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The lab tech jumped again as Warrick ran towards him. Greg's eyes opened even wider with surprise as the CSI approached him. "W-Warrick?" He stammered. "What are you doing here?"
"That's what I'd like to know. What the hell is going on Greg? Where's Nick?"
Greg was blank faced and remained silent. They both jumped as another gunshot went off.
"What the hell?" Warrick muttered, immediately drawing his own gun. "Who's in there? Where's Nick?"
Greg averted his eyes.
"Damn it. What the hell is going on?" Warrick muttered to himself. "Call Brass, tell him to hurry up!" He instructed, handing Greg his phone before heading towards the house.
"Warrick…" Greg began.
The older man glanced back at him.
"Don't." Greg said, almost whispering.
"Don't." Greg repeated.
"Greg what in the hell is going on?—" A third gunshot cut him off and he abandoned the conversation, carefully making his way inside.
Greg watched solemnly, turning to see another car pull into his drive way.
"You should have tried harder Gregory."
Greg didn't look at his brother as he approached.
"This is going to be difficult." Carrie added, joining her two brothers where they stood.
"It was always going to be difficult." Tim spoke, placing a hand on Greg's shoulder.
He tried to shrug it off but Tim's grip was firm. "I'm not twelve anymore."
Tim dug his fingers angrily into Greg's shoulder, ignoring his brother's flinching. "Which is exactly why you have no excuse for this mess." He pushed him towards the door of the house. "Move."
"Marie." Tim's voice held little surprise as he entered the house to see Marie held at gunpoint by both Nick and Warrick.
The youngest of the Sander's children, turned slowly to the voice, anger evident. "What?" She spat. "I'm busy."
Warrick looked towards them. "Okay, all of you hands up."
Nick motioned for Marie to join her siblings. "Don't move." He glanced at Warrick. "How long until Brass gets here?"
Warrick's eyes didn't leave the family in front of him. "I don't know. Not long. Sarah phoned pretty much everyone after your phone call."
Marie narrowed her eyes at the Texan. "For god's sake." She muttered.
"Hey!" Warrick shouted as she began to walk towards the kitchen. "Damn it I said don't move."
Marie turned to face him. "You're not going to shoot me."
"Don't tempt me." Warrick warned, his gun still trained on the woman.
"Enough." Tim interrupted, taking control and pushing Greg towards the couch.
"Don't move!" Nick shouted at him.
Tim confidently squared up to the Texan. "You're not going to shoot me. You're not going to shoot anyone."
"Watch me." Nick warned.
"Nick!" Greg's shout after the gunshot drew his attention away from the man in front of him. "Nick!" Greg repeated again, his voice thick with panic.
Nick looked at the younger man then down at his shoulder, realising that the shot hadn't come from his gun, but someone else's.
"What the hell is going on?" Carrie questioned, stepping into view, gun in hand.
"I was trying to clean up this mess." Marie replied, turning to her sister.
"Looks to me as though you're just making it worse."
"It's not my fault Greg has friends." She spat.
Greg didn't look up from where he was next to Nick, applying pressure to the criminalist's wound. "You." Carrie turned her attention to Warrick, who was desperately trying to keep control of the situation. "Put your gun down."
Warrick paused before lowering his gun slowly, and moved towards his two colleagues.
Tim turned his attention to Warrick. "More of you on the way?"
Tim growled, "This is ridiculous. Absolutely ridiculous."
"You take Greg and Marie. I'll deal with these two." Carrie instructed.
Tim nodded and grabbed Marie by the arm, handing the gun to her older sister. "Go." He pushed her towards the door. "Greg." He summoned, as he and Marie headed outside.
Greg paused, then followed numbly. He paused as he passed Carrie. "You have no idea how much I loathe you."
"I'm the only one who ever loved you." Was Carrie's response.
"I hate you for it." Greg replied quietly.
Nick and Warrick watched confused. "Wait a minute." Warrick began as Greg reached the door. "Greg, come back."
Greg didn't stop, and Warrick turned his attention to Carrie. She gave him a thin smile, as she checked the gun. "I'm sorry about this. It's so embarrassing having people see our family feuds." She levelled her gun at them, and tilted her head, as though deciding what to do next.
"Can you really call yourselves a family?" Nick questioned, grimacing in pain, desperate to keep her talking long enough.
Carrie lowered the gun, a new emotion in her eyes. Warrick bit his lip, not convinced Nick had said the right thing. "I suppose it was Greg who said that we weren't?"
Nick nodded, gritting his teeth as Warrick applied pressure to his wound. "So?"
"So he's full of shit." Carrie spat back immediately. She paused and regained her composure. "We were a family… he wasn't, but we were."
"What?" Warrick questioned, his eyes watching the gun, trying not to cringe as Nick's blood soaked his hands.
"He just didn't fit, through his own stubbornness. There was no other reason. He just didn't want to."
"So then what the hell is going on?" Warrick questioned. "If he doesn't fit, why has he been dragged into this soap opera drama you guys have got going on?"
"Soap opera drama?" Carrie questioned, narrowing her eyes at the Texan. "You clearly haven't heard the full story. At all." Her words were spiked with anger. "He may not have wanted to be a part of our family, but he is. And he has responsibilities. If he had done what he was supposed to do, none of this would have happened."
"And what exactly were those responsibilities?" Nick questioned again.
Carrie narrowed her eyes at him. "Marie is sick." She said slowly. "She's always been sick."
"What does that have to do with Greg?" Warrick questioned.
Carrie regarded him for a moment, before looking at her watch. "He was supposed to watch for her. Watch if she ever came back. He knew perfectly well she was in Vegas. Knew for ages that she was coming here. But… he chose to ignore it, ignore her and what she was sure to do."
"Why did she kill your mother?"
Carrie's look bore into Nick's eyes and he shifted uncomfortably. "Because she's sick."
"Sick with what?" Warrick questioned.
"Enough questions." Carrie raised her gun and aimed.
"My sentiments exactly."
"Catherine?" Warrick spluttered out.
The blonde CSI was stood in the doorway, gun aimed at Carrie, her body language clearly reading she was pissed off.
"Damn it Catherine." Brass appeared a moment later, clearly unimpressed with her not waiting for him and other officers. "Ms. Sanders, you are under arrest."
Carrie turned to face them. "For what?"
Brass shrugged. "I dunno, how about shooting a member of law enforcement, false imprisonment, conspiracy for murder, the list goes on and on."
Carrie raised an eyebrow. "I've committed none of those crimes."
Catherine laughed. "Save it." She instructed, walking past the other woman towards Warrick and Nick. "You guys okay?"
"No?" Nick replied weakly, shifting again.
"Don't worry Nicky, the paramedics are on their way." Catherine reassured him. She looked to Warrick. "Where's Greg?"