Well, this chapter was longer but I've broken it up into two parts. Hopefully the fifth part will be ready by the time that I'm ready to post part four. The next part will explain a few things about Greg's past. I'll post it in a couple days.

My mom is better and should be getting out of the hospital tomorrow. Turned out she had pancreatitis due to 2 gallstones (even thought she does not a gall bladder) caught in the bile duct blocking the opening to the Pancreas. She had the 2 stones removed this morning.

This part was written by Sandersgirl. I just made some corrections and changes.

Childhood Demons - Part 3

John Bender lived in a modest little house, "modest" being the understatement of the year. Apparently things didn't go very well for him after being fired. He had been accused of stealing from the company's funds and, although they couldn't prove it, it wasn't easy to find a job with that history.

When they got out of Grissom's Tahoe Greg noticed Brass standing in front of the house, order in hand. He smiled at them as they approached.

"You got a search warrant already?" Grissom asked, indicating the paper in the Captain's hand.

Brass nodded. "Yeah, apparently Mr. Sparks had some very important friends. It was easy."

He turned to Greg, who was standing directly behind his boss.

"Hi Greg, nice to see you again. Are you ready for your first interrogation?"

Greg nodded and grinned.

"I think so."

"Ok. Let's go then."

Brass walked to the main door, followed by the CSIs. He knocked.
A tall, thin, man opened the door. He was in his mid forties with brown hair graying around the temples. He wore khaki pants and a light blue shirt. Like his house, his clothes were modest but tidy. You could see that the guy was a perfectionist.

He smiled, but Grissom could sense that he didn't like visitors.

"Good morning. Can I help you?"

"Yes you can" Brass said, flashing him his ID. "I'm Captain Brass, and this is Gil Grissom and Greg Sanders from the Crime Lab."

Greg noticed that Bender's face tensed, but he kept smiling politely.

"I suppose you want to ask me about Scott Sparks?"

"Yes, and we have an order to search your house if necessary."

They were silent for a moment.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to be rude." John Bender said. "Come in, please".

Brass entered, followed by Grissom and Greg. Bender looked at them, analyzing them.

"I don't like this guy at all", Greg thought as John Bender closed the door behind them.

Grissom had been right. Bender was indeed a perfectionist. Nothing in that house was out of place. It reminded him his own home.

They sat in his living room. Grissom, Brass and Greg sat together on the couch, and Bender sat in a chair in front of them. That way he had control over the situation.

Brass was the first one to speak.

"When was the last time you saw Scott Sparks?"

"A couple of months ago. The company had a big banquet in one of those expensive restaurants. I don't remember which one though. I had tried to talk to him before, telling him that I didn't steal from those funds, but he never wanted to listen so I went there and..."

"And you threatened him," Brass said.

"No, no, no, it didn't happen that way."

"There are witnesses that saw you threatening him"

"He didn't want to listen to me... he ignored me in front of all those people and I got mad, but I wasn't serious."

Grissom looked at him with curiosity. When he first saw him his impression of John Bender was that he was quiet. Now he looked as if he was losing his temper and he was trying very hard to control himself.

"Sure", Brass said.

Bender was about to reply when Grissom calmly said.

"We need to take a DNA sample Mr. Bender, and we need to search the house. Are you ok with that?"

Bender nodded.

"Greg, take a DNA sample from Mr. Bender while I inspect the house."

"Ok."

Brass and Grissom left Greg alone with Mr. Bender. That made Greg nervous, being alone with a murder suspect wasn't what he wanted to do at that moment.

"But the house isn't very big", he thought, "If I shout they'll hear me. God, stop being so paranoid."

"Excuse me, are you ok?"

John Bender was looking at him as if he had a third eye on his forehead.

"What? Oh, yeah, sorry", he answered, blushing.

He opened his field kit and put on a pair of gloves. Then he took a swab.

"Sir, can you open your mouth, please?"

Bender did as he was asked and Greg took the swab with shaky hands.

"Is this your first time?"

He didn't answer. He put the swab into the field kit and his gloves in a plastic bag, as Grissom had taught him.

"You believe me, don't you? You know I didn't do it."

Greg looked up at Bender. He didn't know what to say, and that didn't happen very often.

"It doesn't matter what I think, just what the evidence says", he replied. He gathered his thing and went to find Grissom and Brass.