Disclaimer – I do not own CSI. I only own Emily and other new characters

Three Sins

"There are only three sins - causing pain, causing fear, and causing anguish. The rest is window dressing."- Roger Caras

One – Conversations over coffee

The diner door opened letting out the cool air from the air conditioning.

A few of the customers glanced up as they heard the tinkling of the bell but went back to their coffees and breakfasts after a quick look. It was 7 am.

"Two pancakes, extra syrup; sausage with one, bacon the other; two coffees, one black, one white – cream not milk."

The blond waitress smiled at the man. "Sure thing honey, you and y' girlfriend just sit and I'll get it over to y'."

The couple sat down at a private booth near the back of the diner.

"Girlfriend?" The brunette said raising one eyebrow. "That is so wrong I am not even going to contemplate it."

She shuddered.

They sat in silence for a few minutes; neither of them really knew what to say. There were so many things that needed to be said though, so many things that needed to be done.

The man fiddled nervously with his napkin.

"Emily…" he began, but stopped as he saw the blond waitress walking over with two trays of food.

"They you go honey, enjoy." She winked at the pair and ambled off to clear one of the recently vacated tables.

The man seemingly avoided Emily's gaze by carefully spooning one sugar into his black coffee and stirring it.

"What?" he said looking up at the accusing gaze.

Emily sighed and brushed her chestnut brown hair out of her face with one hand. She was a beautiful girl. Tall and slim, she had chocolate brown eyes and a pale complexion that made her look almost like a doll.

She was no doll though, true, the men at the club in which she sang and danced would love to play with her but she would give herself to nobody.

"Please, talk to me"

"What about Em?"

"You know what."

She sighed angrily at the carefully controlled look of the man opposite her.

"If you are just going to sit there and play dumb then why should I bother?" She snapped, half-rising from the uncomfortable red plastic bench.

"Emily," he said grabbing her arm. "Eat your breakfast, and then we will talk, promise. I have just done a double shift and need food." He grinned cheekily at her – a grin that did not seem to go to his eyes. "A growing boy needs his food."

They ate in silence, listening to the murmur of voices coming from the other patrons of the diner.

The man was eating as slowly as possible to put off the impending conversation with Emily. It was not that he did not want to talk to her; it was the fact that he already knew what her reaction would be.

"Em…" He said, finally laying down his fork.

He looked at his plate rather than those chocolate brown eyes that so soon would be filled with an emotion that he had never wanted to see again in those eyes. Fear.

"I'm staying."

"What!" she choked out loud.

People turned their heads briefly to see what the shouting was about. They went back to their coffee after seeing the ashen faced girl. 'A lovers tiff' they all would have thought. Well it was Vegas. He probably turned down her proposal.

"Why?" she questioned in a shocked voice. "I mean…"

She trailed off when he looked at her. His face was so set, so determined. Emily had never seen him like this before – ever.

"I am not hiding any more Emily. Hell we have been doing this forever. I can't and I won't."

"I let this ruin my life once before but not again. I have friends, I have a great job, and I love my apartment." He shrugged and stared into his rapidly cooling coffee.

"Emmy, we can't just up and go because of him."

She looked at him with disbelief and barely disguised panic written on her face. Tears pooled in the corner of the wide eyes.

"He'll kill us," she said in a hushed voice. "You know he will. He will find us and kill us. I don't want to die; I don't want you to die. You are my brother. The only family that I have left. Please, come with me, please! We can go somewhere where he will never find us. Please!"

He couldn't look into those eyes; he couldn't see those tears of desperation.

"Emily," he chewed nervously on his bottom lip.

He looked up at her. His hand reached to her face and brushed some of the rapidly forming tears form her face.

"We can't hide forever. Where would we go? How would we live?"

He leant closer to her.

"We have a place here. We can't let him ruin it."

"But he will kill you. I mean…" She trailed off.

Emily knew that the battle was lost; she could never win against her older brother.

"What are we going to do? I don't want him finding us."

"He won't Emmy. Think about it. We were in California, and now we are in Vegas. This place is so busy. How is he going to find us?"

"Well for starters he can go to the library. My face has been in the news here and yours isn't exactly a virgin."

She rubbed her palms over her eyes to rid them of the build up of tears. There was a lump in her throat and she just wanted to cry and cry. But she couldn't, she shouldn't.

Why couldn't he see? They needed to run as far as they could. Cut all ties. She would never go on her own. She wasn't going to leave her brother though, no matter how badly she wanted to flee.

"What are we going to do?" she said again.

Her brother looked at his plate. To be completely honest he had no idea.

"What… what about your friends," Emily started nervously and then sped up so her brother would not interrupt her. "I mean they work in the crime lab and that… they would know what to do!"

"Yeah Emmy, what do I just walk up to Grissom and say… Hey boss. I was wondering if you could help me. My deranged father, who has been in prison for the last seventeen years for killing almost all of my family, has just been given parole."

"My little sister Emily – the only other member of my family to survive – is scared that he is going to kill us because I gave evidence that likely put him away. You see I was sole witness because after he beat the shit out of me he thought I was dead so started on the rest of them."

"Only I wasn't dead. I was just pretending because I had had the crap knocked out of me so many times before by him I knew how to play the little unconscious ten-year-old."

"By-the-way your DNA results are back"

Greg Sanders shook his head. "Come off it Em, I mean a) they wont believe me because I am happy, nutty Greg who has never had a problem in my life, and b) I don't want the looks of pity if they do believe me."

Emily looked at her plate with a bitterly disappointed look in her eye.

"It was only an idea," she said quietly.

Greg shook his head.

"Sorry sis, I guess I am more tired than I thought."

He looked at the twenty-two year old opposite him.

"Come on, let's go home. The coffee is better there"

Emily smiled a small, sad smile and stood up. She waited next to Greg as he paid the check. They left unaware of the people who were looking at them.

"Well that was different," Catherine Willows said to her colleagues who were sitting in the booth behind the one that Greg and Emily Sanders had just eaten pancakes.

Authors Note – this is just a beginning. It can stem a larger fanfic or stay as it is. It is for the people to decide