Thank you for reviewing, as long as I get a few then I'll update. I apologies if this gets confusing at times, a lot of history to cover!
The body was released yesterday. They had searched the crime scene and come up with nothing. There were only six prints in that entire house, the crime scene. The deceased, Greg's, Carley's, Rick's and two friends of the deceased. Both of who had an alibi. The time of the crime was estimated an hour after Greg left, which unfortunately left him as a suspect and about two hours before Carley arrived. Both Carley and Rick had alibis for the time during the murder.
Of course with Greg as a suspect they had ask him to come in yesterday. No one wanted to accuse him so they just set the questions tactfully.
'Did your brother own a gun? Has anyone broken into any of your other sibling's houses? Do any of you own guns?' They tried to keep it simple, but each answer was no. They ended up having to leave it, even if Greg was the killer (which they all doubted) there was no murder weapon and no conclusive prints.
The funeral was set quite quickly, for the afternoon after Greg's interview. No one was asked to come; they guessed it was a family deal. But they were asked if they wanted to come over for afterwards to help Greg. Grissom immediately said he was busy and Catherine had to look after Lindsey. However, Sara, Nick and Warrick both said they would be happy to come over, although they all knew it wasn't just to comfort Greg's siblings but to help comfort himself.
It had been quite weird watching Greg as he looked over his younger sister and brother. They were both pretty close to tears, but Greg had a hard expression, one that he seemed too familiar with.
Nick ended up sitting with Greg after a bit outside on the roof. Warrick and Sara were both talking with Rick and Carley, trying to distract them from their sorrows.
"How're you holding up?" Nick asked, going straight to the topic.
"Holding." Greg sighed, taking a swig of his beer.
"Never figured you as the bigger brother." Nick said quietly.
"I've always watched out for them, through thick and thicker." Greg chuckled, staring up at they sky. "I've had to tend to three funerals now. Well four, but the third I had very little to do. Didn't want to." His voice sank into a film of anger and disgust.
"Four funerals?" Nick knew Greg was getting drunk. This was his sixth beer in the past two hours; he had guessed it would hit him soon so he thought he would take him away for a breather from his two siblings. "Greg? Who were the other three?" He knew he shouldn't have been asking about Greg's past. Whenever they had discussed it, Greg had always clamed up, but he wanted to know. He wanted to know why his friends had this darker streak in him.
"Yeah. First was my mother." He took another swig and wiped his mouth. "My Dad killed her." His eyes were drawn down to his hands.
"Your Dad? Shit!" Nick whispered. "What happened?"
"He used to beat her and me. We always managed to get my other brothers and sisters out of the way. Mum used to try to protect us, but when he got past her, I would get in the way. He never hurt them cause of me." He continued, tears welling his eyes. "Then one day he went too far. Mum brandished a knife at him, but he just broke her wrist and stabbed her." Greg's eyes glazed slightly and he gazed at the roof he sat on, not fully seeing it. "He said he'd kill the others if I told and then took her to some land fill sight, I was only twelve! She wasn't found until I was sixteen. I could have killed him then, but someone got there first." Nick looked at Greg, shocked. Greg was a gentile guy; he would never have threatened anyone. Was it the beer talking?
"My Dad dealt drugs, but failed to pay the guy he worked for, so the guy came one night. I sent the others to bed, but James and his twin sister Katy stayed outside the room to protect them. Dad went outside and I watched the as the guy shot him in the alleyway. When the police came, I told them everything. I told them where to find my Mum." The tears spilled. "I arranged the funeral, but I also had to arrange his. Once that was done I asked the courts if I could take care of my siblings. Well I had just turned seventeen and Katy and James had just turned sixteen. Rick was fifteen and Carley was fourteen. So the courts said they would pay for a house and they left us to it." Greg's face twisted into a grimace. "A year later Katy committed suicide." The tears flowed faster. "She was only seventeen." Greg sobbed. "I should have looked out for her more!"
Nick leant over and pulled Greg towards him. All dignity was gone as the beer bottle dropped and Greg cried onto Nicks shoulder. They sat like that for a good half hour before Sara came up; she glanced at them and then joined them, followed by Warrick.
"Hey man, their both a sleep." They sat on either side of the two.
"Thanks." Greg chocked, pulling away from Nick. He wiped at his face, having sobered up slightly. Nick smiled at Greg and wiped away his own tears. "So you don't know how it happened?" Greg asked quietly.
"No." Sara answered, just as quiet. "Something will come up."
"Yeah." Greg sighed. "Could you tell Grissom I'll be in tomorrow?" Greg gazed out into the setting sun; he couldn't face it tonight, but maybe tomorrow.
"You sure?" Nick asked, leaning forward to look him the eye. "No one will blame you if you want a few more days off."
"I'm going crazy here you guys. I want a distraction from all this." He turned to look at Warrick and then at Sara. "Please." He begged.
"Okay." Nick said after a pause. "I'll tell him." And then the four sat in silence until the CSI's had to go. But in those few minutes of sun set each of them was thankful that things seemed to be on the mend. How wrong they were, for just the next day, while Greg was back at work amongst the people he loved the killer struck again. But this time they left a message, to haunt the dreams of the remaining family.
Sorry to leave you all here. Also sorry about some of my spellings, I'm at the hospital and the computers here aren't very good, so…sorry! Will update when I can!