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"You done?" Sara asked Warrick appearing out of the green room

"Yeah for now at lest. Any news on Greg?"

"Some law firm is trying to move him along with the rest of the band to a private clinic. He can't talk at the moment but they think he will make a full recovery with time,"

"Can't talk? That must be killing him," Warrick joked, "well at least it's not permanent. Come on let's head back to the lab and start on this lot."

"Hey Nick – What happened at the hospital?" Sara asked as she entered the break room.

"Man you wouldn't believe it – this pencil neck showed up, informed us that the entire band were being moved and that Greg was included and then walked off, only to come back a few moments later and announced that Greg was staying put," Nick shock his head as he spoke still not quite believing it himself. Warrick collapsed into a chair stunned.

"So what was the outcome?" he asked, he didn't care about the band per say but he did want to know where Greg had ended up, Nick shrugged.

"The lab rat's at Palms and the rest were transferred in a fleet of ambulances. Brass is looking into the guy footing the bill to find out what his deal is but get this – the pencil claims that his employer is Greg's dad," the others didn't get a chance to respond before Brass appeared with the rest of the team.

"I don't care what this hot shot claims; he is not Greg's father," He announced with a smirk which indicated he knew more then he was saying.

"Okay, I'll bite then, who is he?" Sara asked for everyone.

"Michael Hampton, married Catherine Sanders ten years ago right after they finished college, a month before they both adopted the 12 year old Arissa but not Greg,"

"Why not was he too old?"

"No they tried, but were denied,"

"Why?" Grissom asked wondering how this could have any relevance to the case.

"Well that piece of information wasn't available, so being the thorough sort of a guy I am…"

"Not to mention as curious as hell," Catherine piped up

"Not to mention being mildly intrigued," Brass conceded "I call some friends in the CPS who managed to track the case worker in California. Strangely enough she remembered the case; apparently it was Greg's reaction at the prospect of being adopted that put a stop to it"

"His reaction?" Nick said making little hurry up gestures

"Yeah he said that he would rather kill himself" Brass finished seriously; he was met by five disbelieving faces.

"Our Greg, the lab rat with way too much energy, a passion for loud bad music, good coffee and a flare for dramatics threatened to commit suicide? Sorry Brass I'm don't buy it," Warrick said voicing what the others were thinking.

"Yeah," Brass said "I bet you also don't 'buy' that the kid was abused and that he had to testify at his biological father's trial," he continued. Again five jaws hit the floor and the room was deadly silent, after Brass dropped the file on the table. Gil, predictably, recovered first.

"Okay, so Greg wasn't adopted so what happened to him?"

"Well seeing he was already in college…"

"No way!"

"Seems he's actually understating the case when he says he's a genius. Anyway as here was already there and living off his own income the Hampton's had guardianship over him until he turned 14 when he got himself officially emancipated," the CSIs took that in silently a lot of this had turned their perceptions of the young lab tech on there head.

"Wait ten years ago? How old is Greg?" Catherine asked the room in general.

"You don't know?" Warrick asked disbelievingly, Catherine raised an eyebrow

"Do you?"

"Yeah, he's…." Warrick stopped and thought about it, "no actually he always said he was young enough to party all night and old enough to know better"

"I'll give you a hint, Arissa is not only his sister but his twin," Brass said and then waited for them to figure it out

"22? He's only 22! That means he must have been 17 when he joined here. You hired a 17 year old!" Grissom accused, Brass shrugged.

"He was 18 just, but he was by far the best candidate for the job" Brass defended

"Christ he really is a kid. I didn't even know what a crime lab was at 22," Rick stated looking around at the other stunned faces.

"Yeah, 'Rick I hear ya, I guess though that sort of background makes you grow up fast," Brass said sadly. Gris shook his head.

"We're getting tied up on the emotional here; we should be concentrating on the case."

"That's just it, Gil, we are on the case Drake Sanders – Greg's biological father escaped two days ago. It's possible that this was revenge attack,"

"He escaped from where?"

"The high security unit in California. I've placed a guard on Greg and one at the clinic where his sister's are,"

"Has anyone told Greg yet?"

"No, I'm guessing he's going to have some questions," Brass stared pointedly at Gil who nodded.

