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

Two – Friend unknown

Grissom was reading a report that Sara had just given him. A body had been found in a swimming pool tied up. It looked like a murder but the man had, had a long history of depression, his wife had just left him, he had been made redundant and had 9000 in gambling debts.

Sara had found no evidence of a second person and it was possible for the man to have tied himself in the position that he was found in. Verdict was suicide by drowning; a nasty way to go.

Humans have an instinct to survive, no matter how badly they want to die. He had tied himself up so there was no way that he could stop himself after he got into the pool.

'Lauft!'

Grissom looked up as he heard loud music coming from the DNA lab.

'Weil der Meister uns gesandt
verkünden wir den Untergang
der Reiter der Boshaftigkeit
füttert sein Geschwür aus Neid'

Greg was playing his CD player too loudly, as always. Grissom had a sneaking suspicion that Greg just did it to annoy him. The CSI sighed.

Who would have guessed it? Greg, a victim of abuse. It just didn't seem right. He was always so happy and perky. Grissom sighed again and carried on to his office.

'Die Wahrheit ist wie ein Gewitter
es kommt zu dir du kannst es hören
es kund zu tun ist ach so bitter
es kommt zu dir um zu zerstören'

Catherine was sitting in the break room drinking coffee. Her mind was pre-occupied; she just couldn't concentrate on the statement that was in-front of her.

The conversation that she and her colleagues had overheard that morning in the diner was burnt into her mind.

There was so much that she didn't know about Greg. So much that they all didn't know. They had not known that he had a sister. They had never seen it fit to ask where he came from. He was treated just the same as all the Lab Tech's. He was treated with indifference.

And yet, now she was thinking about it, she knew how wrong that was. Greg was always friendly with them. He treated then with the respect that one might reserve for friends and people who you admired.

Yet they never invited Greg to breakfast, they didn't know anything about him. He must have gone through hell and now, he wouldn't come to them to help.

'Weil die Nacht im Sterben lag
verkünden wir den jüngsten Tag
es wird kein Erbarmen geben
lauft, lauft um euer Leben'

Nick was in the DNA lab getting results from a rape case that he was working. The woman had, had sexual intercourse with her lover and then was raped on her way back to her marital home. The problem was that the defendant's lawyer was claming that, because there were two seaman samples there was no evidence that his client raped the woman in question.

Fortunately the woman had scratched her attacker and there was skin under her fingernails that could be tested to see if it matched the DNA of the suspect. Nick did not need a warrant for a sample as Jeff Anderson – the suspect – had a prior conviction for sexual assault and his DNA was on record.

Greg was singing along to the track that was currently playing.

"Rammstein," the Lab Tech had informed him earlier.

Listening to rock music and forgetting what must be troubling him.

Nick knew - even though he was the closest to a best friend that Greg had in the lab – that he did not know much about the quirky chemist. True he was the only one who knew he had a sister, and he did know where Greg was brought up, but even so, there was so much that he didn't know. About his father for instance.

Although it had to be said that Nick would probably not tell anyone in the lab about his past had he been Greg. It would be to close. They spent a lot of time together and sympathy looks soon grew irritating.

He remembered all to well the looks that he had been given after he told them that his sister, Michelle, had miscarried her first child.

"So Greg how's your sister?" Nick asked casually.

"Die Wahrheit ist ein Chor aus Wind
kein Engel kommt um euch zu rächen
diese Tage eure letzten sind
wie Stäbchen wird es euch zerbrechen"

Warrick Brown was in the garage with Sara. She had finished the report on her suicide case and was helping Warrick examine a car that was found wrapped around a tree just south of Vegas. The only occupant was a dead man. He hadn't been drinking or taking drugs. It was daylight when he crashed, there was no obstruction on the road and none of the tires had blown out.

They were checking the car to see if there was a problem that made it swerve off the straight road and collide with the tree.

"Damn it," Sara snapped.

She stood up from the spot where she was kneeling to examine the front, left wheel.

Warrick looked up at her with a questioning look in his eyes.

"Why doesn't he talk to us?" she said. "I mean, it is obvious that he might need some help, or personal time but…"

"Hey," Warrick interrupted her. "Hold it. I mean that is personal shit. Hell if it were me I wouldn't want everyone to know. I mean that would suck to have everyone spouting the dying child look."

'Es kommt zu euch als das Verderben'

"Coffee time!" Greg exclaimed, looking at the time. He stood up and left his lab

'Die Wahrheit ist ein Chor aus Wind
kein Engel kommt um euch zu rächen
diese Tage eure letzten sind
wie Stäbchen wird es euch zerbrechen'

Everyone looked at the door and stopped speaking as Greg opened the break room door.

Catherine was still mulling over her earlier coffee, having gotten little headway with matching her witness statement with the evidence. As much as she hated it, it looked like the sixteen year old girl had killed her five month old baby.

"Who died?" Greg asked with a smile on his face.

"What?"

Greg rolled his eyes.

"Guys, you have been acting weird all shift, looking at me as if I have two heads. It's the shirt isn't it?" He said with a smile referring to his bright green shirt of the day.

Nick forced his face into a smile. He knew that they were going to have to admit to hearing his conversation with Emily. It wasn't fair of them to be acting like this and it wasn't fair that he did not know why.

"Greg man," he began. "We have something that we need to tell you. Um… yesterday, when you were in the diner with Emily..."

Greg looked at the Texan with a sharp expression. "You were there?"

"We were sitting in the booth behind you."

Authors Note – Thank you for the reviews and positive feedback. I really appreciate it. After all the positive comments I have decided to continue it. Hope that it is not to clichéd for your liking.

Review Replies

Jacinda – Thank you for my first review. You get the cup of Greg's magic coffee.

Figreenleaf – Again, thank you. I do know what you men… there has to be more to him than loud music and Blue Hawaiian. Poor misunderstood Greg. I won't hurt him to baldy, promise.

ScifiSand – Ah, my mistake. I checked it out on the official website and you are right. I will correct is ASAP.

Fwe – Thanks and I will keep on

Lirenel – The concept was thought up after to much caffeine and chilli burgers. I was not sure that it would work so I thank you for your review.