Childhood Demons

Authors:  Sandersgirl and ScifiSand.

Disclaimer:  We do not own CSI. They belong to CBS and Alliance-Atlantis Productions.   

Summary:  A murder/kidnapping case brings up some old memories for Greg.

Rating:  PG-13 to be on the safe side. 

Category:  Greg Angst. 

Greg Sanders was nervous.  He'd only worked in the field a half dozen times.  His boss Gil Grissom had been going fairly easy on him.  So far most of his assignments had been robberies.  Grissom had been easing him into the more grisly crime scenes. 

Today was his first homicide and boy was it a doozy.  Scott and Sharon Sparks had been brutally murdered, their ten year old son Andrew was missing.  Grissom had assigned Greg to help him on the case.

 Greg walked into the Sparks' family room.  The television set was still on in the corner.  Jay Leno was chatting away with Mel Gibson, both of them unaware that they were covered in the couples spattered blood.  The Sparks were sitting on the couch as if they were watching T.V., eyes open but unseeing.  The smell of fresh blood was strong in this room.  Greg's stomach churned. 

"I'm going to hurl!"  Greg thought to himself.  He ran for the front door.  He threw open the door, ran down the steps and vomited.... right on a pair of nice black shoes. 

"Whoops, Sorry." He said as he looked up, right into the eyes of Lieutenant Brass. 

"CRAP !" He said aloud. 

"That's okay Greg.  First murder scene can be tough." Brass replied.  "I understand, just don't ever do that again."

"Do my best." Greg cringed in reply. 

Brass and Greg were outside the house when Grissom came out. Brass was cleaning his shoes with a disgusted look in his face and Greg was looking at him, guilty.

"There's no trace of the boy in the house " Grissom said.

Brass finished cleaning his shoes and stood up. "What do you think? They took the boy with them?"  He asked.

"I don't know... Maybe. Greg, are you ok?"

Greg, who had been listening to their conversation, suddenly paled.

"What? Yeah, I-I'm fine."

"He isn't used to blood " Brass joked, before walking into the house again.

Grissom looked at Greg. "You don't have to go inside again if you don't want to. It's your fist homicide and it's gorier than most CSI's first homicides ."

"I'm fine " he replied smiling weakly.

Grissom looked at him suspiciously before walking into the house, Greg inhaled deeply and followed him.