AN: Sorry it took me a while to update but the next chpter is here now. There's just one more after this as a bit of an epilogue then it's complete! Thanks for your reviews, I really appreciate it!

Chapter 7: Problems

"Who the hell are you?" Said Greg in the bravest voice he could find at a time like this.

"Shut up and sit down" Replied the man with clear psychotic authority

Greg was scared, he tried to be brave but not knowing what was happening here was too much. He stayed silent, and sat down as the man had told him to.

"I thought you were dead Greg" Continued the man

Greg stayed silent, but inside his mind was racing with questions, mainly, 'who is this man?', 'how does he know his name?', 'why would he be dead?' and at the top of his list right now 'why does this man have a gun pointed at him?'

"Do you know who I am Greg?" asked the man

"Erm…No, I don't" Whispered Greg still oblivious to anything

"Didn't think you would, I'm your Dad Greg, yep, your dad, and Kamie's dad. Kamie didn't know anything from her past and I don't want you screwing everything up now I'm out of prison" Said the man

'My Dad?' thought Greg who is now sat in shock at this news. "What?" was all he could think to say and yet he understood perfectly what this man had said.

Greg suddenly found his voice again and continued on "Screwing what up? She knows enough about your past, the fact that you've been in prison for most of her life and abused her when you were here says a lot…." Greg was cut off from his rant as the man hit him around the head with his gun out of anger at Greg's words. This surprised Greg and he stopped.

Everything was quiet as neither of them knew what to say next until Greg finally brought up his courage and broke the silence "You know, she has a family now, she's happy. Plus if you're here to make sure I don't meet her and tell her anything your too late. We've already met." Said Greg

"WHAT?" the man shouted, clearly angered by Greg's words "You little Brat" he shouted at Greg as he lunged towards him and smacked him around the head again

Greg was bleeding from this hit; it was much harder than before and actually made him feel very woozy and nauseous.

The man, his father, clearly psychotic started to calm down again, he was taking deep breathes now as he slowly walked away from Greg

"It doesn't matter" stated his father "You're both my kids, I just didn't count on you surviving that. This actually works in my favour" Greg didn't know if he was talking to him or to himself so he just tried to stay quiet. He didn't want to anger him again just yet if he could help it.

"I think a little payback to your mother is in order" Said his father with an evil grin and a strange look in his eyes. Greg knew that whatever was coming. It was bad. How was he going to get out of this?

The man grabbed Greg by the arm, the gun still pointed at him and tried to drag him out of the room. Greg went with little resistance due to the Gun pointed at his head until finally; He heard exactly what he was waiting for… sirens. Well. Obviously this wouldn't do well for his fathers temper but it meant that help was there at last.

"What the hell" shouted his father "Did you call the cops?" He yelled at Greg with fear, anger and hatred all built up.

"No" replied Greg, fear starting to show now "How could I?" he said, still staring at the gun which was shakily pointing at his temple.

A bang was heard down the hall as an officer entered the apartment.

Greg took his shot, his dad was distracted by the sound and in the split second from the noise reaching there ears, Greg knocked his fathers hand in hope for him to release the gun but his dad had more awareness and grip to the gun than Greg anticipated. …BANG

The gun went off, Greg's heart was beating so fast he was close to passing out by now, but he couldn't, he had to stay strong and focused, He had moved the gun fractionally as he had knocked his fathers hand and the bullet completely missed him. But he and his dad were now fighting for the gun. Greg kicked out and elbowed his father in the nose causing his nose to bleed. His father was shocked by this unexpected move and he loosened his grip. The gun went flying from his hand hitting the wall and falling to the ground. Two officers who had entered the room ran to Greg's aid but before they got there Greg's dad dived for the gun and, still on the floor he pointed the gun at the nearest officer and for the second time that evening, Greg heard a loud Gunshot once more.

Greg's eyes were closed with fear, he opened his eyes and saw his Dad, lying on the floor in a pool of blood, and he was so still. He looked up to see a shocked police officer holding a gun out which was still pointed towards Greg's dad. Greg could tell he probably wasn't very old. Maybe this officer hadn't ever had to handle such a situation; after all, this was a call about a burglary.

