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"So do you think he's got anything to do with it?" Warrick asked, blowing on his cup of coffee to try and cool it.

"Hmm?" Sara asked, looking up from her own cup.

"Jackson… Richard Jackson? The guy having the affair with Greg's mom… Do you reckon he had anything to do with it?" He repeated for her.

"Oh… I dunno." She replied, frowning slightly.

Warrick sipped his coffee and leant back against his seat in their booth at one of their local all night diners. "What're you thinking?" He inquired, knowing that Sara was sure to be working away at the case in her head.

She shook her head. "All I can think is what if Greg did it?" She said, frowning again.

Warrick took another sip of his coffee. "We've got no proof that he was there. I'm sure he's got nothing to do with it."

Sara looked unconvinced. "The only proof we've got that anyone else was there is the fact that she's dead." She told him. "For all we know Greg is the other person."

It was Warrick's turn to frown this time. "Come on Sara. How long have we known the guy? You really think he's capable of killing someone?"

"How well do you really know people though Warrick?"

Warrick looked somewhat disgruntled and sipped again on his coffee, averting his eyes to look out the window, remaining silent.

Sara sighed. "I really don't think we should be working this case."

Warrick raised an eyebrow. "Why not?"

"Because one of the main suspects is someone we've known for a good four or five years." Warrick looked unconvinced. "You're really telling me that if the evidence pointed to Greg you'd be able to continue as though it was another faceless killer?" She continued. "God knows what we'd do…" She trailed off, pinching the bridge of her nose with her fingers and thumb.

Warrick finished his coffee and sighed, opening his mouth to speak when he stopped. Sara looked up at him, confused. "What?" She asked, twisting around to see what he was looking at. "What is it?"

"Greg." Warrick replied.

"Shit." Sara mumbled, seeing the blonde lab tech staring at whoever was sat opposite him in his own booth. "We'd better go."

Warrick nodded wearily. "I'll get this." He told her, pulling a few bills out of his pocket and placing them on the table. "Who do you reckon he's with?" He murmured to Sara as they headed towards the exit.

She shrugged in reply. "No idea." She smiled as they passed. "Hey Greg."

He looked up surprised to see them, quickly throwing an angry glance at the other person, before smiling. "Hey Sara, hey Warrick. You guys just get off shift?"

"Yeah. Headed home for some r n r man. You should do the same." Warrick replied.

Greg nodded. "Trust me, that's what I'm doing straight after this." He said, waving them off as they left.

Sara threw a quick glance behind as they walked out of the diner, trying to catch a glimpse of Greg's companion, but only seeing him say something to them in what seemed to be anger. She frowned and shrugged it off, Greg was allowed to go and have breakfast with his friends.

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"What the fuck Caroline?" Greg hissed at his older sister.

She sipped her tea, concentrating on the newspaper on the table. "Watch your mouth." She said simply.

Greg growled, sitting back angrily in his seat. "Oh my God. I'm not eleven anymore Caroline, okay? We're both god damn adults so stop treating me as though I'm a child." He said angrily.

Caroline raised an amused eyebrow at him but said nothing.

"Well they've got a lot of faith in you."

Greg looked up to see Marie standing beside their booth, his older brother Tim behind her. "Marie." He stated.

Marie raised her eyebrows waiting for him to finish. "Yes." She replied, her tone the same as his.

He frowned slightly, moving over as he caught Tim's look so that she could sit beside him.

"Well isn't this a pleasant little family reunion." Tim commented dryly, taking a seat next to Carrie.

Carrie frowned disapprovingly but said nothing.

"They're concerned you did it." Tim told Greg after a moment.

Marie turned to look at the younger of her two brothers, studying his reaction.

He raised an eyebrow at her. "What?"

"Did you do it?" She asked him, a smirk playing on her lips.

"Marie." Tim said in warning.

"No I didn't do it!" Greg told her indignantly. "Did you?" He asked in return, his voice still angry.

"Blood from my period freaks me out, you really think I could kill someone?" Marie asked him bluntly.

Greg shuddered. "That is so disgusting."

"It's the truth." Marie told him firmly.

"Gregory." Tim's voice broke through their argument. "They're concerned you did it."

Greg shrugged. "You said that already. What do you want me to do about it?"

Tim smiled. "So you're going to be cooperative?"

Greg narrowed his eyes at his brother. "Do you know who did this?"

Tim's face remained unchanged. "Answer the question Gregory."

Greg's face slowly turned to one of shock. "You know who did this." His voice accused.

"Gregory." Carrie looked up from her newspaper.

"Holy shit." Greg breathed. "Do you all know?"

Marie rolled her eyes. "You're so god damn melodramatic."

"Gregory, do you really think we know who killed Mom?" Tim asked him, eyebrows rose expectantly.

Greg stared at his siblings, searching his mind for an answer to Tim's question, but was unable to come up with one.

Carrie frowned at her younger brother. "Gregory, try not to be so rash when jumping to conclusions. It could get you into a lot of trouble."

Greg narrowed his eyes at his older sister. "What is that supposed to mean?"

Carrie put down her tea and sighed impatiently. "What do you think it means Gregory? You work at the crime lab that's investigating our mother's murder. All four of us are suspects, and if you walk around saying stupid things like that then you're going to end up screwing things up more than you already have."

"I haven't screwed anything up." Greg replied angrily.

Marie snorted, laughing into her cup of hot chocolate. "How many times have we heard that one?"

"This is ridiculous." Greg scowled, standing up. "Marie, move."

Marie looked up at him, catching a look from her eldest brother first and remaining seated. "You didn't say please." She told him, smirking.

Greg opened his mouth to reply, but instead climbed over the seat and headed for the exit.

"Be at the house tomorrow at four Gregory. We're going over the will." Tim called out as his younger brother left.

Greg spun round on his heel. "The house is a god damn crime scene Timothy. We can't go to the—" He stopped short, catching his brothers look, then he scowled angrily, turning on his heel and leaving the diner.

"He doesn't understand." Carrie said, after a moment, her attention back on her newspaper.

Marie snorted. "No shit."