg, crouched in front of her, dropped back on his heels.
"What."
"He told me. We can't leave." She pulled her arms around her.
"But you can't stay if he keeps coming to dinner."
"I can't tell them it would break the deal!" Water filled her eyes.
"And what, Ally? He already broke the deal by interacting with Erin." She nodded her head the froze, realizing what she had done. Greg leaned forward. "You made a deal with him about Erin." Alison closed her eyes, letting the tears slowly fall.
"Yes." It was more of a gasp than a whisper.
"Why?"
"Because I had seen what he could do already and didn't want Erin to go through it."
"Already seen."
"I went to the party knowing I would be taken. He was following Erin. If I didn't go, he would take her so…."
"You let yourself become the next victim."
"Erin lost her sister, but Nicky kept her mom." Alison was lost again. "If you live today, so does Erin, and tomorrow, no more pain. If you escape, I'll let him have her. Think about it. She had a daughter. What will poor Nicky do without her? It's my turn today. If you're good, I'll skip my next one. There was only one thing I could do." Greg gently took her cold hands in his.
"What was that."
"Pray that I was strong enough to keep her safe."
"He let you go."
"No, he didn't. He just gave me a longer leash."
Alison sat across from Danny at the coffee shoe, her eyes locked on her mug. She would have to sleep in a different room until the dreams settled down if they did. That way, Greg could get a whole night's sleep without having to dodge her fists.
"Did you want something?" She asked
"Can't a big brother take his little sister out to coffee?" Alison smiled but didn't look up.
"Considering I bought your coffee. No."
"Thanks, by the way. I'll pay you back" Danny leaned forward.
"What is it this time." Alison glanced up at that before shooting her eyes back to her coffee. That was growing colder by the minute.
"What are you talking about?"
"You know what, that whole display at dinner with Erin. I mean, kid, the two of you have had your spats, but on the day she brings a guy to dinner, you lose it on her."
"I didn't lose it."
"You called a federal judge to his face a coward."
"He is."
"Al, it's been years since you've seen him, and you liked him when they were dating last time. Erin would bring him by if she didn't like him."
"She doesn't know him." Danny leaned forward.
"What do you know, Alison." She bit her lower lip.
"I can't talk about it."
"Can't or won't."
Greg walked into the 2-9 to pick up some evidence. He wouldn't usually be the one to do it. The other option was to the D.A.'s office, and Mac agreed that it was best that he steered clear of it and the courthouse while they tried to figure out what they were going to do. So, Messer volunteered to go to the D.A.'s office. Jamie waved at him as he walked up to the sergeant's desk.
"Hey, didn't expect you to come down." Jamie eyes his sunglasses, concealing his shiner but didn't say anything.
"You got the paperwork?" Jamie handed it over and then signaled for someone to take his spot while they talked at his desk.
"Have you talked to her?"
"Her?" Greg didn't look up.
"Erin."
"No, I haven't gotten a chance." Jamie put his hands on his hips.
"Meaning you haven't made time." Greg looked up from his paperwork.
"No, like I said, I haven't gotten a chance."
"Greg, it's Wednesday. Are you really going to really make us all sit through another family dinner like that?"
"No." Greg handed over the paperwork. "You won't have to sit through something like that."
"So, you'll talk to Erin."
"No, my family won't be at dinner this Sunday."
Alison waved at Nicky as she got out of the airport.
"Thanks for picking me up." Alison set her bag in the back of the car before they got in.
"Sure thing. Ethan Liv and I didn't have any other big plans for today." She said, glancing back at her kids asleep in their car seats.
"I would have asked mom, but she's busy, and Dad is in Boston with a client."
"You could've asked Cormac." Alison smiled at the blush on her niece's face.
"We broke up years ago."
"And I happen to know you two have been talking again for the past 3 months and that you have been looking to move back to the great city of New York."
"We're just talking. Besides, my mom's the one with the crazy dating life." Alison's stomach dropped.
"Did you know she was seeing him?" She couldn't even bring herself to say his name.
"She told me about a few weeks ago but wouldn't let me tell anyone else."
"Why do you think that is." Nicky looked over at her.
"Seriously. Aunt Al, look at how you reacted to the whole thing. My mom called me in tears." Alison let out a breath.
"I didn't want anyone to get hurt."
"Strange way of showing it. Not even Uncle Danny had a problem compared to you."
"I can't explain they I acted that way."
