Blood Will Out

This is my first CSI fan fic so I'd be grateful to know if people think it's worth continuing.

The story has been rattling around in my head for a few months now and as I had a quiet Christmas I decided to write it down. I'm not sure in what season it's set but Lindsey's aged 14 – 15 and knows Sam Braun is her grandfather. Hope you like it.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything relating to CSI or any of its characters.

Chapter 1

"…There was a knife on the table. I grabbed it and stabbed him several times. I don't remember exactly how many. I realised he was dead and was cleaning up when your guys burst in. The rest you know."

Sam Braun's hands were clasped lightly together as they rested on the polished surface of the table and his voice was calm, almost conversational as he made the incriminating statements that would forever take him away from his life of luxury and power. His high priced lawyer sat by his side, helpless to do anything since his client had refused to accept his advice and remain silent.

Gil Grissom stared into Braun's eyes for a long moment, then dropped his gaze to study the dark stains soaking Braun's jacket and shirt. He signalled to an officer who came forward and placed a set of jail issue clothing on the table.

"We're going to need your clothes for forensic examination Sam." he said. Grissom nodded at the scarlet top, pants and slippers, "You can change into those."

Braun looked at the clothing in distaste, "Why?" he asked, "I've already confessed."

"Let's just say I'm a completist."

Braun looked hard at Grissom, making no move to comply.

"Do it, Sam." Captain Jim Brass ordered.

Sam abruptly stood up. The police officer on duty in the interview room started forward, then relaxed when he saw Braun shrugging off his expensive Italian designer jacket, realising that he was simply following the order.

Grissom held open an evidence bag, then quickly sealed it once Braun had deposited his jacket inside.

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Catherine Willows stood in the ante-room; she was staring intently through the one-way mirror into the interview room but taking in nothing of the scene taking place there. She had felt numb ever since Jim Brass had rung to say that Sam had been caught, literally red-handed, at the scene of a murder. She didn't know what she was feeling and, just as important, didn't know what she should be feeling at this moment.

On the one hand, Sam had gotten away with murder at least once before, so, as a supervisor in the LVPD Crime Lab, she should be pleased that justice had finally caught up with him, even if it was at the cost of yet another person's life.

On the other hand, he was her father and they had been close for many years, even before she had known that. Despite their recent estrangement, memories of the good times crowded her memory as well as his gestures of kindness and affection towards her, the cheque for Lindsey's education and the $1 million to pay Nick Stokes ransom.

Lindsey! Catherine suddenly thought, I must tell her about this before she hears about it from the TV or her school friends.

She knew it wasn't going to be an easy conversation. Lindsey had been going through a rebellious phrase recently and was sullen and uncommunicative, especially with her mother. She suddenly became aware that Sam had begun to unzip his pants.

And this is a good a time to leave.

TBC (if people think it's worth it)