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I want to thank Sandersgirl for all her work on this fic. She's done the majority of the work here. I hope you like this part.
My mom is in the hospital. Hopefully I'll be able to work on the fic some this weekend but who knows. I'd appreciate your prayers.
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CHILDHOOD DEMONS – Part 2
It had been three hours since Greg had set foot at his first murder scene. They had decided that the Sparks' son Andrew has been in the house in bed when his parents were killed. There were signs of a struggle in the boys bedroom. Neighbors had heard gunshots coming from the Sparks' home around 10:45 PM. They looked out their family room window to see two men running from the house, dragging someone along with them. They then called the police.
While Brass was questioning the neighbors, Grissom and Greg were inspecting Andrew's bedroom.
There weren't any signs of blood in the room and Greg was grateful for that. He didn't want to puke again, especially in front of his boss.
The senior CSI was working on the kid's bed, taking pictures. Greg was looking for anything that was out of place in the boy's room.
Grissom took a picture of the pillow and looked at Greg.
"Greg, what do you think?"
The younger man seemed to be deep in his thoughts and didn't hear the question.
"Greg?"
At the mention of his name Sanders looked up.
"Huh?"
"What do you think? You have a theory?"
Greg smiled a little. This was an opportunity to show off, it was what he wanted, but not today.
He thought for a moment and then walked to the room's door.
"We know there were two guys, that's what the neighbors say, I think they forced open the back door and went straight to the family room. They knew the Sparks were there, they probably saw them through the window."
Greg walked into the hallway and faced the family room door.
"They walked into the room and shot them. It was too fast, they didn't have time to react. They were going to leave but then... then the boy appeared, he was here. He... he had been awake too, in his bedroom. He probably was in his bed, lights off, reading some comics under the covers, using a flashlight..."
It wasn't about Andrew Spark anymore.
"He didn't hear the intruders come in but... he heard the shots. He knew they were shots, he has heard them before in movies ... lots of times. He was afraid but he decided to see what was happening. He stopped here when... when he saw the blood...he could smell it... it was everywhere..."
But Greg wasn't looking at the blood on the walls, his eyes were looking at something that wasn't there.
"Greg. Greg?"
Grissom put his hand on Greg's shoulder, startling him. He blinked a few times, as if he had been dreaming, before looking at his boss with a confused look.
"What?"
"I think you should go back to the lab, okay?"
Greg nodded absently and left the house in a daze. Grissom watched him go thinking that maybe they should talk.
Grissom found Greg in the DNA lab analyzing samples collected at the Sparks' home. Greg had acted strangely at the crime scene. The scenario that he had come up with was just a bit too detailed and personal. It made Grissom wonder. He debated whether he should wait until the end of shift to ask Greg about it or do it now.
"The sooner the better" he thought as he entered the lab's doorway.
"Greg. Do you have a minute?"
"Yeah, sure Grissom." Greg replied cheerily, but the smile didn't reach his eyes. "Whatcha need?"
"To talk about what happened at the crime scene earlier. You seemed a bit out of it. Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I'm good. Just tired I guess."
"Well if you need anything I'm here." Grissom replied. He didn't want to push Greg to talk so he just let him know that he was available if needed.
Greg sat in the break room staring at the brewing coffee dripping into the pot. He was scared, scared that Grissom would find out his secret. The last thing he wanted was for the people he worked with to know about his painful past. He worked so hard to repress the memories, to pretend that he was just like everyone else. But he wasn't like everyone else. He had a secret that if the others knew they would treat him differently. He had to get his act together. He couldn't let the Sparks' deaths and the abduction of their son get to him. He really wanted to be a CSI, to be able to look the bad guys in the eye and say "you're busted". If he was ever going to be one he'd have to be able to put his past behind him.
Grissom sat in his office thinking about the Sparks case. They didn't have much to work with just some blood, that probably belonged to the couple, and a hair. Just that, a short brown hair found on Andrew's bed.
That poor boy was God knows where, scared, probably hurt or worse and all he could do was think while he waited for results. He felt useless. He hated feeling useless.
The door was open, but Catherine knocked anyway.
Grissom looked up.
"I've been in the autopsy room. Robbins needs to talk to you about your vics..."
Let's hope he has something good, he thought. Then he left the room so quickly that Catherine didn't have time to finish the sentence.
"You're welcome", she said
Robbins was working on Mrs. Sparks' corpse, suturing her chest. Behind them
Mr. Sparks lay lifeless on another table.
"Nothing I'm afraid", Robbins replied. "Just the cause of death, but that
was easy. Both victims died from a single gunshot to the head. The bullet entered the back of the skull and exited the forehead."
Grissom sighed. It wasn't bad news, but wasn't good either.
"Anything about the kid?" the coroner asked.
"Nothing at all… unfortunately. Thanks Al."
Grissom walked into the DNA lab where Greg was analyzing some samples. He
stopped in the doorway and observed the young tech working. He looked the same but something about him had changed after visiting the Sparks' home.
"Anything on the hair?"
Sanders left what he was doing and looked up at his boss.
"Yeah, I found plenty of epithelial's and got DNA from them. Now I need
something to compare it to."
"Good".
Grissom was leaving the lab, but Greg stopped him. His face was serious, Gil had never seen him so serious.
"Grissom? Would you keep me updated? On the Sparks case, I mean."
Grissom stared at him for a minute before replying.
"Sure."
"Thanks."
Gil left the lab thinking about Greg. This case was really getting to him. If the tech wanted to be a CSI he needed to learn to keep his feelings out of it.
His thoughts were interrupted by a beeping sound. Grissom flipped open his cell phone and answered it. "Grissom."
"We have a suspect" It was Brass. "Mr. Sparks was the owner of an airline.
When the company was just starting out he had a partner, John Bender, they built
it together. When they started making money Mr. Sparks fired him. He accused
Bender of stealing money from the company's funds. Bender denied it. There are
also some witnesses that saw Bender threatening Mr. Sparks on a couple of occasions."
"Does he have an alibi for last night?" Grissom asked.
"I don't know. I'm going to pay him a little visit, you coming?"
"See you in five minutes."
Grissom closed his phone and smiled. He stuck his head into the DNA lab doorway.
"Hey Greg, do you have anything pressing going on?"
"No boss, just waiting for some results. It'll be three or four hours before their ready."
"Good. Then grab your field kit. We have a suspect to visit."