I tapped my pencil on the desk, and let a sigh escape my mouth. An unfinished report sat in front of me opened in a manila folder. A pain shot through my abdomen, but I smiled and my hand rubbed the spot to calm the child growing within. I was sentenced to lab work and desk duty until my maternity leave began, and I was finding it increasingly boring. I set my pencil down and stretched my arms out, to relieve the tension in my muscles. Tonight Greg was out in the field investigating without me, and I missed being out there as well as being alongside my husband. Another kick alerted me that I needed to eat, so I moved out of my chair and started to make my way to the break room. I opened the refrigerator and took out the sandwich I had brought from home and proceeded to eat it.

I dropped my body weight onto the couch just as Grissom walked in. I watched him open the refrigerator and pulled out a container that I wasn't about to guess the contents. Knowing Grissom it was another one of his experiments. I shook my head at him and went back to my lunch.

"Are you bored yet?" He asked me.

I sighed. "Of course, I want to get back to the field, but I know with the little one I can't. I swear, I'm going to kill Greg."

"What did I do now?" My husband's voice sounded from the doorway.

"Impregnated me." I explained with a slight glare.

Grissom shook his head at us, and walked out of the room. Greg crossed the room and sat beside me on couch. He placed his hand on my stomach, and a grin spread across his face at his baby kicking harder in that spot. I tried to glare, but it didn't work, because I thought it meant our baby knew their father. "She knows who you are Greg."

He smiled and kissed my cheek. "So have we decided yet?"

I took a bite of my sandwich and nodded. "Yes, as much as you think it's a homage to Manson, it's not, I just like Marilyn for my little girl."

"You're already a protective mother."

I laughed, "yeah, who would ever figure me for that."

Greg laughed. "I did."

I finished up my lunch, and Greg helped me get up from my position on the couch. We headed into the evaluation room to start going over a theory for this case we were working on. The evidence was leading us to the victim's abusive boyfriend, but there was something about this male nurse that irked me. Finding his DNA at the crime scene allowed us to search his locker at work, which was where Greg had just come back from.

"So I think he did it." Greg told me.

"I know, the blood evidence is leading to him, but there's still no body and we have no way of knowing where it is until we question him. We can't charge him if there is no body or a live victim."

Greg nodded. "I'll bring him in for questioning."

"Can I do it? Come on Greg, you know I'm dying to get into the action."

He sighed. "I know sweetheart. How about we catch this guy together?"

"I can do that, now go talk to Brass I'll start writing the report for our next hypothesis."

A few days later Greg and I watched Brass and his boys take John the male nurse into custody as well as his female accomplice. I shook my head at our end results; I had not expected the outcome of this case. Greg was just as confused as I was.

"What possesses someone to fake their own death?" He asked when he was driving us back home.

I shrugged. "Unhappiness or not satisfied with their life, or in her case running away from the man that hurt her most."

"Siv, you'd tell me if you were unhappy, right?"

"Of course Greg, I tell you everything."

That seemed to relieve him. "Good, because I don't think I could bear losing someone as amazing as you are."