"Nick, I'm telling you." Jennifer paused. "I didn't send you that letter! I barely have time to even get on the computer. I'm too busy with Emily, feeding her, bathing her, rocking her to sleep. I barely even have time to take a nap. I didn't write you that letter."

Nick studied the letter over and over again. 'If Jen didn't send it, who did?' He kept asking himself. He was going to have to investigate this. "Are you positive?"

"Nick!" Jennifer sighed. "I'm telling you the truth. I didn't type up Nick I still love you, on some piece of paper. And if I did, I would have put it in your back pants pocket." She smiled. She put her hands on his face, pulled herself closer and gave him a small peck on his lips. "Have you stopped shaving?" Jennifer asked.

"Yeah." He said looking at her. "I'm trying to grow a goatee." He beamed. "Now I can scratch your face with my stubble." He laughed.

"Hey you two!" Warrick said as he walked past the locker room. "Is that baby girl in that car seat?"

"Yea." Nick said. "But she's sleeping."

"Ah, I don't care if she's sleeping. I just want to see her." Warrick came a bit closer and stepped in front of the bench where Emily was sleeping in her car seat. "What an angel." He commented. "But who bought her that hideous hat!"

"I did!" Nick spoke. "I think it's cute. It's very girly. Very babyish." He beamed, proud of the hat he bought his baby girl. Beaming like a new father would.

"I think I'm gonna hook baby girl up with some nice hats. Gucci, Prada, Versace. She'll be one styling infant." Warrick paused. "Hey Jen. You finally getting any sleep?" He asked as he walked back and stood at the foot of the door.

"Sleep? What's that?" She joked. "I wish. I'm getting maybe an hour of sleep every day."

"Well, let's make a deal. On my day off, I'll come over, watch Em, and you can get some sleep. Free of charge." Warrick smiled.

"Okay. You're on!" Jennifer smiled back.

"Alright. See you Friday." Warrick announced as he walked out of the locker room.

"Well that's nice of Warrick." Nick said.

"Yeah, it is." Jennifer sighed. "Come on. Drive me home please. She'll be up soon and I do not want to sit here and feed her right here. You know Greg. He's everywhere and he's got wondering eyes." She laughed.



"They match?!" Sara questioned as she looked at the paper Catherine handed her. "Was it done on purpose?"

"No. It was sexual." Catherine paused as she sat down at her desk. "According to these tapes we seized from Christine's home, her and Miss LaCross had a relationship and it was, well, very sexual."

"Okay. This case keeps getting weirder and weirder." Sara paused. "Where's Grissom?"

"He's at Nick and Jen's waiting for them to get home." Catherine smiled. "He's making her dinner since she doesn't have the time to eat herself. And it's a surprise and I don't know if Jen has left here yet. Nick's in on it. I think she'll like it."

"That is nice." Sara commented. 'Wish Grissom would make me dinner.' She said to herself. "So, are these tapes like porn? Were any of them sold?"

"No. They were just for their personal collection. I guess they're like the one percent of the population who likes to tape them having sex with their partners and critiquing them later on to see how they can improve." Catherine said.

"Freaks." Sara huffed in disgust. "Did they not see what happened to Pamela Anderson and Tommy Lee? Their maid got a hold of it and it was for the whole world to see."

"Well, you know how the human mind works." Catherine began to point out.

"Yea." Sara sighed. "In very weird ways."