I let out a sigh and proceeded to bang my head on the glass table of the break room. This case was too much, as was my life becoming to be as well. A young woman was found in the icebox of a sleazy motel, no blood was found in the wound but a lot of water was in the lungs, drowning. I was skeptical and was still leaning towards strangulation due to the ligature marks on her neck. She was near the bottom of the icebox, so I was thinking she drowned post-mortem even if Doc. Robbins medically said it was death by drowning. That's what was frustrating me, because maybe she really did drown but there was an attempted strangulation. I fought with Warrick tooth and nail about it.

"You're gonna break the table you know." Catharine's voice pulled me out of my self-abuse.

I snorted. "It wouldn't really matter to me."

She laughed and sat next to me, sliding a steaming cup of coffee my way. "So I hear you and Warrick aren't seeing eye to eye."

I nodded and took a sip of the coffee; it was Greg's brew, thank god because what the lab provided sucked. "I just think we should look at all the possible ways of her death, but he doesn't think it matters that much, we know she drowned. But Catharine, the marks on her neck suggest that she was meant to be killed and if the murderer was unsuccessful in strangling her than maybe shoving her in the ice box and pouring ice on top was plan B. Plus, there's no blood, and fingerprints on the box are smudged partials and we probably won't come up with anything."

"That's not it, is it?"

I sighed yet again. "How do you do it Cath? Raise your daughter and have such a demanding job?"

She shrugged. "I miss out on a lot with Lindsay, but I try my best to do everything I can. You just have to find a balance. Is everything alright with you and Greg?"

I nodded. "Of course, Greg is such an amazing guy. He's really protective of Marilyn too, it's cute."

Catharine smiled at me. "I knew you'd make him happy."

"Listen, I think I'm gonna head out. I have no idea where my husband is, but I have to go home so his mother doesn't have a long drive home. I think his family is considering moving closer, so they're not so far away."

"Hey Siv, you're going to be fine, all three of you will be."

I smiled at her and departed to the locker room where I found Greg preparing to leave. I pulled my hair out of its ponytail and put my work stuff into my locker before he noticed. "Hey are you alright?"

I nodded. "I just wanna go home."

Greg smiled. "Me too."

Upon arriving back to our house, Greg practically bolted inside to see his little girl as I had driven home. I smirked at him, but took my time getting out of the car and inside. I bid my farewell to my mother-in-law, who gave me a tight, hug and kiss on the cheek and then went on her long drive home. I could hear Greg in the nursery singing some song to our daughter, in hopes to put her to sleep, while I sifted through the mail. My breath hitched at the sight of a familiar unmarked letter, and not thinking of it as evidence I opened it to reveal at least five pictures of Greg and I, and they were much different than the last letter. These pictures were of us having sex, and now it had gotten too personal. Greg was right to worry, when someone was obviously stalking us and telling me to stay away from him. What kind of person stalks another and takes pictures of them having sex with their wife? Better yet, how the hell did they get pictures like this?

"Siv, what's wrong?" Greg's voice behind me asked.

I handed him the slip of paper I had just found in the letter, but didn't show him the photos yet. He read it aloud. "Stay away from him bitch, or you'll be sorry."

"They took photos of us…"

"Again?"

"It's worse this time." I told him and handed him the stack.

Greg looked appalled that someone would go to such lengths to stalk us, in hopes to break our marriage. Neither of us could think of anyone that would do this, and it frustrated the hell out of us. Greg was pissed and I think he was thinking firstly of Marilyn and it would kill him if something happened to our baby; he was already so overtly protective of her.

"Siv, I'm taking this to the lab."

"No you're not, they don't need to know about our married life."

"Look, I'll hand it over to Grissom and Brass, I'll even print it myself if need be, but no one is ever going to hurt you or our baby. I love you so much Siv, I couldn't bare to lose you."

As pissed as I was about his decision, even if I said no, I knew he'd do it anyway. I really didn't want anyone at the lab being able to see my private life on display, but this was obviously not something either of us could help. Besides Greg was so adamant to resolve this and the way he told me how much he loved me and wanted to protect myself and Marilyn made me melt. Sometimes I think Greg Sanders was far too good to me by husband. "Okay, you're right. And I love you too, you know that right?"

A smiled crossed his face and he pulled me in a slow and sensuous kiss. "Of course, sweetheart."