1 I do not own CSI or any of the characters in this story except for the original ones.
"Maybe you should go home, Greg." Sara said when they stumbled upon Jeff's body. "Yeah, Greg. Sara and I can handle this." Catherine said sympathetically. "I can do this, guys." Greg told them. "Everybody has that one case where they get a little emotionally involved. I guess this is just my case. Let's just process the scene."
Sara walked into the interrogation room. Shortly after coming back to the crime scene, Catherine called Mark Robinson in for questioning. Greg was already going High Pressure on Mark.
"Ok, Mark. Why did you do it?" Greg asked. "Do what?" Mark asked back. "Don't act like you don't know.! You killed Evan Reynolds." Greg screamed. Sara could see the veins in Greg's forehead. "And don't try to deny it. I have your prints on the knife and note that were pinned to the tree." Sara said.
"Alright. I did kill Evan. But I did not kill Jeff." Mark said. "I didn't say anything about someone named Jeff." Greg said. "And I know that we didn't release anything to the public." Sara added. "I killed Evan and I killed Jeff Sanders." Mark screamed.
"Evan was sucking up all the glory in the choir, wasn't he?" Greg said. "And Jeff went to the police to try to give us a hint on who it may be. So you killed Jeff. He was about to say it was you and you couldn't risk that, could you? So you killed the motherfucker!" Greg screamed.
"Exactly. You got it down." Mark said. "I killed Evan because he embarrassed me in front of the entire school. Jeff told me that you were the nerdy type in high school. You were probably shanked, swirlied and all of that crap. Well, that happened to me. So, I lured him out into the woods, under the guise of a party. I took him down to the woods and stabbed him. And after what he did to me, it felt good. Jeff wrote the note, thinking that I was just going to scare Evan. And Jeff? I was afraid that he'd rat me out. So I killed him in the same manner that I killed Evan."
Greg pulled his name tag off of his shirt and threw it on the table. Sara could only think the three words "Get him, Greg." "Could you please read the name on that tag, please." Greg asked. "CSI Greg Sanders. Level I." Mark read. Then it hit him. "Oh, shit. Jeff was your–" "Brother, asshole." Greg said.
Sara stepped into the conversation. "And with the juvenile laws the way they are, I'll make sure that you're tried as an adult." "Oh, step off bitch." Mark screamed.
Right then, Jim Brass walked in. "I just heard the whole thing from behind the glass." He said. "I've come to bring him in."
Mark pulled out Brass' gun from it's holster and pointed it at Greg. "Don't think that I won't shoot you. Two brothers in two days. Simple." Mark said. Sara grabbed her ankle piece and tossed it to Greg, who had left his in his locker. Just as Greg caught the gun, Mark shot Greg in the shoulder. Greg fired his and Mark fell out of the chair that he was in.
"I'm going to get in serious trouble for that one." Greg said. "No you won't." Sara said. "You have two witnesses." She told Greg. "No, actually, there was nothing to get in trouble about." Brass said. "You only hit him in the right shoulder. He's still alive." "Well," Greg said. "Haul him in."
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