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Carley sat to one side with Rick on the other side, both of them clinging onto the arms of their eldest brother. Greg sat in the middle, pulling his sister into his chest while rubbing Rick on the back with both hands.
"I know this must be hard, but can you each tell us when you last saw your brother alive and where?" Sara asked, sitting opposite the siblings.
"I think I saw him last." Greg said. "It was this afternoon, around four, before I went to see Carley."
"Do you visit him often?" Sara asked.
"Three times a week. He often works on computers back home so I have to try to get him to go outside, or even eat a meal." Greg smiled sadly.
"And Rick? When did you last see him?" Brass asked, from where he leant beside the one-way glass.
"I haven't seen him since…it would have been the last time we went out." He said, wiping his eyes. "We try to go out every couple of weeks for a drink." He explained. Brass nodded.
"And Carley. When did you last see him?" He asked, turning to the young woman.
"I…I can't…remember." She squeaked.
"I understand your upset but please try to remember." Sara said, stretching a hand out to the girl.
"No you don't understand." Greg explained. "Don't be embarrassed Sis." He muttered to her. "You see Carley has ME. It's sometimes called Post Viral Chronic Fatigue syndrome. She is often tired and gets muscle pains, but she also experiences memory loss. There are times she can recall anything and other times when things are a complete blank." Greg kissed his sisters head and rocked her slightly. "She probably would have last seen him…alive when we went out. Remember?" He asked his sister, pulling her back slightly.
"Yes!" she whispered, smiling through her tears. "He fell over the bar stool and into that mans lap!" she laughed lightly, and then her face fell. "Then I found him tonight." She whispered.
"Why did you go?" Sara asked, glancing at the one-way glass for a second.
"Because I bring his shopping round every fortnight. He works for an Internet company and rarely leaves the house. Greg is the closest to him, but he keeps asking me to do the shopping."
"Who? James or Greg?" Sara asked.
"James. He asked about four month ago. Said he wanted to keep an eye on me. Being the youngest of four children they are too protective, and with my illness, he keeps trying to get me to do some new things." She muttered, while Greg hugged her close. "What will I do without him?" she asked, looking across at Rick.
"You've got us Sis!" Rick answered, holding her hand.
"Do you know if James had any enemies?" Brass asked.
"No. I can't see anyone who would want to kill him!" Rick said, gripping his sister hand tighter.
"Thank you." Sara said. "Carley. Did you touch anything at the crime scene?"
"Only the phone. I ran into the next room, but I didn't enter the lounge."
"Is that where the body was?" Sara asked, having not seen the lounge yet.
"Yes, he was lying behind the sofa. On his side…with his face to the door." Her eyes gazed passed Sara and stared into the wall. "There was blood everywhere, and his face was just staring out at me!" she gasped, trying to breathe.
"Sh, sh. Calm Carley. Breath with me." Greg moved his arm fro Rick and hugged Carley, resting his chin onto of her head.
"But Greg…I see mum. Just like her!" Carley gasped, hiccupping slightly.
"That happened a long time ago, we caught him!" Greg whispered, looking into his sister's eyes with a gentile smile. "We dealt with that and we can deal with this." He said.
"Thank you Greg. We'll call you if we need any help." Sara said, standing up.
As Greg walked Carley out the door with an arm draped over Rick's shoulder Grissom came out of the door beside the one they came out of.
"Greg if you want to go get your belongings and Catherine will take them to your car. Better yet, let her take you home." He said. Greg handed Carley over to Catherine's shoulder and Rick followed her off to the side.
"No. I'll take them both back to my apartment, I'll be okay to drive." He said, walking off to the elevator. "I'll see you guys out there." He called back.
Grissom stepped into the elevator next to him and waited till the doors closed. "Take the next week or so off Greg." He commanded.
"Sure." Greg chocked. "When will the body be released?" he asked, half turning to Grissom as the doors opened onto the laboratories.
"In about three or four days." He said, as they both moved towards Greg's lab. "And take care of yourself." He added, before turning into his office.
"Yeah, thanks." Greg sighed, grabbing the files and leaving them in his out tray, before heading to the lockers to get his coat and hang up his lab coat. He then took the elevator down to the ground floor, where the CSI team stood waiting. Rick and Carley beside them.
"Take care of yourself Greg." Sara said, hugging him.
"Yeah. If you need anything, just call." Nick said, patting Greg on the back.
"Anything at all." Warrick added.
"You sure you need a lift?" Catherine asked, moving Carley into Greg's embrace.
"Yeah. Thanks you guys. I'll be back after the funeral." He said, walking out to his car. The five CSI's stood together by the door and watched as Greg put his sister into the back with Rick and waited till they were settled before climbing in and driving off.
"You think he'll be okay?" Sara asked.
"I hope so." Nick answered. "I hope so."
Sorry if this seems slow, but I wanted to introduce you into the world of Greg, slowly but surly!