Waking up in the late afternoon to watch my husband get out of bed and gather his things for work was torture. Greg smiled at me, and kissed my forehead while I still lay in bed. I was glad to be giving him his first child, but I missed my work so much. And ever since Sara took off, we have been short-staffed and in need of investigators. What made things worse was that Greg almost always worked double-shifts and was barely ever home when I wanted him there. It was tough, but with the connection we had I knew we could deal with it and we did. Greg was so serious about his work, even though he can say the most inappropriate comments at times. Being married to him, I've learned that is his mechanism to cope with the horrors we see everyday in the crimes we investigate. I had to admit I had to admire him for being an optimist, for I always saw the negative aspects of life. I was glad to have him bring me toward the glorious light.

I stretched my arms above my head and let out a yawn. I heard the bedroom door creak and Greg enter already having his kit and vest in hand. I smiled at him and sat up. He walked towards the bed, and leaned over to kiss my forehead and than my watermelon sized stomach. I felt a light kick, our daughter's way of alerting me that she was awake and healthy. Greg kissed me softly, a hand cupping my face; "You'll be back out there soon Siv. Don't get into too much trouble while I'm gone sweetheart."

I smirked at him. "Oh, I'll just have to throw a party then."

Greg shook his head. "I knew there was a reason I married you."

I hit him playfully. "Hey! Be nice to the girl you impregnated, she can castrate you."

He laughed and rushed out. I lay in bed for a few minutes longer before hearing Greg leave the driveway in his car. I got up and began what I called my daily chores. Being home gave me the time to clean up around the house, and sometimes I got a hold of my brother Aksel to speak with him for a little bit. It was nice to hear his voice, when I knew I didn't see him all that much. Sometimes I needed him to act as the father I no longer had, and he was pretty good at doing that.

I felt like something was different about today, and it wasn't just my husband being away from the house. By the time I realized what was going on, I already had Greg on the phone and was screaming obscenities into his ear. It didn't take him terribly long to figure out what was going on with me. Lucky for us, Grissom had been lenient on Greg skipping out on work on account of the fact that I was going into labor. Greg had frequently acted as the son Grissom never had, due to him being the youngest member on the team and because he could act extremely immature at inappropriate times. I believed that's what he was there for, to be the comic relief for us all in this job where death was all around us.

By the time Greg arrived, I was in a fitful state and it took all he had to be patient with me. I was just glad to be at the hospital when we finally did, because this baby Sanders was difficult enough. As much as I was currently in pain from my daughter wanting to be born, I just had that instinct that told me it would all be better when she was finally in my arms. That may have also been because Greg kept reassuring me that everything was going to be all right and that he was with me til the very end. He told me that soon we'd be that family that he always wanted, and I knew in that moment that he was going to take care of me for as long as I still had a breath of life inside me.

I have to admit I don't remember much of what came out of my mouth while I was laying in that hospital bed going through the most excruciating pain I had felt in my entire life. I do know that whatever I said to Greg, he knew it was in the heat of the moment and not my true feelings on the matter. I had been right, for when it was all over and I was holding that little bundle in my arms, it was the best feeling in the world. I was sore and hyped up on drugs, but none of that mattered because Greg and I finally had our little Marilyn with us. I looked up at my husband with a smile, and held out his daughter to him. I laid back exhausted and just watched Greg with his daughter. Just the way he held her so firmly, as to not break her or drop her, told me that he was going to overly protective of his little girl and with the job we had I honestly wouldn't blame him. It was a rough world out there to be raising children, but I felt confident that our child would be safe.

Greg smiled at me again. "You want another now?"

I glared at him. "Don't even say that."

He laughed. "I was just kidding. Siv, she looks just like you and I think she's gonna be a little blondie."

I shook my head at him. "Whatever you say baby."

A nurse came in, to take our baby into her room to be kept on observation for the night. Greg didn't want to leave but, I bid him farewell, at least I think I did. He leaned down and kissed my temple. "I'm going back to the lab, I'll tell everyone the good news and I'll be back when my shifts over."

I nodded. "Okay honey, I'll see you later then. Oh, call Papa Olaf, he'll want to know about his great-granddaughter."

After a hellish night in the hospital I was glad to see my exhausted, sleep deprived husband arrive with my clothes in the bag slung over his shoulder and our daughter in her carrier. Thankfully she was asleep, which meant I could get some sleep. I dressed as quickly as possible and sat in the back seat of the car to look over my baby, so that she would be okay the entire way home. I did this despite her safely buckled into her car seat. Greg was just as protective as I was, so he didn't think it was weird. When I had went upstairs to put Marilyn in her crib, he had gotten the mail and I hadn't even thought about what could have been in it. I was much too preoccupied with my baby girl's well being.

I heard the rush of footsteps on the stairs and Greg swung open the nursery door. I glared at the door, for the sound had awoken Marilyn who had begun to cry. I pick her up and rocked her gently to lure her back to sleep, but whatever was wrong with Greg bothered her. I shushed him, but my eyes darted to the envelope in his hands and I knew my secrets had gone on to far.

"Siv…"

"Shush! Greg, calm down, you're frightening Marilyn." I snapped and then my attention went to the baby in my arms. "Shush Marilyn baby, Daddy's just a little upset about something, don't worry." I rocked her further and was able to get her back into a restful state, though I knew she would wake repeatedly through the night.

I walked out of the nursery with Greg followed behind me. I shut the door quietly and followed him down the stairs and to the dinning room. I pulled a chair from out of the table, and sat in it from exhaustion. "Greg, what's wrong?"

He pulled the contents of the envelope out, and laid out the photos in front of me. All were of Greg and I together, coming home from work, on dates, walking out the lab and even one this morning with Marilyn in tow. These letters were worse then I had thought, and some of those pictures were before we started seeing each other. It was too weird.

"Okay, I've been getting letters telling me to stay away from you. I figured it was an angry girlfriend, and I only got two so I forgot about it. But what can we do about this?"

A dark shadowed past over his face. "We've going to tell Brass and find out who is doing this, no one is ever going to harm my wife or child."