A/N: Okay, so I lost the plan for this thing and it gets all muddled in my head without haha! So that's why there have been so few updates. Now I've found it hopefully I'll be able to round it up purdy soon! Please review and let me know how I'm doing! Thankies =D

Standard disclaimer applies, I don't own anyone except for Greg's family, and that now includes Greg too cos I bought him off ebay and now he's mine!!! Mwahahahahahaha! And I can do with him whatever I please evil grin… okay yeah no not really

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Greg raised an eyebrow at his younger sisters entrance. Marie's face was a mixture of panic, anger and fear as she flew through the front door and slammed it shut behind her. He narrowed his eyes, watching her, and she jumped when she finally saw him stood in the hallway, part hidden by the shadows, before regaining her composure.

"Fuck you." She spat at him, before he could say anything, stalking past him towards the kitchen. "Where are the other two?"

Greg shrugged, following her. "Not here."

"No shit." Marie shot back immediately, walking to the far side of the kitchen and washing her hands in the sink.

"Why are you so edgy?" Greg asked her, his tone casual.

"I'm not edgy." She replied, her teeth gritted as she dried her hands. She stared at her brother for a moment holding his gaze trying to keep the emotion off of her face.

Greg knew that look, had known it for years, and could think of nothing that would make him forget. "What have you done?" He asked slowly, eyeing her conspicuously.

For a moment Marie seemed to freeze, her mouth slightly open and her eyes locked with his. Then she scowled. "Nothing."

"Nothing? Sure," Greg began. "That's why you're looking like you just—"

"Marie?"

The two siblings jumped at the stern voice of their father and Greg's eyes widened as he stared at his sister's now panic stricken face. "Marie, what did you do?" He asked her, his voice slightly fearful.

"Nothing." She replied, barely whispering. "Nothing." She repeated, shaking her head. "I didn't do anything."

"Marie." The voice said again, quieter, calmer and closer. Greg turned around and backed up against the kitchen counter to let his father pass.

Marie inhaled sharply, preparing herself for what was next. "Yes?" She asked, cocky as ever, her previous state of mind hidden.

"I can't help but notice that Richard Jackson's dead." William Sanders said evenly, staring down at his youngest daughter.

"Who?" Marie asked, her voice laced with arrogance.

"You know very well who." William replied, his tone unchanged.

Greg watched the scene unfold, gripping his coffee mug tightly.  "Richard Jackson?" He murmured to himself, searching his mind for a face to match the name.

William turned and for the first time noticed his youngest son. "Well," He gave Greg and empty smile. "If it isn't the black sheep."

"Who's Richard Jackson?" He asked, ignoring his fathers comment.

"Don't act like you don't know." The three turned to see Tim stood in the doorway, Carrie behind him in the hall talking on her cell phone.

"Well look at this, we're a family again." William stated, irritation creeping into his voice.

"Actually, I don't know." Greg told his older brother, ignoring his father again. "I'm not in on your little psycho family circle."

Carrie rolled her eyes as she walked into the kitchen and placed her bag and cell phone down on the table. "Do you always have to be so melodramatic?" She asked, turning to face him.

"I am not being melodramatic." Greg began, trying to remain calm. "Someone murdered Mom, and now this Richard Jackson guy, I think our current situation permits for us to be a little bit concerned and stressed out."

"Just like old times." William commented to himself as the argument began to build.

"Richard Jackson." Tim said loudly, before his siblings bickering could progress. "Was a good friend of Mom's."

Marie snorted. "Pssh, you say good friend, I say—"

She stopped short as her father rounded on her. "So you do know. There's a surprise." He said sarcastically, advancing towards her.

"Dad." Tim said firmly. William stopped and turned to face his eldest son.

"Yes?"

"Enough."

The five of them stopped and the house was silent, save for the clocks ticking.

"This is gonna be simple." Carrie said suddenly, pulling some files out of her bag. "You all sign a piece of paper and then you all go home. Everything's been left to Greg, all he has to do is decide what to do with it."

Greg looked at Carrie alarmed, as Marie and William stared at him in disbelief. "What?" He asked.

Tim mumbled something under his breath, his brow furrowed, clearly unimpressed with this new information.

Marie raised an eyebrow and looked at her sister. "What?" She repeated Greg's question, almost angry. "Everything?"

Carrie rolled her eyes and sighed impatiently. "Yes. Everything. Every last little piece of crap Mom ever bought or borrowed or stole, is now Greg's."

"I don't want it---"

"Let me see that." William said, holding his hand out and striding forwards.

"Too bad and no." She answered her brother and father. "Sign the papers, so I can go the hell home." She said, emotion finally beginning to come through.

"Greg get's everything?" Marie repeated. "Greg."

"Yes, Marie." Carrie spat. "Greg. Now just sign the god damned papers."

Marie swallowed then snatched the pen off of her sister, signing the sheets that were handed to her. "I'm gone." She said once she was done, stalking past Greg and Tim out of the kitchen and out of the house.

Greg stood back and watched, waiting as his brother and father signed the papers and left, leaving just him and Carrie. He stared at her, slightly fearful and swallowed. "Tell me you're lying." He said, his voice softer than he wanted it to be.

Carrie shook her head. "What would I gain from that?" She asked him, raising an eyebrow.

Greg stared at her, waiting for an explanation of some sort.

Carrie sighed. "Just sign the papers Greg." She said, her voice tired. "I don't wanna be here anymore than you do. So just sign them and we can both go."

Greg laughed and shook his head. "No." He told her. "You can go. I, I can't. I'm stuck here Carrie. I'm stuck here, and now thanks to you. Or thanks to Mom, or whoever it was. I'm gonna die here too."

Carrie swallowed, but her face remained unchanged. "Sign the papers Greg."

"And you don't even care." He said, walking towards her, tears stinging his eyes. "I'm you're little brother and I'm gonna die and you don't even care."

"I have other brothers." Came Carrie's response.

Greg put the pen down after signing and looked at her. He scowled at her and opened his mouth to speak but she interrupted him before he had the chance.

"You don't have time." She told him, quietly packing up her things.

He swallowed the lump in his throat and refused to let any of his tears fall. "I hate you." He told her, his voice barely above a whisper. "I've always hated you. More than I ever hated them. More than I ever hated her. More than I ever hated this. I hate you."

"I won't be going to hers, but I'll come to yours." Carrie told him softly. "I'll be back Saturday."

Greg's eyes widened, as he remembered a conversation he'd overheard between Brass and Grissom. "You knew." He accused her, his voice watery. "You knew right from the start."

Carrie nodded once. "Sorry little brother."

"I don't want to die." He told her as a stray tear escaped down his cheek. Carrie gave him a genuine look of sympathy, but said nothing. "They'll find out. I'll tell them, I'll tell them everything." He warned.

"But they can't prove it." She told him gently. "And would they really believe it?"

Greg could come up with no response, and he wiped at his eyes quickly, trying to hide the tears that were falling. Carrie stepped forwards and kissed him lightly on the forehead. "I'll cry at your funeral too. How's that?"