Greg suddenly felt very weak. He fell to the ground, His heart was still palpitating and his breathing was fast. He suddenly felt so exhausted all he could do was lye on the floor until someone came to help him. The other, older officer who didn't shoot anyone was kneeling down by Greg's dad checking for a pulse but knowing the answer.

"He's Dead" Said the older officer, "Don't worry, you did right there son, He was about to shoot you" he said whilst trying to convince the young man that this is all part of his job and that he did the right thing in self defence.

The younger officer went to check on Greg whilst the older officer used his radio to contact the station Greg couldn't hear what this man said but knew he was explaining what had happened, that there is a man now dead, and an ambulance is required for Greg himself. "How are you feeling?" asked the younger officer whilst checking his pulse. Greg didn't answer. The officer knew how Greg must be feeling; he didn't need to say it.

Kamie ran into the apartment fear exploding through her after hearing all of the gunshots. She wanted to run in sooner but an officer outside stopped her from going in. The silence after those shots was more than she could bare. She heard the all clear over the radio but also heard there was a man dead now. She was terrified that this could be Greg. She hadn't known him long but he was another human being, a good man and he was her brother. She believed him and came round to the idea because as confusing and unbelievable as it is, to her it made so much sense. And she may only have known him a few minutes but it felt to her as though she had know him all of her life, like he had been missing and now she was complete.

'I can't have lost him could I?' She thought to herself as she ran towards the corridor from his living room, tears streaking her face. Then she saw it. Greg lying on the floor with an officer next to him, blood was everywhere, another man laying next him.

She stopped still, she could hear her heart beating in her ears and yet it felt as though it had just stopped there and then.

"Please miss, you don't want to see this, you shouldn't be here" said the older officer as he went towards her to try and get her to go out.

"No, that's my brother and I'm not going anywhere" she replied through her sobbing with the tears now running freely down her cheek. "Is he…?" She tried to ask the question but just couldn't say it, she trailed off but the officer knew exactly what she was saying.

"The young boy? No, He's fine" He replied to her with a small smile to comfort her

"What?" she said, surprised by this news "He's ok?"

"Yes, he's just a little shocked that's all, he had a small panic attack, not surprising after such an ordeal but he will be fine miss." The officer said, happy to be giving such good news to her.

She walked past the officer completely ignoring his protests and walked over to her brother. She knelt down by his side and could now tell that he was in fact perfectly ok, just a little shook up. After the fear she was feeling for him, she felt the same way too. She put her arms around him to comfort him. Greg finally felt a little better and managed to sit up against the wall, Kamie joined him and put her head on his shoulders, she closed her eyes out exhaustion although she couldn't sleep, she need the rest and he comforted her too.

Greg looked up to find a very familiar face looking at him.

"Brass?" said Greg with a voice so low Detective Jim Brass could barely hear it.

"I called Grissom, He's on his way. The paramedics are here to check you out and take care of him." Said Brass nodding at the still form of Greg and Kamie's father

"Thank you" Was all Greg could think to say.

"You feeling ok kid?" asked Brass feeling a little uncomfortable by all of this

"I guess so" He replied still unsure what to say.

"Look Sanders, if you need to talk to someone about this I'm here ok?" Brass said hoping that he could help the young lab tech, he knew him well as Brass worked with the CSI's a lot and he hated to see his friend in such a situation.

"Thanks, Did Grissom seem mad that I wasn't at work? I was only leaving for a few minutes; I didn't think anyone would notice" Said Greg worriedly

"I'll tell you the truth. He wasn't happy about it but under the circumstances, he's just worried about you at the moment" Replied Brass

Greg was quiet after that so Brass took the opportunity to leave and actually do his job now that the paramedics had arrived to check out Greg and sort his father out

Greg looked at Kamie as her attention had changed to something else. She had noticed her father was the man lying dead. She hadn't looked before; she was too busy checking on Greg and didn't want to have to see his attacker, dead. But now she had seen him and although she hadn't seen that man since she was very young. She could never forget him. His face was often in her nightmares. She was shaking with fear and Greg held her tighter, and tried to whisper comforting words to her as once again, she was crying, but this time, it was out of relief. She could rest now, knowing that this man could never harm her again.