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I'm going to skip over the case, hope you guys don't mind! (sorry it sucks)

Red Wine Moments: Chapter Seven

They drove down a leafy neat suburb, with neat houses and neat looking drive ways. The only thing that seemed out of place on the street were the police cars and crime scene tape. Sara and Greg made their way towards the house waiting for someone to fill them in on what had happened.

"We have a male DOA, 43, looks like he was beaten to death." Brass walked them to the door.

As they stepped inside the house, they kept walking down the hall till they reached the room where the body was. It was laid in the centre of a room which appeared to be a gym. David come in, he gave Sara and Greg each a nervous smile.

"Looks like blunt force trauma, but we'll know more after the autopsy."

After the body was removed they both began surveying the room properly.

"We got medium velocity spatter over here." Sara called Greg over. He crouched down next to her taking a look at the wall. Their eyes followed the same direction towards darkness; there was something in the shadows.

They turned to each other, and after a few seconds Greg stood up, moving towards the object. He reached into the darkness, and turned to face Sara, a blood covered baseball bat in his hand.

"I think we have our murder weapon."

After they had bagged and tagged everything, they started packing everything to go back to the lab. As they stepped outside of the house, Brass approached them.

"The wife and the son were out; they've only just got back." He told them. Sara nodded at Greg, and they both approached the woman and the young boy.

"Hi, I'm Sara Sidle, and this is Greg Sanders, we're from the Las Vegas Crime Lab." Sara introduced herself and Greg. "Were have you and you son been, if I may ask?"

"We.." the distraught woman took a deep breath. "We were shopping...we didn't think we'd been that long..."

"I know this is hard for you, we're doing our best, and we're going to find who did this to your husband." Greg assured them.

The woman nodded, looking down at her son, she placed her hand on his shoulder. It was then that Sara noticed the blood under the woman's nails.

"Would you be able to come down to the lab, with us?" Sara asked, she glanced at Greg quickly hoping he'd noticed the same thing that she had.

"Yes, sure..."

xxx

Sara, finger printed the wife and the son, and headed over to find Greg. Who happened to be looking for Sara.

They began comparing the prints from the baseball bat to the three prints they had; the victim, the wife and the son.

"We have three sets if prints on here...the son, the wife and the vic." Greg said, turning to face Sara.

"There was no forced entry, the weapon was from the house, and they hid it in the house. Had the neighbour's kid not climbed over the fence to get his ball back...we wouldn't have known that our vic was dead...it was the wife..."

"...or the son..." Greg finished off Sara's sentence.

They looked back at the baseball bat.

"The wife's prints are smudged, the vics are barely there."

"So it was the son?" Greg asked, quietly.

xxx

The boy sat at the table, staring at the floor.

"I want to talk to him..." Greg told Sara and Brass. They both glanced at each other and nodded.

Greg made his way through the door awkwardly sitting himself opposite the boy.

"What happened?" he asked, bluntly not knowing where to start. The boy looked up at him; his eyes were rimmed with tears and his hands shaking.

"I...killed my dad..." the boy's voice was shaking. Greg nodded; he pushed a glass of water towards the boy.

"He was making me work out...he wanted me to join the football team...I'm not good at sport...I didn't want to...but he kept...going on...and on at me...sometimes it's...easier to go along with them than it is to fight them..."

"I know how that feels." Greg nodded, glancing at the floor, sadness filling his voice and glossing over his eyes.

"I couldn't take it anymore...I wasn't good enough for him...and I...I snapped..."

"You are good enough, no matter what they say..." Greg started talking, but it was as if the voice wasn't his own, it belonged to someone else. "...your father...he didn't understand, how hard it was for you...because he was caught up in who he wanted you to be...forgetting what actually mattered which is what you wanted...you don't need to do anything to be good enough for other people...you just have to be yourself."

Sara watched behind the glass as Greg spoke a lump built up in her throat and something twigged inside of here as she listened to him speak.

Greg stepped outside of the interrogation room, watching his feet, he suddenly felt exhausted.

Sara pulled him into her arms; Greg closed his eyes and took in her scent embracing the warmth of her body.

And for a moment it felt as if there was no one else there but the two of them.