"Can't or won't."
"Can't"
The door to Greg's office opened, and Frank Reagan walked in. Greg moved to stand up, but Frank held out his hand, stopping him.
"Commissioner, I didn't know you were coming up. I would have met you at the elevator." Frank didn't take the seat across from Greg. Instead, walking over to the empty desk where Alison used to sit. Mac hadn't given the desk to anyone yet. Greg secretly hopes he never did.
"I told them not to tell you. And it's Frank for this visit." Any pretense that this was about something other than Alison shot out the window.
"What can I do for you." Greg said, watching Frank slowly move to the window.
"Jamie told me that you and Alison won't be at family dinner on Sunday." Greg wanted to strangle Jamie for telling him.
"That's correct."
"May I assume it has something to do with the shiner on your face." Greg instinctively reached up to touch his eye.
"You may."
"Will you be back next Sunday?"
"No."
"For how long."
"I can't say."
"Can't or won't."
"Both."
Alison sat on the floor with Ethan and Liv playing cars while fighting back sleep. She hadn't slept much since Sunday. Sitting across from Him at dinner had thrown her dreams into a tailspin. There was a knock on the door. Alison froze, glancing at Ethan. She picked Liv up and headed for the door. Her conversation with Nicky playing through her head. What is Nicky sent Him over?
"Alison, it's me." Eddie's voice instantly relaxed her tense muscles. Alison opened the door, forcing a smile on her face.
"What brings you here?" Alison said, ushering her into the apartment. Eddie handed her over a bar of Chocolate.
"I came to give you a break." Alison stared at her.
"What?" Eddie gave her a sad smile.
"Something tells me you haven't been sleeping well since Sunday." Alison followed her gaze to the couch where Greg's pillow and blanket were. Alison opened her mouth, but Eddie held up her hand, stopping her from saying anything. "I'm not here to have a conversation. I'm here to watch Ethan and Liv while you get a nap in." Alison stared at her sister-in-law.
"I don't know what to say."
"Don't say anything. Go get some sleep."
Greg headed down the hallway of the lab. He and Alison were having dinner with Frank and Henry. So, they could see Ethan and Liv.
"Greg," Mac called out to him. Greg stopped waiting for him to walk over. "I talked to the feds. We don't have enough evidence to take Thomas Felton down." Anger boiled in Greg.
"What about the Letters Alison's scars. Her testimony." Mac held up his hand.
"Chain of custody, and it's been 16 years."
"So that's it, we're just going to give up and let that monster get away this what he did to my wife.'
"No, file nine is still open. We just need to be careful and not tip our hands too soon. Judge Felton is smart and has a lot to lose if he gets caught. That makes him more dangerous than usual. We don't know what he's capable of."
"I do." Greg took a deep breath. "I see what he can do every time I look at her smile." Greg adjusted his coat. "I have to go. I'll see you tomorrow."
"Sure thing, Greg. Sorry about this."
"Not as sorry as me." Greg got on the phone, texting Alison.
Sorry Mac stopped me. I'll be a little late.
K already headed over. Greg stepped off the elevator and was met with blackness.
Frank sat at the table filled with the entire Reagan family except for one family.
"Is this necessary?" Eddie asked. Frank looked over at Erin, who had called the meeting.
"We need answers." Frank heard the back door open, and Alison stopped at the door. She held Liv a little closer to her.
"What's this," Alison said, irritation in her voice.
"We called a family meeting," Henry said. Alison looked at Frank.
"How could you do this to me."
"Boys will you take your cousin into the family room," Frank said. Sean and Jack got up and took Ethan and Liv out of the room. "Have a seat, Alison."
"No," Alison said. Frank raised an eyebrow.
"What's going on, Al." Jamie asked.
"What's going on with me." Greg shook her head. "It's all of you that are acting strange. Normally when Greg and I have to take a step back, you respect that, but this time you won't let it go."
"Because this time it's hurting Erin," Frank said.
"If this has something to do with Erin, then why isn't she speaking for herself," Alison said, pointing at her sister.
"Because I'm trying to understand what's causing this reaction, Alison." Alison set her jaw, and a rock formed in Frank's stomach.
"I can't tell you." Alison looked down at her phone.
"Can't or won't." Henry asked her. She looked up at Frank.
"Won't."
"Why this, Alison, why now." Jamie asked.
