They went to eat in the local diner. Greg did not talk to Nick the entire time. When they were done, they went back to the hotel. Nick and Greg sat on one bed and Grissom sat across from them.
"First and foremost, Greg, you will never, I repeat NEVER, have free time again. Yes, you are correct Greg. You two are brothers and I am your biological father. " Grissom confessed. "I guess I'll just start from the beginning. I was married to your mother, Terry Anderson. We were very happy together. Then Nick was born and everything was great. Three years later Greg was born and we were the perfect family. I was best friends with the local butcher and he would let me use the old meat for my many bug experiments. Then one night, while I was at the butcher shop checking on my latest experiment, your mom left you two with the neighbor for a few minutes and went out to get milk. There was an armed robbery. She was shot and died at the scene. It was then that I had this strange hunch to go into forensics. I felt that the only way to ease my pain was to find her killer myself. I got in just in time to help in her case mostly because the butcher's brother was the local sheriff. I was new so I didn't get the case myself but I was the best etymologist in the state, so I still had a hand in finding the killer. Luckily we found him quickly. He was a kid named Stevie Silva. I did a few more cases, but I was ready to move on. However, my supervisor did not want to let me go as easily. Apparently, they wanted to be the best crime lab in the nation and they wanted me to help. So bad that they threatened to hurt the two of you if I left. I was scared and confused. I didn't want to lose you but I was stuck. I knew that the only thing I could do was put you up for adoption. I saw both of you through the entire adoption Nick went with the Stokes' and Greg went with the Sanders'. The only thing I asked of the families was to keep me informed of any major changes. So yes, I knew that Nick was in Texas and Greg was in California. Yet, as fate would have it, right after both families moved away, my supervisor was killed. I refused to work his case because he made me lose both of you. Because of this refusal I was sent to Vegas since they felt they had no room for a person who cannot follow "orders". In the move, I lost track of where you were. I kept looking but I could not find either of you. Then I got two letters. They were years apart, but I got them. One letter from the Stokes and one letter from the Sanders. Neither family had to send it because both of you were over eighteen. But I was and still am glad they did. They sent a copy of your college diploma and a letter telling me that both of you had gone into forensics and where you were headed. I found both of you and followed your progress. It was then I vowed that I would get both of you into the Vegas crime lab under my supervision. You know what happens after that."
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Sorry, I know that this chapter is a little confusing but I'm out of ideas that canstraighten it out.I also just wanted to thank all of you who reviewed and let you knowthat there are only a few more chapters left. I hope you liked the stroy so far. See you next time.