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Welcome to the Family

Chapter 10

The team had spent almost double the time on the evidence- collecting as they normally did, going over everything with a fine-tooth comb. But finally, after nearly 5 hours of collecting, the team returned to the CSI building. After another hour, in which they started running fingerprints and handed off their various evidence to the appropriate techs, they (along with Brass) met back up in the break room to discuss the case and the fact that the victims were Grissom's 34-year-old daughter and 16-year-old granddaughter.

Grissom waited for everyone to be seated around the table before he launched right into the story without prompting, "I met Marsha Enders-Alexandria's mother-when I was 21. It was love at first sight for me, but Marsha was…she wasn't a one-man kind of girl. But she didn't let anyone know that.

"We dated for 3 years, until, after we were finished college, I asked her to marry me. We'd been married a little over a year when Allie was born. But then, one night, when Allie was only 3 months old, I came home from work to find Marsha in bed with another man.

He took a deep, shaky breath, "I flipped. Told her I wanted a divorce, that I was going to get full custody of Allie. But she fought me in court. And, because I didn't have any proof but my word that she'd been having an affair, the judge ruled in her favour-little girls do better with their mothers than their fathers apparently."
He sighed, rubbing a hand over his face, "Marsha wouldn't even send me pictures of Allie as she grew up-she went so far as to get a restraining order on me, claiming I was harassing her. I never told you guys because I was so ashamed that I never saw it-I'm a CSI for God's sake-and because I was sure that Marsha would have turned Allie against me.

"But, last week, Allie called. It turns out Marsha only raised her until she was 16-when Allie got r-raped, and when Marsha found out that Allie was pregnant and going to keep the baby. After that, Allie was on her own.

"Marsha refused to tell Allie my name because she didn't want Allie coming to me-and she wasn't even sure that I was Allie's father, either. But Allie hired a P.I and has been searching for me for years.

"I hadn't told you guys yet because I was still getting to know Allie and Liz and I was being selfish, wanting to keep them to myself for the moment," Grissom finished, placing his elbows on the table and his head in his hands.

The rest of the nightshift stared around at each other. They each had expressions of shock, betrayal, hurt and happiness, none being quite able to decide what they felt foremost. Finally, Sara was the first to speak.

Pushing aside all other emotions, she focused on the task at hand, saying, "Okay, let's deal with all of this later. For now-Griss, who are her enemies?"

Grissom sighed, throwing Sara a grateful glance before saying, "Honestly, I can't think of anyone but the three men who…raped her/ All 3 were identified-Paul Waters, Tyler Stevens and Mark Evans, but only Evans got caught."

"Wait," Nick said, flipping quickly through the file in front of him, "You said Paul Waters?"

"Yea."

Nick gave a grim smile of satisfaction as he found the page, reading from it, "The dead guy in the living room was identified as one Paul Waters."

"Then it's got to be Stevens who's got them." Warrick deduced.

"Not necessarily," Grissom cautioned, as always, "We can't get ahead of the evidence."

"Right," Sara agreed, suggesting, "Maybe a relative of Evans' wanted revenge."

"Could have been a relative of any of the men," Catherine pointed out.

"Makes sense," Sara nodded, "Wait, Griss, how were they identified in the…first crime?"

"Allie picked them out from mug shots," he answered thoughtfully.

"So, with Alexandria out of the way, the other two couldn't have been proven guilty," Warrick paused, "Evans could benefit from it too-could get an appeal and possibly win if the only evidence was Alexandria's testimony."

"Alright," Grissom said, eyes alight with the passion to find his daughter and granddaughter, "Nicky, Warrick, get started on all that evidence. Cath, go talk to Doc Robbins about the body and then join Sara, who's going to get me the living family tree of all three men. Jim-we've got a prisoner to see."
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Nate, along with his new boyfriend Eric (a 5"11 blue-eyes brunette race-car driver) arrived home only a few minutes after their encounter with Reggie' smother. While Greg calmly recounted the tale, Reggie slowly calmed down, her tears easing as Greg's arms held her close.

"What the hell is her problem?" Nate demanded angrily, 'though he wasn't exactly expecting an answer.

Despite the fact that he'd only known Greg for a day, Nate liked the younger man greatly. Greg was a wacky, wild young man who could keep up with his sister's crazy side, but who was unafraid to be gentleman in front of other guys. His mother, meanwhile, was a spiteful, uncaring bitchy bigot who had turned on him because he couldn't help who he loved.

"Her problem," Tim said, his voice cutting through Nate's tirade before it could even begin, "Is that we're going to get a divorce."

"What?" Nate and Reggie demanded simultaneously, staring at their father wide-eyed.

"Your mother and I haven't been getting along for a long time," Tim sighed, "She isn't the same woman that I married, the woman that I fell in love with," he paused again before sighing in resignation, "Your mother…when Nate was 17 and Ginny 15, your mother started drinking. It wasn't heavy then-nothing that either of you would have noticed. But after…after Nate came out and Ginny decided to search for her biological family, she started using that as an excuse to drink even more. It was a stupid excuse, of course, and there wasn't any truth to any of it-she just wanted people to believe that she had a reason for her addiction.

"I tried guys," Tim sighed apologetically to his children, "I really did. I went to meetings with her- I went to my own meetings about how to deal with an alcoholic spouse-but I can't do it anymore. I told her a few days ago that I wanted a divorce. Last night's gathering had a double motive-we were going to tell everyone last night. It's why your mother was so rotten last night."