"Leave her alone." Danny called back. Frank shut his eyes as the arguments continued then the conversation came to a stop.
"Where's Al," Eddie said. Frank opened his eyes. Danny ducked into the Kitchen.
"She's gone." Frank reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. He put it on speaker.
"Mac Taylor." Frank looked over at Erin.
"Judge Felton has to do with Alison." Everyone at the table held their breath.
"Alison identified him as the other kidnaper, and I think he had Greg."
Greg slowly opened his eyes. His head was pounding. He tried moving his arms, but something was holding them down. He forced his eyes open and was met with darkness. He was taped to a metal chair that was bolted to the ground. He couldn't' see what the room looked like. It was too dark, but it felt significant.
"Ah, you're finally awake." A deep electronic voice filled the air. Light flooded his eyes, worsening his headache.
"Who are you." Greg choaked out his mouth dry.
"Someone you show have just left alone." Greg's chest grew tight.
"Felton."
"Good job."
"What do you want."
"I want a lot of things, but for now, I'm content to let you play my game." The light vanished, and Greg found he was sitting at a table. The seat across from him was empty. "Once Alison gets her, we can start."
"Alison will never come." Felton appeared to his left.
"You sell yourself short, Detective, either way. I ordered Alison to be here, so she will be here."
"She's not your puppet to control." Felton laughed.
"I kept her silent for 16 years. Think about it the commissioner's daughter keeping a criminal on the street. Not only that but a judge."
"Why…Why would you become a judge." Felton shrugged.
"Why not." Felton looked at his watch. "Where is she."
"Maybe she's not coming." Felton eyes him.
"Oh, she'll be here. I carved my name into her after all." Greg's stomach lurched, and they fought back the nausea of the scar on her right shoulder. He had never been able to figure out was it was because it had been damaged by another scar. But he knew it was his initials.
"Why are you doing this? You sent the letter. She should have another year. I thought that was the point of the deal."
"Alison broke the deal. She told you who I was."
"No, she didn't." Felton rolled his eyes.
"I saw you in my courtroom the other day."
"I've been there before." Greg tried pulling his arms out of the tap.
"Exactly, which is why I knew from merely glancing at your face that my Alison had told you everything."
"SHE'S NOT YOURS." Greg shouted. A door opened and closed.
"Ah, I see you got my message." Greg watched in horror as Alison came into view.
"Let…Let…him go." She said, her voice just loud enough for Greg to hear.
"Have a seat," Felton said, causing Alison to flinch. She took the seat across from Greg. "That's my girl."
"Sorry," Alison said, looking down at the table.
"You have nothing to be sorry about.' Greg said, wishing she would look at him.
"Well, she does. If she hadn't told you about me, none of this would have happened." Felton pulled out a knife and sliced the tape holding his left wrist in place. The blade nicked his skin. Felton set a gun on the center of the table. "Shall we start?"
"What is this," Greg said, eyeing the gun. With one hand free, he could grab it. Or Alison, she wasn't restrained at all.
"Simple, we are all dying tonight. The game is who goes first."
"You!" Greg grabbed the gun, pointed it at Felton, and squeezed the trigger for a soul-crushing click. Felton laughed.
"What do you think? I'm stupid. The game, whichever one of you points the gun at the other, gets to watch that person die." Felton stood behind Alison, caressing her cheek with the knife in his hand.
"Why would I want to watch Alison die," Greg asked. In a smooth motion, Felton swung the knife down, stabbing it in the back of her hand that rested on the table. Alison screamed. "To end her pain." Felton pulled the knife out and whipped the blood on Alison's shirt. She grabbed her bleeding hand, setting them on her lap. Her lips clamped shut. Greg cursed at him.
"You'll never get away with this."
"Did I not make myself clear. I don't plan to." He moved slowly over to Greg. "I have been planning this day for the past 16 years. No one had thought about this day more than me."
"I have." Alison lifted her hands from behind the table, revealing a gun. She pointed it at Felton.
"That's impossible." Alison slowly got to her feet.
"You thought that I didn't keep tabs on you when I left that room. You may have gotten those letters to me, but I know everything about you. Down to the color, you painted your home office. I was always more afraid of Whitworth than the food you order at the Chines place by the courthouse because you are too predictable. All I had to do was install a false bottom to this table and wait for this night to come. And I had all the time in the world." Felton took a step back, holding up his hands.
"What, you're going to shoot me. I thought cops were better than that." Greg watched as a smile crossed Alison's face.