"As soon as we finish up here; 'Rick, Catherine chase the evidence we have being processed, unfortunately we have to use Bryson from days for DNA as the swing/ grave and day shift spill over tech is currently in hospital. He's not as fast as Sanders and won't analyse the results as thoroughly, you're gong to have to check it thoroughly. Sara pull up the know associates of Drake Sanders – get in contact with the prison and check the visitor log. Nick- see what you can find on the rest of the band – grudges people might have, whatever, let's not just assume our primary targets without evidence. I want everyone to keep an open mind on this one, okay?" he got four nods and four determined looks. If someone was after Greg they were going to have to beat the best damn CSIs there were to get to him. He nodded at them and then he and Brass left for the hospital.

'Rick sighed and looked Catherine.

"We better get started," he sighed and with that left the break room for the layout room. Catherine followed him whilst Nick and Sara headed out off in the other direction. Warrick dug out an evidence bag from the hospital and laid it out.

"Whoa, who was wearing that?" Catherine asked eye the outfit in shock. The trousers were black leather and laced up the sides from the ankle to hip. The top had long sleeves of PVC but the main body was black translucent netting, the whole outfit looked hardly big enough for any of the band members. Warrick looked at the bag and did a double take.

"Err… it's Greg's" he said reading the label a third time to make sure. Catherine raised an eyebrow and studied the clothing.

"What's that there?" she asked indicating a stain on the sleeve.

"I don't know but can soon find out," Warrick said swabbing it. The phenol drew a blank so it wasn't blood. They ALS over the shirt and got a shock with a goats head in a upside down pentangle appeared on the netting.

"Hmm… UV fluorescent paint?" Catherine commented on it.

"Not the only glow though…" Warrick said feeling sick, the stain lit up.

"Semen? On his shirt? What type of party was this?" Catherine asked somewhere between shocked and angry. Warrick swabbed the sample for DNA and shrugged.

"Let's find out whose it is first," he said but even as he did he had a bad feeling about the stain and what it implied. A glance at Catherine confirmed she was thinking the same thing.

"We don't know anything yet Cath – don't get ahead of the evidence," he warned she sighed

"I know- I know it's just- Christ didn't he have a hard enough time anyway, why do this to him?"

"I don't know but when I find out who did what…" he left the sentiment unfinished but his tone left no room for misinterpretation. Catherine composed herself.

"Come on, the faster we're done the more time Bryson has to screw up," she said a little unkindly, Warrick snorted at the sentiment.

Sara stared at the computer screen keeping an ear out for the fax to finish. The prison had been more than happy to send over the visitor log after she muttered words like warrant followed by 'procedural enquiry'. The more she read the more she wanted to kill the man, or throw up, or find Greg and hug him forever, or all three. Drake Sanders had been a cop; he had been married twice to the same woman, which explained the 14 year age gap between Katy and the twins. He had finally been arrested after Greg and Arissa had run away when they were 11. Arissa was pregnant as a result of her father's abuse and Greg had been so badly beaten that doctors couldn't say for sure if he was going to recover the use of his left arm. At the trial, the prosecution had shown that this was a symptom of prolonged abuse that local authorities had been ignoring given their father's position in the community. Greg had testified at the trial but Arissa was heavily pregnant by then and it had been deemed too stressful for her. The list of injuries he was accused of inflicting on the pair ever ignoring the incest was horrific. It made Sara wonder how Greg had turned out like he had. Her own home life had not been easy but not as bad as his and she knew she had issues about it.

The fax machine beeped indicating it had finished, she got up and retrieved the log, deciding to look at it after she had been through his file; hopefully the any names on the list might he a context.

Nick sighed and rolled his head to loosen his stiff neck, he had only been at it an hour or so but he was turning up dead end after dead end. It seemed the band was universally liked, there was no hint of scandal and they weren't even big enough for money to be a motive. The only thing that he had actually found in the media about the band in the past 6 months apart from advertising was an article on how the lead guitarist, Johnny Lloyds had broken his arm after racing Arissa around a rack on a motorbike – and even that hadn't hinted of foul play just oil on the track and bad luck. Nick's thoughts kept drifting back to Greg he kept wondering if this was a planned attack on him but then reminded himself that Greg was a last minute replacement – no one knew he was going to be there. Nick sighed and continued his way down the list.

