Title: Family Ties

Author: Kristin

Disclaimer: I am in no way affiliated with CSI. I'm just borrowing them for a little while.

Rating: R for violence & strong language

Spoilers: Takes place after season 3. Nothing real specific, except Eddie's death & if you don't know he's dead by now you must be living under a rock ;-)

Summary: A case hits close to home for Grissom.

Author's Note: As far as I know, Grissom doesn't have a sister, but I'm giving him one because I feel like it, lol.

AN: 10/28/09 – Long time no see! I bet you all probably thought this story long abandoned, but it was just neglected for a really long time. I promised myself a long time ago, that even if takes my whole life to complete a story I will never abandon it completely. Luckily, it hasn't taken quite that long. The new chapter is currently with my beta & will hopefully be ready to post in a day or two. In the mean time, I've gone through & re-edited the first 11 chapters. Mostly I fixed some typos & grammar mistakes, though I did change a few things here & there, usually because I thought something sounded better or something along those lines, but nothing that would majorly change plot.

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He hid in the bushes across the street, waiting for her to leave. He had overheard her talking the other day about an early meeting, so he knew that today was the perfect day. As the front door opened, he caught a glimpse of his angel. She was perfect in every way, and she would be his. He was going to make sure of that this morning. Once he was done, there would be nothing left standing in his way.

He watched her walk down the street and as soon as she turned the corner, he crept from his hiding place. Moving stealthily, he crossed the street and eased open the back door of the car parked in the driveway. Squishing down behind the driver's seat, he waited.

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"Philip! You're going to be late to work if you don't hurry up," Judith called up the stairs to her husband.

"I'm coming. I'm coming," Philip called back, hurrying down the stairs. Passing by his wife, he gave her a kiss on the cheek and grabbed the briefcase from her hand.

"Have a good day!" He heard his wife yell after him as he walked out the door. Glancing down at his watch, he cursed when he saw what time it was. Opening the car door, he threw his briefcase onto the passenger seat and slid behind the wheel. As he looked in the rearview mirror, he saw a head rise up behind him. Before he could even say anything, he felt a sharp pain across his throat. He reached up and was shocked when his hand came back covered in blood. 'Why?' he thought before he blacked out.

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Exiting the car as quietly as he had entered, he wiped the knife off on his sweatshirt. He wanted it to be clean when he got to the woman inside. He entered the house through the front door, no longer worried about stealth. "Did you forget something, dear?" he heard a woman's voice call from the kitchen. He didn't answer as he made his way towards her. Entering the room, he saw her standing at the sink, her back to him, doing the dishes. She turned around when she heard him enter the room. "Phil… who are you?" she asked. He enjoyed the tinge of fear he could hear in his voice. He didn't answer, just continued to get closer.

Sensing something was wrong, Judith began to back away. She didn't know who this boy was, but there was something very wrong with him. She could see it in his eyes. Looking down, she noticed a stain on the bottom of his shirt that she knew had to be blood. 'Oh, God, Philip!' she thought. She turned and tried to sprint from the room. However, the boy's reflexes were too quick. He grabbed her arm and threw her against the wall. Her head hit the wall with a resounding thud and she saw stars. As he raised the knife and prepared to slit her throat, her last thought was 'Thank God Lacey had to leave early this morning.'

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Brass reread the paperwork on the double homicide that he had just been handed. He didn't want to believe what he was seeing. Making his way to the break room, he was almost relieved to see that Grissom wasn't there. Instead, Catherine, Nick, and Sara sat around the table, relaxing, waiting for the hour to be up so they could go home. Nick was the first one to spot him standing in the doorway. "Oh, man," he said. "Shift's almost over. Don't tell me we have another case."

"Afraid so," Brass replied. "Looks like you guys will be pulling a double. Is Grissom around?"

"He and Warrick are still out on their case," Catherine answered.

Brass nodded and said, "Nick, Sara, go grab your stuff and meet me in the lot. We've got a double homicide." They stood up and left, both sensing that there was something else going on, but knowing they'd find out at some point.

"What's going on Brass?" Catherine asked, not liking the look on his face.

Looking at her sadly he said, "It's Phil and Judy."

Catherine gasped. She didn't know what she had been expecting, but this wasn't it. "Lacey?" she asked.

Brass shook his head. "As far as I know, she wasn't in the house."

Catherine nodded. "I'll go find Grissom." Before Brass could reply, she had left the room.

Hurrying to catch up with her, he said, "He can't work this case."

Not slowing down, Catherine turned to glare at him, "I know that and so will he."

"Yeah, well, that hasn't exactly stopped you guys before," Brass replied dryly.

As they exited the building, Catherine finally stopped and looked at him. "Don't worry. I'll make sure he doesn't work the case. But I'm taking lead on this one." Brass nodded. He already knew she would. "I'll meet you at the scene as soon as I pick him up." Not waiting to hear his reply, she hurried to her car and drove off.