"Haven't you heard I'm not a cop anymore?" Felton took a step back, his face growing pale. A door opened, and a team of officers flooded in, led by Flack and Danny rushed in.
"But I'm a Reagan, and we bleed blue."
3 months later….
Alison sat on the front porch of her dad's house. Her family played in the front yard while she sat on the front porch reading. Liv was asleep next to her, the warm air making the spring day more inviting. Greg pulled up to the house, and Ethan ran over to him, giving him a hug before running back to Sean.
"You going to join in on this," Joe called over to him.
"He can't. He might snap in two if we look at him wrong." Danny called back.
"No, I think you have to be worried about Cormac doing that to you," Greg called back, waving at Cormac, who had joined them.
"I would never do that."
"Hey stranger, I thought you weren't going to make it," Alison said as he sat down next to her.
"And miss you making dinner, not a chance." He kissed her cheek. "Mac wanted to talk to me."
"About what."
"He needs a new section lead for the day shift."
"What did you say."
"I would do it only if I could split the job with you." Alison looked over at that.
"What?"
"Think about it, Ally. I would be able to write more, and you would get to do what you love and still see the kids more. I know you've missed it. What do you think, Ally?"
"Yes." Greg carried on, not hearing her.
"No, you don't have to… Wait, what did you say."
"Yes, let's do it."
"So quickly." Alison smiled.
"Mac might have mentioned something to my dad, who mentioned it to me." Greg relaxed, leaning back on the porch steps next to her. "Besides, now we can finally get day shift to put their paper working their cars in the right spot." Alison looked back at the family, smiling at Baez, holding her daughter.
"I thought you read that one." Alison turned to look at Greg and then noticed he was looking at the book in her hands.
"It wasn't the official release."
"What do you think."
"You don't pay your editor enough." Greg leaned over and kissed her.
"Enough of that, you two. We're trying to win a game." Greg pulled back.
"I'll remember that when I catch you and Baez doing it in the second quarter." Alison laughed, then looked at Greg.
"What was that for."
"You look" He glanced around at the family. "Hot." She kissed him.
"I think you look hot too." Alison tilted her head, looking down at him. "I think I'm ready." Greg looked at her.
"Ready for what, another kid. I thought we could…." Alison laughed, swinging her arms. She took a deep breath looking out over the warm summer day.
"I'm ready for you to write my story." Greg didn't move.
"Are you sure?"
"It's time that the world knew the whole story." Greg reached over, grabbing her hand.
"You don't have to do this." Alison smiled.
"I know."
"I…" Greg's voice was hoarse. "I would be honored to tell your story." She looked over at him and gave him a full smile.
"No, Greg, our story."
A/N: And there is it ends with the two of them on the front porch. Thank you all for going on the journey with me. Hard to believe that I started this at the end of 2019. How the world has changed. I considered continuing with the story for a long time as Blue Bloods was on the air. To be honest, it felt like their story had run its course. I met the character Alison in season 3 of Blue Bloods. The idea of the youngest Reagan being a survivor seemed to add a layer to the family. But I didn't go anywhere with her because it felt like she was missing something.
Fast forward to the summer of 2018 when I watched CSI: Crime Scene Investigation for the first time and met Greg Sanders's character. I had seen CSI: New York back when it was on the air. But none of the characters stood out like the DNA specialist turned CSI.
I knew that I had to write a story with him, but it felt like he was missing something like Alison. One day driving home from the story, it hit me that they were missing each other, and CSI: New York was how they could meet. After that, the story took off, and they finally both had their person. When I started posting this story, I had written up to Season 8 of Blue Bloods and had a general idea of the ending. But as many writers know, sometimes your characters don't always stick to the plan. Eddie and Alison not getting along at first, and Danny and Greg being best friends is not planned. Liv wasn't supposed to be born during the story, and Henry being Greg's biggest fan. These all just happened, and I hope you all enjoyed it. Enough pulling back the curtain of this story. Thank you all for reading this story. It means the world to me that you took the time to read my story.
It may have been years of writing, but it was also years of reading. You all trusted that I would finish this story, and I do not take that lightly. I hope you all, having completed the story, don't feel it was a waste of time. I'm sad to see this story end but happy to know that Greg and Alison are sitting on the porch free. Feel free to ask any question about the story, whether it's about its writing or the charters.
Goodbye
