"Whoa, whoa, whoa, hold up there Greggo. I can live with you as my brother, but I'm having problems grasping the concept of my boss being my bio dad. " said Nick very confused after Greg said the D word (DAD).

This time, Greg handed over two pieces of paper to Nick, one with Nick's DNA as compared to Grissom's, the other with Greg's. Sure enough both sheets had seven alleles matched

"So, Griss, or I guess Dad, what happened?" asked Nick.

"It's a long complicated story that I don't have time to go into right now

since I have to get up early for my presentation tomorrow." But I promise I will explain after the presentation. "Grissom said as he retreated into the bathroom to change into his pajamas.

"No Griss it's been…" Nick was cut short by a sharp pain in his side, which he figured out was Greg's elbow.

"Cool it Nicky." Greg cut in. "I want to know what happened, too."

" OK Greggo. I know you're a rookie so let me tell you the first rule of being a good CSI. If you let a suspect being interrogated sleep after you tell them you have evidence, they'll just come up with a story to conform to the evidence and satisfy the interrogator. And the only evidence you have is those sheets that you gave us earlier. "

" I know. That's why …" Greg stopped when he saw Grissom come out.

"Well boys, I'm off to bed. I promise to clear things up tomorrow."

" Good Night, Griss." Greg said

But Nick, on the other hand, didn't look even remotely interested in saying anything to his newfound father. Again he felt a sharp pain in his side.

"Ow! Would you stop that!" Nick said as he started for the kitchen. "Night, Griss." he said reluctantly.

Greg followed Nick into the kitchen, where they grabbed a can of beer, and continued on to the balcony. Nick went over to the railing and looked onto the warm, clear Texan night.

"All of this is a lie." he said to Greg as he pointed out towards the Texan city he's known all his life.

Greg tried to comfort his new brother. " No Nicky. You are probably the most Texan Texan I have ever known. That's who you are. Everything about you screams Texas. That will never change no matter what the past is or the future holds."

And with that the two brothers embraced and began to cry.

After a while Nick and Greg regained some kind of composure. Greg decided that he should tell Nick what he knows.

"Remember when you said that the only piece of evidence I had was those sheets, well I have more. Since Grissom blew me off all week, so I figured I should get some information beforehand. I took both of our DNA and canceled out the Grissom element in both. Since the alleles were pretty different I had a good idea of what our mother's DNA looked like. I ran that through CODIS. Our mother's name is Terri Anderson. "

"And where is she now." Nick inquired.

"Well," continued Greg, " She's dead. Murdered. And it seems that Grissom put us up for adoption after she died. Probably unable to care for us. You got shipped to Texas and I got shipped to Cali, to forget everyone and everything in our past, but to only be reunited in the Crime Lab in Las Vegas with our true father supervising our every move. But all good stories must come to an end. For now that's all I know. We'll have to trust Grissom to fill in thee blanks."

After a few moments of silence, Greg tried to liven things up.

"So when's the big day for you and Sara?" he asked feebly.

"Hey Greggo, can we wait on that for now?"

"Ok, ok. I was trying to liven things up and you love talking about Sara."

"I know," Nick started, "but I just want this family thing sorted out because, to tell you the truth, right now I don't know if I will be introducing Sara as Mrs. Nicholas Stokes or Mrs. Nicholas Grissom."

After a few laughs, they decided to hit the hay.

"Wait up Greggo. It just hit me. There are only two beds and Griss has the one already." Nick reminded Greg.

"Well we have two choices here Tex." Greg said. "We can flip a coin for it or we can share it."