Catherine sighed as she labelled the last sample.

"Right let's drop these in a DNA in A/V," she said sounding tired, Warrick nodded.

"You got it" he said heading out with a tray full of samples.

"Hey Archie, you had a look at that DVD yet?" Warrick asked strolling into the A/V lab. Archie paused the DVD in question and turned to face the newcomer.

"Yeah but there isn't a whole lot on there except blackmail material against Greg," he said jokingly, Catherine came in just in time to catch the last part of what Archie said.

"What's that about blackmailing Greg?" she asked wearily, Archie smirked.

"This," he said as he hit play. There band were halfway through a track, the camera panned over a packed hall of fans then onto each member of the band, who all acknowledged the camera in some way – albeit pulling a face into the lens. Finally it got to Greg who was in the middle of a solo. He was wearing the outfit that was now in the evidence room. It was so tight that it left nothing to the imagination, through the netting in the top you could clearly make out a nipple ring and part of a tattoo disappearing into the waist of his pants. That is until the black light flashed causing the demonic image to appear instead. The multi-coloured spikes of his hair had been heavily sprayed with glitter. Greg smiled at the camera, the smallest acknowledgment any of the band had made.

"Is it me or does he seem… withdrawn?" Warrick asked finally studying the DVD after getting over the shock of seeing a co-worker on stage looking like he should be arrested for what he was wearing.

"Yeah, I mean, I guess if you didn't know he had ADHD he doesn't look out of place but I've seen him dance round the lab in a show girls headdress before now," Catherine agreed. The band finished the song and the crowd cheered. On stage Arris turned and ran a hand down Greg's arm, smiling slightly when he looked at her.

"Whoa, what was that?" Catherine said. "Pull it back and pause it. Yeah there, what is going on between those two?" she asked staring at the interaction. Neither Warrick nor Archie responded, they just stared at the frozen frame on the screen.

"Who is that?" Archie asked, puzzled why it was such a big deal.

"His twin sister," Warrick said.

"That doesn't look very sisterly," Archie stated with a raised eyebrow.

"Huh, did they bomb or something?" Nick asked coming in and glancing at the screen.

"No, why do you think that?"

"Because she's trying to making him feel better" Nick said with a shrug like it was obvious.

"Oh well that's a lot better than what we were thinking," Archie said with relief, Nick frowned and looked at each of them individually then back at the screen, his eyes went wide as the penny dropped

"You thought that they were… that's sick," he exclaimed.

"Yeah, well, you can see what it looks like," Warrick defended, Nick chuckled.

"Oh man, I'm going to have to tell Aris that, she'll have a scream," he said whilst giggling. The others started to chuckle as well.

"You ever think maybe we've been in the job too long?" Warrick asked sheepishly.

"Why? Just because we see an innocent gesture between a friend and his sister and our first thought is incest?" she rolled her eyes. Nick laughed again.

"Don't worry, Cath, you wouldn't have been the first to ask about them,"

"How do you know?" Warrick asked suspiciously, Nick shrugged.

"Aris is even more talkative than Greg and she likes talking about him," he said before smiling sheepishly. "Besides she used to be a model, she's very bright and she's a classically trained singer…" he left the rest of the sentence unfinished mainly because of the chuckle Warrick gave him.

"Right so you happily would have listened to her all night long," he added knowingly causing Nick to blush.

"I wonder how Greg would react," Archie mused

"We're not got to find out because we're never going to tell him what you thought right? At best he would just be shocked at worst he would completely pull away from Aris and I think that would kill them both. So our secret, right?" Nick said seriously. He got a series of nodding heads. "Good," he said before turning back to Archie.

"Did you manage to find anything from the recording of Johnny Lloyd's accident?"

"Not yet, I'll get back to you," he said turning back to the screen and getting back to work. Nick left the lab shortly after. Catherine shrugged her shoulders.

"Want to go see if Bryson has got anything yet except older?" she asked Warrick.

"Why not," he replied unfolding himself from the chair and sauntering out of the lab.