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Greg ended up taking his two siblings back to his apartment. He settled his sister into his own bedroom and his brother into the spare bedroom while he settled himself on the sofa, knowing fine well that none of them would sleep today.

His sister had gone very quiet and Greg had decided to see what he could do for her. He found her sifting through the family photo album, a slight smile on her lips and a shining tear in her eye.

"Remember his 18th birthday party. When you took him out…you never let us go." She smiled sadly, touching the dark photo. "He came back in a right state. I may have been fifteen at the time, but I knew he was away with it." She laughed, bright and bubbly. It quickly changed into a sob as those shining tears fell in a stream down her face. "I wish I knew him better." She chocked.

"I know sis. But you and Rick are close. The two youngest, you both shock me with your strength to be able to stick together. James and I were only ever close because there was a year between us. We hardly ever knew each other, we only knew how to piss each other off." He laughed, holding back his own tears.

"You okay Carley?" Rick pocked his head round the door to Greg's room and watched his younger sister.

"Yeah…" she lied. Rick stepped into the room and sat down on the edge of the bed, pulling Carley into him.

"I remember this photo." He pointed to the next photo in the album. "My 18th remember? Greg finally let you out. Greg you must have been about 21 then. Legally of age to drink. How did you ever get us into the clubs?" Rick laughed.

"With great difficultly when you three got wasted." Greg said, slipping out the door, knowing fine well neither of them was listening.

Greg sat on the sofa, picked up the phone book and began to flick through it, looking for undertakers and funeral arrangers. Finally finding it he dialed one of the numbers by the best advert and started the third funeral since the age of twelve.

Grissom was busy finishing the paperwork to the baby poisoning case. However his mind wasn't on the case, it was on the new case before him. He was still unsure as to who would be working the case. He had sent Warrick and Sara out to the crime scene and had said he would follow as soon as he could. He had decided not let Catherine or Nick work the case because Cath always got emotionally involved if someone she knew was involved. Grissom also thought that after the lab explosion that Cath was a lot more protective over Greg.

And Nick? Well Nick was Greg's best friend at work, he wasn't sure about out work situations, but Nick would still be emotionally involved.

He finished up the work, signed the sheets and put them all in a folder with the test results. He paused over the scrawled writing underneath the test results with pages to a book of poisonous plants. Greg's handwriting.

Closing the file he left it on his desk for the lawyers to come and find. Grabbing his coat, case and car keys he made his way out, leaving a message with the receptionist to say that all paper work was done and that any files that the lawyers needed were on his desk. He then went out to his car, climbed in and braced himself for an emotional case. He knew he should hand it over to daytime CSI's, but also knew that Greg would want people he trusted.

Grissom started his car and drove to the apartment block were the deceased James Sanders took residence.

All the details were set on the paper and a time to view the coffins was set. The gravestone would be settled afterwards. Greg had sat for a good half hour, staring at the sheet of paper. If he threw it a way, closed his eyes wished it all away, would James, his younger brother, come sauntering into the room, flash a cheesy smile watch a good old horror movie with him? Could he wish for that? If he could, how much could he change? Could he bring her back? Could he stop the rope? Have gotten there sooner? Maybe he could wish to turn the clocks back to when he was twelve. Maybe he could stop that son of bitch and do what happened sooner rather than later.

But wishing could do no good. Living would help heal him. But wishing would only make it worse when he finally opened his eyes upon that grave.

He stood up and unconsciously wiped the tears from his eyes. Moving to his room to see his younger siblings. He could hear his fathers voice mocking him. You could never keep an eye one them! He opened the door and looked into the dark room. A small smile flickered on his lips and he watch the two beings on his bed. He remembered doing this as a fifteen year old boy, watching four siblings sleep on the same bed a he sacrificed his health for them to stay safe. He would walk in and watch them sleep all night till the blood dried on his face and until James would wake up and wash his wounds, thanking him for making life that little bit easier. The two watching the other three sleep. The years later the two watching the remaining two sleep.

He shook his head slightly and wiped away the tears again. Walking into the room had pulled the blanket around them both and smiled at his brother who held his little sister to his chest. Both of them had tear streaked faces, drying now in their sleep.

"Sweet dreams you two." That voice flashed across his mind. Two down, two to go! He gritted his teeth against the fresh wave of pain. That voice was long dead! He saw him die in that ally way beside the house. He would never have wished to hold that gun, no matter how much he hated that man, but he never cried when he saw him die by the hands of that man. That night he had finally told of what life for his sibling had been like, but it never helped her from suicide, never quite healed the family. Never quite redeemed his mother's death.

He turned from the room and settled back into the sofa and cried himself to sleep. Like he had done back at that house when his sibling slept and the blood dried, just before James woke.

James would never come to him again. He would be taken from that freezer like room at his place of work and then be put in the ground.

With all that pain that flowed from with in him, Greg fell into a fitful sleep, full of images of his past, the past that until now had been forgotten. They say the past comes back to haunt us, maybe in more than one-way?

Right very angst I know, especially round this time of year. But I felt it was time to clear up the fact that Greg is the oldest sibling and that a lot more is going on behind this family picture. Please Review if you could spare a moment. Please!