Weeks into the Oslo Case, I had arrived to work to begin observing the prints lifted from a case that I was working with Warrick. This was an easy B & E, that I was confident would be solved in no time. However, before I was able to go find my partner, Sara nearly ran me over. I was highly taken back by her odd behavior, and led her to the break room where she could get some coffee in order to logically sober up. Sighing to myself, I sat across from her and asked her what the damage was.

"This is definitely aimed at you, but I can't talk about the case…"

I cut her off. "Then what do you need to tell me?"

"Just…you're in danger, watch your back and make sure someone is with you at all times. We don't need you to be kidnapped for a third time and never come back."

I nodded. My hands pulled my hair behind my neck, so that I could work without it getting in the way, and Sara gasped. She grabbed my left hand and looked at the ring on the appropriate finger. "I knew he was going to ask you, but he never said he did it. It was his Nana Olaf's right?"

I nodded. "That's what he told me."

Greg's voice floated in from the doorway. "Nice of you to finally notice Sara."

"I've been swamped with this case. Everyone else knows?"

Greg laughed at her. "Basically. Hey, Warrick wants to see you about the prints you two collected."

I nodded, and stood up from the desk. I bid my goodbyes to my coworkers and headed to the evidence room where Warrick was awaiting me. I smiled at him while I slid my hands into my gloves. He asked me to look at the unknown, the victim's prints and the ones we had collected from the suspects. No matches.

I sighed in defeat. "I wish we had DNA, then we could have some connection."

Warrick agreed. "So how is the future Mrs. Sanders doing today?"

I shook my head. Warrick had been referring to me with that title often. "Alright. My brother called this morning, and apparently he's in town. I'll meet him after his gig once I'm off shift."

"He's a musician right?"

I nodded. "All our lives. Aksel raised me once my father died, I suppose it would explain some of the oddities I possess."

Warrick laughed. "What if this is a set-up?"

"The victim wasn't supposed to be there you mean. Well we got prints from the owner, should we run them?"

"Yeah, go give them to Wendy to run through AFIS."

I sighed. "Alright, but this is going to take a couple of days."

I took the evidence bag with the unknown prints from the house and the owner's prints and ran them over to Wendy. She smiled at me. "What do you have for me today?"

"This is the owner of the house's prints and this is the unknown prints found on the scene, can you run a comparison on them?"

"Sure thing."

I spent the rest of night going over what little evidence we had with Warrick. We had a theory that the owner of the house was trying to fraud money from his insurance company by robbing his own house, and that his son had gotten in the way. The Victim died of blunt force trauma, which could theoretically been accidental, due to the fact that there was only one blow to the back of the head. It was the only thing we had at the moment, and if the prints came back negative, the case would have to go cold. Seeing that we were getting nowhere, Warrick and I decided to call it quits. He headed home to his wife Tina, and I went in search of Greg.

I found my fiancée getting results from the DNA lab on the case he was currently working with Catharine. I stood in the doorway and waited for him to acknowledge me. We had brought separate cars so that if I got out early I would just meet him at home. He smiled at me once he had his results, and we walked out to the reconstruction room when he was done.

"I'm heading home, Aksel and the boys might be over tonight."

Greg nodded. "That's right you said they were in town. Well I'll see you when I get home then, be careful."

"I always am."

I walked out to my car, and flipped open my cell phone. I was pleased to have my brother answer on the first ring. "Hey, I just got off shift, where are you?"

"Well, at your house."

"Oh, yeah, did I give you the address?"

"This morning, sorry I forgot you work nights, but we're just waiting for you."

"Okay, I'll be there."

I drove as fast as the speed limit allowed to get to the house that Greg and I now shared. A cigarette was tucked behind my ear, and I had a feeling that the boys and I would share a few drinks. I pulled into the driveway to find their tour bus taking up the right side of it, Greg would be in a surprise when he came home later. Almost immediately I had my cigarette lit and I was talking with the four men that raised me like I never left their side. We headed to the backyard patio to have a few smokes and drinks that they provided. I insisted on being outside because I knew that Greg would freak if he smelt smoke in his house.

Aksel pushed back his mahogany hair out of his face, to take a swig of his beer. I took one too, then sucked in some nicotine to my lungs and tapped the ash of my cigarette into the tray set on the plastic white table. I hadn't seen these boys in a long time and it was good to see my family again. Aleksander, the youngest and shortest of the bunch had been a dear friend of mine through my adolescence. He was the bass player and had taught me years ago, he was also the only blonde in the group much like myself. Despite the strange reasons, we were bonded the most. Fredrik was the same giant that I remembered; though it was masked highly by the fact he was constantly sitting as The Boys From Nowhere's drummer. Lastly Mikkel had been a father figure to me, and had pulled me out of a few jams when I was a teenager. He was the one that told me to get an education and to stop doing illegal drugs. To say I owed him was an understatement.

"So what's been going—"

My brother's question was interrupted by Aleksander's outburst. "What the hell is on your finger?"

All four of them looked at the ring on my left hand and I smiled. It was at that moment that the back door opened and Greg came out. I beckoned him over. "Guys, this is my fiancée Greg Sanders, Greg this is my brother Aksel and his band mates."

Aksel stood and shook Greg's hand. "It's good to meet you, I hope you take good care of her. I mean I thought Thor would have done a good job keeping watch of her, but I'm glad Siv has someone."

"What are you talking about?" I asked.

Mikkel sighed. "When you left we sent Thor to look after you, and he told us you were kidnapped in New York so that's why he came to Vegas."

"Did you not know that Thor thought women were just property?" I told them.

Greg protectively put an arm around my waist. "Siv, calm down, they were doing what they thought were right. Although Thor thought you were property, he was only trying to protect you from this killer."

I sighed. "I just wish one of you would have told me first."

Aksel gave me a weak smile. "We're not good with people Siv, that was always your job."