I had given Brass one name of a person whom I thought could be the only person to cause harm to Thor. Audhild Amundsen. She had been Thor's jealous ex-girlfriend and had stalked us when we were dating. That was back when I was happy with him, before I knew the person that he was deep down inside. I had thought that once the relationship was over and I had moved out of the country that I would never see her again. I had wanted to watch her interrogation but I had obligations to a case that Greg and I were still working on. I had only heard the news from Nick who had informed me when the case was closed.

I had grown tired of racking my brain for answers when I came up empty invoking me to leave Greg to study the evidence on his own. I needed a coffee break, and when I entered Nick was there with Warwick trying to go over a new case. I attempted to be polite as I could, and walked across the room to pour myself a cup of caffeine. I tuned their voices out, sipping my coffee and letting my mind wander. I was curious as of why I had such an attachment to Greg Sanders, and why he was noble enough to respect me in the way he did.

As well I wondered how my older brother was fairing. I had not seen Aksel for quite sometime, and since he is my only kin alive it was sometimes lonely. He had the band and all the crude men that had raised me, and I was fixated on crime and science. I'd admit I missed Norway, it was after all my homeland, but now I felt so distant from it. I wasn't sure if I had fallen into a niche in Vegas, or because Norway held so many ill feelings of my childhood.

Nick's voice pulled me from my daze. "Hey Siv, the case got solved."

I raised a brow, "yeah?"

Nick however shot me a smile. "Yeah we have so much evidence to pin on Audhild Amundsen, that she had to confess. She said she was jealous of you, even though you weren't with Thor anymore. I guess he told her that he was."

I took another sip of my coffee, calming my nerves and then shook my head. "No, he probably said I was his property."

I walked off shortly thereafter, and began to make my way back into the reconstruction room. I was pleased to know that I was cleared of any murder suspicions, for I knew Ecklie would have my head if I had gotta charged of something. I couldn't afford another misdemeanor on my record, especially due to what had occurred between Starr and myself. Occasionally I questioned how I had managed to not get fired from that job; then again it made sense when he handpicked me to be live bait. Grissom may have been socially challenged, but I knew his care for his team was a sign that something like that would have never occurred. It was nice to know that someone was on my side for once.

Greg was in the same position that I had left him, only this time he was listening to Marilyn Manson. I shook my head. I knew the feeling, for sometimes distractions could be the best way to focus. I leaned over the table across from him and looked at his photo from a different angle. I noticed something odd on the victim's neck that I hadn't seen before.

I pointed it out to him, "She has a bloody bite mark. Perhaps influenced by vampires?"

Greg didn't look up at me, but he did stare. I sighed, and realized that wearing a low-cut blouse to work today had been a bad idea. My hands pushed myself away from the table, and I let out a frustrated groan. I knew he was a flirt, and that he had been known to hide his porn in lab cabinets, but I thought he of all people would not be solely interested in that. It was proof enough to me, that no matter who you are or what you do the men in your life either take what they want of you or you have to give it up. I didn't want to give it up anymore.

Greg looked up at me finally with an apologetic look on his face, but I was already annoyed and needed another break. I let out a plethora of foreign curses, and let out a scream of irritation, this time letting him know I was annoyed. "You know what Sanders, you're all the same, every single one of you!"

He sighed. "Look I'm sorry, I'm a guy and it was a little noticeable. Don't shove them in my face next time."

"You imply that it was purposeful."

"Yeah well maybe with women like you it is." He retorted.

I glared. "That's extremely mature Mr. Sanders. I think I'll solve this case on my own, and you're wrong about so many things."

In the moment I just left, and decided I needed to make a phone call. Unfortunately the only place to do so was either outside or in the break room. Luckily for me however I spoke in my native tongue to a person that had guided me for so many years. I needed to forget the past of Thor and move on with my life, but I needed to speak with one the men that had guided me through the beginning of my career. I was relieved to hear the deep tones of his voice; he was the only father figure I'd ever known. Dear God, he knew that I was already getting myself into trouble.