"Oh! This is too good to pass up" smirked Grissom as he snapped two pictures of Greg and Nick with his Polaroid who, after many attempts to sleep on the floor, ended up sharing the bed.

It was the first day of the convention and he had to be downstairs by seven a.m. to set up his bugs for his presentation. He left the duo as he found them and with a note that read: "Had to go to convention. Will be back by noon to explain everything. If you two 'love-birds' get up in time to go out, be back by then. See you then. Grissom." He put the note on the night table, along with one of the pictures, and left.

It was about eleven when either of the boys showed signs of life. Greg woke up first and the shock of seeing Nick's body pressed so close to his caused him to fall out of bed. After the initial shock wore off he went into the kitchen to brew a pot of his legendary Blue Hawaiian coffee. When it was ready he went back into the bedroom and found the note and the picture. As he was reading the note, Nick woke up. He quickly stuffed the picture into the magazine he was holding.

" Where's Griss?" Nick asked sleepily.

"Off to the convention." Greg replied thinking about the picture in his book.

"He said he'd be back by noon."

"Looks like your tour of Texas will have to wait, G." Nick said. "At least until we get this whole family thing sorted out. Speaking of 'sorting out', what happened last night? It was so weird. I started on the floor, but I woke up in bed. But I had a dream that you and I shared the bed and Grissom spent all night taking pictures of us for blackmail."

"Nick don't be ridiculous!" Greg blurted out. He felt the redness rising in his cheeks as his mind wandered back to the picture he was holding secretly. Now he wondered if Nick's dream was true, if there were any more and if so, how many.

The next hour seemed to go on forever. It consisted of Greg telling Nick about what he missed while he was relaxing in Texas after being buried alive, playing cards, and talking about their future.

Finally it was noon. The anticipation in the room rose as they waited for Grissom to walk in. At twelve-fifteen the phone rang. Nick was closest to the phone so naturally he answered it.

"Stokes," he answered more out of habit than actually telling the caller who he was.

"Nick. It's Grissom. Look, why don't you and Greg meet me downstairs and the three of us will go out for lunch."

"Great. We'll see you there." Nick said as he hung up the phone. He figured this would be a good time to play the older brother.

"Who was it?" Greg asked eagerly.

"Oh, that. It was just Manson. He said he wants to meet us downstairs ASAP."

But before Nick could finish. Greg was out the door and waiting for the elevator.

"Yo Greggo! Wait up!" Nick called to him.

"I can't Nick. I gotta go. I gotta see what he wants."

"You still have to wait for the elevator." Nick told him. That's when he decided to expand on his lie. "He already told me what he wants, too. He wants you and that Eric guy to be twins in his new music video." Nick decided to stop there out of fear that Greg might explode.

"He wants ME to be in HIS music video!"

Greg looked like a kid on Christmas morning. Nick was glad no one else was in the elevator.

"He's over there." Nick said pointing when they finally got downstairs.

Greg ran in the direction that Nick pointed but stopped so suddenly that it looked as if he ran into an invisible wall.

"That's not MANSON! That's only GRISSOM!"

"Nice to see you too, Greg."

"NICK! If I were you I'd run because when I catch you, your gonna wish you had stayed in that box!" Greg bellowed as he lunged at Nick.

Grissom intercepted Greg and held him back while Nick tried to keep himself from falling over with laughter. Grissom knew he had to stop this before he was working a murder in Texas.

" O.K. That's it. Nick stop laughing at Greg. Greg don't kill Nick. Come on. I'm starved. Let's get something to eat."