"I can't believe he refused to tell us anything." Sara said when they walked out of the interview.

"We can prove she was in the trunk of the car and that it went into Lake Mead where her body was found." Grissom said.

"Did you find any other prints or hairs in the car that would indicate anyone else was driving it?"

"No." Grissom replied.

"And we still don't know who she is."

"Greg and Warrick went to Dickenson's apartment. Maybe they will have found something to help us give her a name." Grissom said optimistically.

"Maybe."

"We should head back to the lab."

"I just have to run to the bathroom, so I'll meet you back there."

"Okay." Grissom agreed.

Sara managed to control herself until she got to the ladies room but then broken down into tears. She stepped over to the wall and slid down until she was sat on the floor, her hand gripped tightly around her engagement ring which was still on the chain around her neck.

"Miss, are you okay?" One of the female officers asked when she entered the room.

"I'm fine." Sara said quickly wiping her face.

"You work at the crime lab right?" She said recognising Sara.

"Right. Sara Sidle. Sorry it's just been a long night." She swiped at her eyes again.

"It's okay." The officer grabbed her some toilet roll to wipe her eyes. "I'm Lisa Deluko." She paused. "Nothing bad happened did it?"

"We have a dead pregnant woman and a guy who won't tell us who she is even thought we can prove he dumped her body. There's some other personal stuff going on and I think my co-workers are planning an impromptu engagement party at the end of shift."

"That's nice of them. I'm on a break; do you want to grab some coffee?" Lisa offered. "Or do you have to get back?"

"Coffee would be good."

"You might want to splash some water on your face, your mascara ran."

"Thanks."

"I just have to…" Lisa pointed towards the stalls.

"Sorry. Go ahead."

CSI CSI

"Hey Warrick." Greg called from the bathroom.

"Yeah man." Warrick stood in the door.

"Someone is pregnant." He held up a pregnancy test.

"Could be our vics. Any way to tell?" Warrick asked Greg since he was the DNA expert.

"Urine doesn't contain DNA, be sometimes people urinate epithelials so it's possible that we might be able to a DNA comparison. But we'd probably have better luck with fingerprints back at the lab. Did you find anything he could have smothered her with?"

"I've taken all the sheets and pillow cases from the bed, cushions from the couch."

"So we're thinking our vic takes the pregnancy test it comes up positive. She tells him, he freaks out smothers her."

"Probably while she was asleep, she had limited signs of a struggle." Warrick added.

"He puts her in the trunk of his car, drives out to Lake Mead, reverses in dumps the body, drives back like nothing happened and then later takes a corner too fast and takes out the mail box."

"Plausible." Warrick said.

"You ever have a girl tell you she's pregnant."

"So far I've dodged that bullet. You?"

"Once, but it turned out to be a false positive. There are no little Sanders running around to the best of my knowledge."

"For which the world is grateful."

"Back to the subject at hand." Greg suggested. "We're still no closer to an ID on our Jane Doe."

"If you've got a girlfriend you call her perhaps we should check his phone records?"

"Unless she was a one night stand." Greg suggested.

"Let's work on the assumption that she was his girlfriend."

"How about we talk to the neighbours see if they recognise her picture?" Greg offered.

"Let's try it."

TBC