I pulled my long blonde hair into a hair tie, so that it was out of my face and that I could appear professional. The water from the shower had switched off, alerting me that Greg was finished in the bathroom and getting dressed. I buttoned up the white blouse I had put on, and smoothed the wrinkles out of my pencil black skirt. From off the back of our bedroom door I had a matching black jacket hanging, and I took that off the door and pulled it on. I looked in the full-length mirror, making sure that I was presentable for the court date. I turned at the bedroom door opening, and smiled at my husband in a black suit and tie. It looked incredibly awkward on him, but in a cute way.

"I look like a dork." He stated.

I smiled at him, and flattened down his hair. "I told you that you didn't have to come with me today, you don't have to testify."

Greg shook his head, and took my hand in his. "I promised you I would, and I'll stand by you."

It was when he said things of that nature that made me appreciate all the love and support he sent my way. Marrying Greg Sanders had been the best decision of my life, and I was just happy to have him understand my stress filled lifestyle. We were both ready for the court case that would decide the fate of a killer that had targeted me, and I was ready to have it all over with. Greg drove, as my hands were beginning to shake from nervousness. He slid his right into my left, and only moved it to get out of the car. We were led into the courtroom to watch the judge begin the hearing. It was crucial for me to be there, for I was the only survivor but that would have to wait for after the evidence was presented.

First, to my surprise someone from Norway was the first to testify on the start of the cases, and how he and a young csi had worked the case together. I was that young csi, and the man on the stand was my supervisor Henrik. I had not seen him for many years, but I had called him a few times on advice, and it was a nice gesture that he was here to help my cause. To my displeasure Starr was also there, but he spoke highly of my work and blamed himself for carelessly endangered my well-being. I was a little shocked at his display of emotions, but it was increasing helping the case. I got the feeling that the jury was convinced of their verdict, but as it got to Sara Sidle's it became more evident that the man seated on the defense was their killer.

Greg squeezed my hand as my name was being called. He kissed me secretly on the cheek, as I rose to walk across the courtroom and onto the stand. The lawyer looked sharply at me, and began his questioning. "When were you first aware of this "Oslo Killer"?"

"I was a new investigator on the first murder, and I collected evidence and documented the scene alongside Henrik Slandviko of the Oslo Crime Lab." I answered.

"When was the first time you were taken as a victim?"

"I had made the transfer to New York to be a leading investigator, only to be bumped back into lab work, but when I was familiar with the profile of the killer Starr insisted that I play bait."

"What can you remember from that first kidnapping?"

"A white cloth, being drugged, and tied up for days. The killer never came into the contact with me, but had other men doing his dirty work and I remember I fought back and freed myself."

"Now, you were found by CSI Greg Sanders of Las Vegas the second time, is that correct?"

I nodded. "Yes."

"What is your relationship with Mr. Sanders? Then and now."

I looked to the judge. "I don't see the relevance."

"I don't see any harm in answering the question." She replied.

I sighed. "Greg Sanders at the time of my kidnapping was my boyfriend, and is further more currently my husband."

"And both of you were off the case when you noticed a pattern during a triple?"

"Yes, I knew that having been a victim would have caused questioning into evidence that I processed, and Greg decided to take precautions to be taken off the case as well."

"What do you remember about your second kidnapping?"

"I was set-up at a crime scene, again he had recruited others to do his bidding. Chloroform was used to sedate me, and I woke handcuffed to the bottom of the stairs in a basement of a house. He had come down and I fought to get away, which caused him to stab me and I was bleeding violently until I was found moments before I had lost too much blood."

"That is all Mrs. Sanders, you may step down."

I walked back over to my seat where Greg immediately wrapped his arms around me. I was comforted by his touch, while we waited for the jury to make its verdict. During the recess Greg and I headed back to the car, so that we could talk but that wasn't exactly what I wanted. I kissed him eagerly, willing him to do the same and we were beginning to lose track of time. Greg pushed me away, although he was grinning. "Whoa, Mrs. Sanders we can save that for later, right now we both have to get back into that courtroom."

When the court was back in session, a member of the jury handed a slip to the judge. She spoke, "By order of the court the jury find the defendant guilty of five accounts of murder, attempted murder and assault on a civil servant, and will be sentenced to life in Nevada State Correctional Facility."