Aksel and his band had been impressed with Greg and were happy that I was finally getting married. Greg was just happy to be with me, but anxious to get married. We had planned a date to have it and sent invitations to our few friends and family, but I was holding out. I really wanted my case of the killer from Oslo to be solved before I took that next step with Greg. I truly loved him, but I had some thinking to do first. As of late I had been working myself to death on other cases that I had been assigned too, working with whomever was available and having to wait for long periods of time before getting any word back.

Sara was still working my case while doing others on the side, and suddenly out of nowhere when reviewing a piece of evidence she found a distinct tool mark that had sliced through my body on the first kidnapping scene. I still had the scar to prove it, and it matched a knife that had been found around the perimeter of the triple murder scene. She had to have me write a second statement as a victim and what I can remember from both instances. So that they can be used in court while she waited for the DNA to come back to this one suspect she had her eye on. I had been a little overwhelmed by the whole situation that Grissom wanted to take me off my own cases, but I flat out refused.

Grissom sighed at my stubbornness, and pointed to Greg. "You two are counterparts."

I smiled a cheeky grin. "Of course. I mean, who else would marry this goof ball?"

Greg glared at me. "I'll pretend I didn't hear that, but I think Grissom is right. The stress of once being a victim is getting to you."

I shook my head. "No it's not."

"Sara's talking to him now." Grissom informed me.

"Can I go watch?"

He solemnly nodded his head. "Greg, go with your fiancée, make sure she's okay."

I watched through the glass at Sara interrogating the suspect, who was surprisingly calm. My hands were sweaty and my heartbeat was thumping loudly, this was definitely the guy that had tortured me. I wanted to know why he did it twice and let me live, and when Sara finally voiced it I was appalled. He had wanted to watch me suffer, to hear me scream out in anguish and repent for all the sins I had done through my lifetime. He was sick, but the question remained why I began a target, though I had a feeling it was because he had been there in the shadows at the scene of the first crime. That was what attracted him.

Greg wrapped his arms around me, while we watched Sara and Brass finally get him to confess fully. To see the man I had been living in fear of being cuffed and lead away by an officer was a joy to my very being. I knew it was a relief to Greg as well, and my coworkers who had been jumpy every time I left a room without someone with me.

"He's caught Siv, I think it's time we get married." Greg whispered on my neck.

I smiled at his voice tickling me. "Yeah, I think so too."