Hi! my first CSI story, hope you like. Mild flames are welcome, but not any telling me this sucks! If it sucks, then don't review; I'll get the hint from that. Right well this story is mainly based around Greg, but we also follow a few of the CSI team and their thoughts.

Greg rolled his chair back to the bench behind him and leaned over to the printer. He picked up the drying paper and glanced over the results, frowning slightly. Wheeling back to the files on the lower bench he flicked through them and found what he was looking for.

"Poisoning victim." He read to himself. "Baby drank plant weeding concoction." He shook his head as he read back over his results.

"Greg, you done with the sample I sent over?" Greg turned slightly to face Nick who was leaning into his laboratory.

"Yes. You said the kid had drank a weed killer concoction of rhubarb leaves made by the father." Nick nodded. "Well by plant biology is a bit rusty, it's been some years since I had to remember what chemicals are needed…"

"Greg!" Nick cut him off. "What were the results?"

"Well like I was going to say. I don't think high levels of Robinia pseudoacacia Black Locust." (Sorry I am just starting my chemistry AS levels so not too sure if the plant is harmful to other plants.) Greg handed over the sheet of results.

"Wait. Autopsy showed it was a liquid, not a solid because it was in the lining of the gullet." Nick frowned, staring at the sheet in his hand and trying to figure out how that was possible.

"Did the father have a blender back at the house?" Greg asked.

"Yeah I think I recall one being in the kitchen…He could have made it up. Greg, do you know what the plant looks like?" Nick looked up to see Greg on the computer, uploading some data on plants.

"Robinia Pseudoaccia." He read. "Lethal if medical attention is not sought. Vital organs shut down starting with the kidneys and ending in a joint concession with the lungs and heart." He read. "There's your picture. Not that common in house plants." He stated, sending the picture to the print.

Nick stepped into the lab and picked up the picture. "Thanks Greg." He muttered into the paper as he turned and walked back to the corridor and walked off to find Catherine.

"You're welcome!" Greg called to the retreating form, before going back to his microscope and researching into the crystal substance beneath his eye. " No real thanks for a hard days work." He said shaking his head.

A police car pulled up into a parking space near the front of the Crime Lab. Jim Brass opened the drivers side door and stepped out into the cooling air. He took a shaky breath, still running through how to explain what had happened.

He closed the door and locked it before heading in through the glass sliding doors. His footsteps echoed through the empty reception as he headed to the main elevator. He nodded slightly to the receptionist before stepping in and faced the metal sliding doors.

Waiting a few moments, the door opened back up to revel a long, lit corridor with glass walling, giving a clear sight into the laboratories. Brass stepped out and past the first of the glass walling, noticing that Grissom's office door was still open. He sighed inwardly. He had hoped that he wouldn't have to pass this way.

He passed more labs on his right and the CSI break room to his left. He noticed that Catherine, Sara, Warrick and Nick were all sitting laughing. Nick raised his head and spotted the detective, raising his hand slightly to wave and hesitated at Brass' expression. He immediately knew something was wrong. Brass was always serious in his work, but his expression today was more mixed than usual. He looked across between nervous and sorrowing.

Catherine watched Nick as his own face dropped. She turned to see Brass disappear towards Grissom's door. He faltered part way to the door and glanced into Greg's lab before he stepped into Grissom's office, closing the door behind him.

"What's that all about?" Catherine asked Nick.

"He looks nervous." Nick commented.

"Who does?" Sara asked, glancing down the corridor to where Nick and Catherine were staring.

"Brass. He looks more moody than usual." Nick said, still staring at Grissom's door.

"Wonder what's up?" Warrick added.

"I think we'll find out soon. Look, they're coming out." Sara pointed out as the door opened up and a grim Grissom stepped out, looking slightly to his right and through the glass wall. He nodded and then moved towards that wall and stepped into the lab.

The group stood and watched as Grissom spoke to the lab tech.

"Greg could we borrow you downstairs for a bit?" Grissom asked, poking his head into the lab tech's room.

"Sure. What do you need doing?" Greg said stepping up to get his kit together.

"No. You don't need anything. There's someone down there for you… its serious." He added, not daring to meet Greg's eyes.

"Sure." Greg nodded, frowning at the fact that the older man had refused to meet his gaze. He walked towards the door and followed them down the corridor and past the break room.

Catherine, Sara, Nick and Warrick were all standing watching the three of them move past them and towards the elevator. As the door closed behind the men Catherine moved to the door.

"Come on. Something's up." She deducted. Warrick nodded and followed Catherine to the elevator, closely followed by Sara and Nick.

"Basement level? Not good!" Nick said looking at the lit up numbers as it passed ground floor. He opened the door to the stairs, holding it open for Sara and Catherine and then ducking in, in front of Warrick.

"Isn't basement level files and…Morgue?" Warrick asked, following the bobbing heads down the stairs.

"That's what I'm afraid of!" Nick said, picking up the pace.

Greg watch the elevator doors slide closed in front of his face and noticed Catherine emerging from the break room door. He turned his head slightly as his face met the colour of metal and watch Grissom press the basement level button.

"What's going on?" he asked seriously, no hint of his usual funniness.