"She's not my mother," Nate said softly, his soft voice cutting across the silence like a gunshot.

"What?" Reggie asked, startled, as the others turned shocked eyes to the young man.

"She's not my mother," Nate repeated firmly with a slight shake of his head, "I don't want her as my mother. She can't accept me for who I am-the only reason she's even talking to me now is 'cause of Dad. And the only real reason that I've put up with all of her crap all these years was because of Dad-and so I don't have to anymore."

Reggie sighed, nodding understandingly, "I don't think she's my mother anymore either. She won't accept my decision and I can't put up with all of her insults and snide comments anymore. I'll always lover her, but I love Mom- crazy, wacky Mom who used to dress up with us for Halloween and taught me how to dance in the rain, not Betty Peterson-the alcoholic who couldn't accept her son and daughter for who they are."

Tim smiled sadly as he added, "After you guys left last night, I told the rest of the boys about the divorce. They blame me."

"That's because they're momma's boys." Reggie sneered.

"Relax Reggie-baby," Greg said calmly, kissing the top of her head.

Reggie deflated visibly, murmuring, "Sorry Greggy, dad, guys. It's just that they've always been closer to Mom then we have and she's always favoured them. And they let that cloud their judgement."

"Like you wouldn't do the same if it were me," Tim teased with a gentle smile.

"Yea Daddy's girl," Nate added teasingly.

"Shut up Daddy's boy!" Reggie returned, sticking her tongue out at him childishly, Nate quickly returning the gesture.

Tim deadpanned, "I raised my children to be so mature."
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"Look, I don't know where Paul and Tyler are! I haven't talked to them since that night!" Mark Evans said impatiently.

He was a thin, greasy-looking white man in his early 40s. He had buzz cut black hair with grey eyes and a scar that stretched across his left temple that, Grissom knew, had come from Allie.

"Oh, you mean the night the three of you raped and then tried to kill my daughter?" Grissom demanded in a dangerously low voice as he lent across the table so the man could see the murder in his eyes.

"Y-Y-Your daughter?" Evans stuttered weakly, shrinking back from the older man in fear.

"Yea, my daughter." Grissom said, eyes flashing as he lent even closer, "And your buddies now have my daughter and granddaughter. And, since I can't seem to find them, it looks like I'll have to take my anger out on you since you're the only one here."

"Y-Y-You can't d-do that! I-It's police brutality! I'll-I'll sue!" Evans said desperately, scooting his chair back from the table.

:It's a good thing I'm not the police then, huh?" Grissom asked softly.

Evans' eyes widened and he turned desperately to Brass, "You're a cop-you can't let him do that!"

"Well, I don't know," Brass said slowly, "I could just have the sudden urge to go have a coffee…"

Evans whimpered in fear, eyes darting between the two men fearfully. Both Brass' and Grissom's eyes flashed with disgust at the pitiful excuse for a man before them. When Evans still remained silent, Jim began walking towards the door.

"No, no wait! Don't leave me with him!" Evans yelled, "I'll talk, I'll talk!"

"Alright, talk." Jim demanded sternly as he pulled up a chair beside Grissom.

"Okay, look, I really do feel bad about what we did to her- honestly," he said, "About a week ago Paul and Tyler showed up-started talking about how they wanted to get back at her. Apparently, Paul's been following her for about a year and a half, since he happened to spot her one day by chance." He paused, "They asked me if I wanted in on it-if I knew of anyone who could hook them up."

"Did you?"

"No," Evans shook his head, "Look guys, I'm up for parole in a few weeks-why the hell would I do something as stupid as helping kidnap that girl and her child? I told them it was a no go-we put that girl through enough as it is."

"Why the reverse now?" Brass asked curiously as Gil stood in frustration.

Evans gave a self-deprecating half-smile as he answered simply, "I know how she felt now."
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"Okay, is this all of it?" Greg asked as he hopped out of the moving van, wiping his sweaty brow.

"Yup, all the furniture anyway," Reggie answered as she came up in front of him from the storage room, slipping her arms around his neck as she asked, "Have I told you how great you are yet today?"

Greg chuckled, slipping his own arms to their customary place around her waist as he joked, "Yea, but I think it's about time for me to hear it again."

"You are the greatest boyfriend in the world," Reggie grinned, pressing a kiss to Greg's lips and murmuring, "I love you Greggy."

"I love you too, Regina," Greg said with a teasing lilt to his voice, as he dropped his head further, sucking gently on her neck.

"Mmm," Reggie moaned in pleasure, tilting her head back to give Greg better access to her neck.

Greg grinned, nipping her lightly before pulling back. Laughing at her pout, he disentangled them from each other.

"We've still got to get back to Nate's and load the boxes," he pointed out, laughing at her wrinkled nose, "C'mon, babe, if we finish in time, I'll take you out for a romantic dinner."

"You will?" she asked excitedly. At Greg's amused nod, she grabbed his hand, pulling him towards the truck, as she demanded, "Let's go!"
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A/N Ha! That's right, you got what was coming to you Evans! You dirty slimy man! Haha lolz, sorry guys:D Anyway, there's only two chapters left and they'll be up as soon as I can get them up, kay? Oh, and thanks to my ONE reviewer, Space-Case7029! I expect more than ONE people! I mean, come one, TWO is what I expect!;) lol, just joshin' ya guys! Anyway, got to go, but PLEASE review!

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