I had been in the process of leaving the house for work with Greg following behind me after saying goodbye to our daughter, when my phone ran. Brass rang and told the both of us to come down to the police station as soon as possible, but he didn't specify as of why. I had a feeling it had to do with whomever was stalking Greg and threatening my life, so we drove as fast as legally allowed to the police station to find out what was going on. Brass was there to meet us, and he had the smug look smeared across his face, the one that he usually had when he nailed the right guy in a case. He lead us into his office where we could talk in private.

I took a seat quickly, as did Greg, whom immediately slipped his hand into mine. "Brass, what's going on?"

Brass rifled through some paperwork on his desk. "Do you know a Melissa Clark?"

Greg furrowed his brows, but then his face looked as if the light bulb had gone off in his head. "Yeah, We dated briefly, but I didn't feel like we clicked."

"Her prints and DNA were lifted from the envelopes and photos you gave to us." Brass told us.

Now I was even more confused. "How were you able to match them to this Melissa Clark?"

"She's a cop." Greg and Brass answered at the same time.

"Are you kidding me? What the hell is wrong with people these days?"

Greg squeezed my hand. "Brass, I want to file a restraining order against lieutenant Clark, effective immediately."

Brass nodded. "I don't blame you. And Siv, stop worrying I can see that motherly worry in your eyes. You, your husband and your daughter have nothing to fear."

I took a sigh at the news I was hearing from the older woman on the phone. Greg had gone into work early and I was called in to help out when it was my night off. I had originally told his mother that I didn't need her to baby-it Marilyn, so now I was stuck with no baby-sitter. I ran my hand through the hair that I cut off from having my daughter pull at it constantly. Greg didn't know yet, I cut it in the bathroom after he left and when Marilyn was sleeping. Now she was awake and wanted my attention, when I needed to head to lab. I rocked Marilyn and shushed her softly to calm her now, which she complied to and I was able to lull her back to sleep. I managed to get her into the car with me and into her car seat sound asleep. I was thankful of that, and began my trek to my place of work where the evidence and dead bodies awaited me.

It was rather unusual for me to show up at work, clock in with my daughter in her carrier and my hair now cropped shorter than I ever had it in my life. By the time I reached the break room Marilyn was waking up and I pulled her out of the carrier and held her to me, but she wanted to explore. I sighed as she fussed and wished her father were here to calm her.

"Is that my little girl?" I heard Greg ask and take his daughter from my arms. She was definitely daddy's little girl, because as soon as she was in Greg's arms she was content. I sighed.

Greg looked over me and did a double take. "Why did you cut off all your hair?"

I glared over at him. "Because your daughter likes to pull it."

He bent down and kissed my forehead. "I'm sorry you got pulled away from your night off."

"It's not you're fault. But I can't get your mom to watch her."

"It's alright, I think she'll be fine if we leave her with Archie. You remember Uncle Archie, don't you Mar?"

I smiled at him, Greg was so adorable with our child and I knew that things were going to work out. We had nothing to worry about this crazed woman stalking us, because it was over now. Watching Greg for those few minutes with our daughter, I knew that getting out of New York was the best thing for me. Who knows what would have happened had I not found Greg. For he was the best thing that ever happened to me. I had a good I loved, a husband who loved me and I had a family now.