"Greg…" He turned his head to watch Brass stumble through his words. Definitely not Brass like. "There was…an incident. A body came in, found by his sister, but the face is bashed up pretty good. The sisters too emotional to go and identify him…we wanted her next of kin…and her other brother, (who's on his way) to see the body. Greg…" he stopped again as the lift stopped the doors opened, revealing a long and darkened corridor with little light from the ceiling lights.

At the end of the corridor sat a young woman, no older than twenty, sobbing into her hands with a female police officer beside her. Greg's breath caught in his throat and he raced out of the elevator and ran to the young woman.

Grissom followed at a quick walk and Brass was about to follow when he heard talking from behind the stair door. Heading towards it he was almost barrelled over when the four CSIs fell through.

"Brass! What's going on?" Nick asked concerned. Brass didn't have to answer as a voice was heard calling down towards them.

"Carley! What happened?" Greg shouted as he skidded on his knees beside the woman and grabbed her round the arms.

"Oh Greg! Greg…it was horrible! He was there…on the floor…I know it's him! I know it!" she nearly screamed, dissolving back in tears.

"Sh, little sister. Sh! I'm here now. I'm here!" Greg said pulling her into his chest and rocking her slightly, his own tears falling free.

"Greg. We need you or a family member to identify the body." Grissom explain quietly. "It's just that way." He pointed to the door off from the side of the corridor.

"Sure."

Brass quickly updated the four CSIs about the situation. "Greg's sister went to their brother's house, found a man dead behind the sofa. From what I could see it looked like he had three bullets put through his face." Brass shook his head and watched as Greg turned to listen to Grissom, his younger sister sobbing into his chest. The young man looked considerably paler and had a few tears tracing their way down his face.

Greg looked across at the small group and motioned for them to come down. They looked at each other before shifting down to where Greg sat back on his heels, his sister clinging to him as if he too would be taken away.

"Carley? Carley. I'm just going with Grissom. I'll leave you here with my friends." He glanced back up to see the group looking everywhere but at him. "Could you guys look after her for me?"

"Yes." Catherine nodded, sitting beside Carley and taking the young girl into her shoulder. "You go." She motioned towards the door. Greg nodded, stood and followed, leaving Catherine with his emotional sister and a hesitant group.

"Is he going to see?" Dr. Al Robbins asked stepping out from the main morgue room.

"Yeah." Nick chocked, watching the door Greg had gone through with shining eyes.

"Yeah." Sara echoed, her eyes, along with everyone else's, shining with for hteir friend.

"In your own time Greg." Grissom said, standing to one side and switching on a monitor for a camera that would give Greg a clear picture of the face. Greg took a shaky breath, wiped his eyes and nodded to Grissom. Grissom pressed a button and said to bring the body in.

Greg watched the body bag be wheeled in and held his breath, as the bag was unzipped. A sob escaped his lips as he saw the bloody face. The nose and upper mouth was just a creator into the back of the skull. The eyes blasted off across the bottom. But even though the face was a mess, Greg knew the shape of the face, the jaw line, chin shape and hair too well. He knew it too well.

"Oh God James!" he whispered, half falling back into the wall. "It's him." He said, unable to tear his eyes away from screen, away from that face. He bit his lip to suppress his sorrow and finally stepped away. "Its him." He said again, looking at Grissom, his tears falling in streaks down to the corner of his mouth.

"You going to okay?" Grissom asked, unsure of what else to say. Greg just nodded, wiped his face and took a deep breath.

"Gotta be strong for them right?" he said to Grissom, stepping past and out of the swinging doors.

Carley lifted her head up and stared into Greg's face, hoping she had been wrong, but that face showed too clearly that hurt. The same hurt he had shown the last time and the time before that.

"No!" she whispered. "No!" she threw herself from Catherine's grip and into her brother's embrace.

"I'm sorry sis! I'm so sorry!" He whispered into her ear, holding her into him.

"Greg! Carley!" A man, younger than Greg but a bit like him dashed through the crowd around the two and threw himself into the embrace. Greg lifted his arm and pulled the young man in, feeling an extra set of tears soaking into his shirt and lab coat. "Its true isn't it?" he asked. "He's dead?"

"Yes Rick. He is bro!" Greg murmured into his other brother hair as both of his younger sibling clung to him.

Grissom stepped out into the corridor and watched the three siblings sink to the floor in a mass and cry together; Greg comforting them both while trying to comfort himself. "We got through this twice you guys. We can get through it again." Grissom heard Greg whisper.

"Greg we'll need to interview you all. Just to see who saw him last. The usual questions." Grissom said quietly, receiving a sharp nod from the young.

"Come on you guys." Greg said, standing up while half pulling his two siblings up with him. Grissom took lead and carved a path through the crowd toward the elevator.

Greg wrapped an arm around both the people clinging to him and walked them after Grissom. Catherine and Sara following behind with Warrick, Brass and Nick hovering behind, none of them sure as to what to do or say.

Robbins sighed to himself. The best of the Crime Lab become like everyone else when someone they know looses someone. They each realise that they are human and the bodies on the slab all have family somewhere. How often do they think that the next person on his slab could be a family member, a friend or one of them? Thinking these thoughts through, Robbins went back into his domain and got back to work.

Right first story! Please review if you though it good or okay and if possible what I could do with this story. Don't flame me! If you hate this, don't review; I'll get the hint! Trust me I have little confidence in myself as it is, don't do well with bad flames! Thanks!