I walked the grid in the bedroom shortly after the coroner had taken the body from the room. Greg was busy dusting any surfaces for prints, while I followed the blood spatter that had collected from the bed to the doorway. Warrick was busy investigating the compartments of the bedside table, and the clink of metal brought my attention to what he was doing. I shot at look at Greg who was only smirking at the metal handcuffs that Warrick was dangling from his fingers. I shook my head, and turned my attention back to surveying the floor for any other evidence besides the blood. Greg however wasn't done making any comments.

"Hey Warrick, I think you found her naughty drawer."

Warrick laughed, but packaged the item as evidence anyway, though I didn't think it was linked to this crime. I bent down into a pool of blood and spotted a hint of a color other than red inside the pool. With my tweezers I picked up an orange fiber, possibly from an article of clothing. I bagged the evidence, and went over my notes about the body to make certain I was thinking correctly. The victim wasn't wearing any orange clothing, so the fiber had to be from either the murderer or something in the house. Though, I found nothing in my notes about an article of orange colored clothing, and I was certain I hadn't seen anything.

I stood up and looked over at Greg who was still speaking with Warrick, not particularly about the case. "Sanders, why don't you get to work?"

He smirked at me, and I knew it was a bad idea to taunt him. "Hey Siv, why don't you have a pair of handcuffs?"

I sighed, as I began photographing the spatter, walking out into the hallway, as I got further along in the frames. I called out to him into the room, "Because Greg, I'm married to you!"

I could hear Warrick laugh at him, and then I knew that the boys had gotten back to work. The victim had been a young woman in her twenties who lived alone and there were no signs of a boyfriend. Even so, she had been lying on the bed when the call came in, stabbed in the chest and possibly strangled. Her neighbor had called it in, when she noticed that the vic hadn't been in work for the past two days. Brass had her in custody at the moment, while the three of us began our investigation. I already had a hunch about her fate, she knew the attacker and even though there was no signs of a boyfriend, that didn't mean there wasn't one. A hidden relationship was better for motive, and I was pretty certain an affair or deception was involved in this case. It was pretty standard.

Once we were back at the lab, I sent the boys to drop off our evidence, as I was feeling extremely fatigued. Greg returned to the evaluation room, while Warrick did not. Greg told me that he had stopped by the break room to get a cup of coffee and talk to Nick. I began to look over my notes with Greg looking over my shoulder, and I let out a sigh. I felt his hands on my shoulder, and I turned to look up at him, bearing a concerned face.

"I'm fine Gregory." I told him.

He sat beside me, placing his hands on my stomach. "Baby, you know I just worry about you."

"I know, I think we better tell everyone now."

Grissom's voice from the doorway interrupted us. "Tell everyone what?"

Greg took my hand and led me out of the room. Confused Grissom followed us and we were glad that the whole graveyard shift of investigators was in the break room. Greg squeezed my hand and then cleared his throat. "Siv and I would like you all to know, as our colleagues, that we are adding an addition onto our family."

"You're pregnant? I didn't even notice." Nick replied.

I laughed. "Yeah, four months, some investigator you are Nicky."