Disclaimer – I do not own CSI. I only own Emily Saunders, Illyana Kasdorf, Tracy Green, Madeline Flynn 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

Six – Sins of the flesh

"So Nicky, heard you got a serial on your hands?" Catherine Willows asked

"You've already spoken to Brass? Looks like that way. Some bible nut goes out to kill strippers."

Catherine threw a dirty glance at Nick. "They prefer the term 'exotic dancers'."

"Well you are the expert," he countered.

The break room door opened and Grissom entered.

"Nick, how are you getting on with the dead girl?"

"It looks like a mirror of Madeline Flynn's killing from what Brass said. I was coming to you to ask for the file. You worked that one didn't you?"

"'Marriage is honorable in all, and the bed undefiled: but whoremongers and adulterers God will judge.'" Grissom said. "Yes, the trail went cold though."

"Same style of killing – or so Brass said. I'm waiting On Doc's autopsy report. There was a bible quote in her hand. I've sent it to trace."

"What was the quote?"

"'Know ye not that the unrighteous shall not inherit the kingdom of God? Be not deceived: neither fornicators, nor idolaters, nor adulterers, nor effeminate, nor abusers of themselves with mankind.' (First Corinthians 6:9)"

"Different quote.Do you thinkhe is trying to get a message across?"

"Yeah, he doesn't like strippers. Let's purge the world of this evil," Nick snorted making his way to the coffee machine.

"Evil? What's Hodges done now?"

Nick turned to the door.

"Hodge's hasn't done anything Greg."

"Well that's nothing new," the lab tech said lightly.

There was awkward tension in the room.

Three days ago the CSI's had admitted to listening in on a private conversation between Greg and his sister – Emily. Although the conversation had taken place in a diner they still felt guilty about not alerting Greg and Emily to their presence.

After they told him what they had heard, Greg had turned pale and had excused himself from the room. He did not go back to the break room for the whole shift and barely spoke a word to the CSI's, completely ignoring them when they tried to apologize.

The next day he had gone back to the light banter that he had always shared with the team. Light, friendly, informal but impersonal.

But they could see that the smiles and laughs did not quite reach his eyes.

They had not quite broken his trust but he was not sure how to react. They knew a secret that he ha been running from for seventeen years. It was unsettling.

The lab tech forced himself to smile.

"Well it isn't," he said. "He always leaves the long winded stuff for other people."

He poured himself a coffee and started to drink it.

Catherine gave a slightly worried look his way; she had been worried about his seeming lack of communication with them. He was almost drawing himself away from them.

"Please stop looking at me like that," he said quietly. "I am not going to go mad, run round in circles or make strange noises."

He looked up at them. Warrick was looking at the floor, Grissom and Catherine at him. Nick seemed to find the wall interesting and Sara was seemingly engrossed in her coffee.

"Now listen, I only want to say this once," Greg said. "I have lost jobs because of people finding out about my father and I have lost friends. So has my sister. As soon as people find out that we are the children of a murderer they look at us as if we are the same. I expect better of you. You are CSI's."

"If people don't immediately think that we are going to kill them, then they think that because of what we have seen and what he did to us we must be to unbalanced to employ or be seen with. Or the worst, because I gave evidence on my own father they sometimes say that I am a grass who is not to be trusted. And my sister… well never mind about that."

"I hope you know me better than to make those judgements but if my assumptions are incorrect then tell me now and I will hand in my resignation tomorrow."

Nick stood up.

"Come on man, we aren't stupid. We know you won't kill us as we stand or anything. But I disagree with one of those statements."

Greg looked up sharply to see his Texan friend smiling lightly.

"You already run around in circles and make strange noises."

Catherine snorted into her coffee.

Greg shook his head lightly.

"I have work to do," he said with a small smile. "I also have loud music to listen to and strange noises to make. And just for the record, I don't run around in circles anymore. Not since I had a competition with one of the day tech's and ended up face planting the floor."

Sara made an incredulous noise.

"Only you Greg, only you."

Authors Note – Thank you for the reviews and positive feedback. I really appreciate it. I love my reviewers and give them all cookies.

I live in the UK by-the-way, so I am sorry if I get things wrong to do with American terms, and places in Vegas.

I do know that this and the previous few chapters are extremely short but I do not feel comfortable putting them together.

This chapter might seem slightly off but I insist that it is very important.

Review replies

CatherineLouise – I never use page breaks. I feel them to be useful for scripts and I am not writing a script. I value your opinion but I am more of an old fashioned writer and believe that a change in place and/or subject matter needs a change in chapter. I would not have felt comfortable putting the two and this chapter together. I am glad that I have grabbed your attention and hope that you enjoy the subsequent chapters.

Em – Thanks and I hope that you like this chapter