They say he's like Grissom. More every day.

He's not. He avoids Brass for days after that.

Sara's a little sister he never thought he wanted. He'll never make her forget the androgyny she dons everyday, and pretend not to notice.

Grissom doesn't know Nick watches the Discovery Channel in boxers, yawns without covering his mouth, and kicks Warrick's thigh when he tries to change the channel.

Grissom doesn't know Greg can't sleep on his back, or that he wears those ugly shirts because he hates being a faceless white coat.

Grissom doesn't want to know.

He's not like Grissom.