Story disclaimer : I own neither CSI: New York nor X-Men. I am making no money from this. It should be noted that this story is completely AU to the X-Men stories written by Marvel and by Lamby and myself. The only character I lay claim to is Vixen (Ilehana). I have borrowed ideas here and there from the X-Men films (X-Men, X-Men United, X-Men The Last Stand, and X-Men First Class), possibly the cartoons and Evolution as well as my own stories. If I have snaffled anything from anywhere else, all credit goes to the teams involved.

Authors Note : I've been dying to write a CSI fic but was unable to come up with a suitable plot/murder storyline so I decided to twin it with X-Men. It all stems from Vixen stomping her metaphorical feet and demanding to be introduced to Mac Taylor.

Scene One

Senator Robert Kelly was a middle aged man with greying hair, wearing an expensive charcoal-grey suit, white shirt and grey tie, his thin steel-rimmed glasses sat firmly on the bridge of his nose. He was talking energetically into a webcam atop the monitor of his computer. His hands never rested on the top of the expensive mahogany, leather topped desk, always moving, animating his well-rehearsed speech. His face lit only by the light of the monitor, he was back lit by the New York skyline at night. As Kelly finally ran out of words, the recipient of the call was free to speak.

"Senator Kelly, I understand your concern but these cases are relatively isolated. These people, in the majority, want to lead normal lives."

"Mr President, these... people..." Kelly spat the word as if it left a nasty taste in his mouth. "Are walking weapons! They have already attacked several people here in New York, they took... my son..."

"Robert, please believe me, I am truly sorry for your loss," the words were spoken softly, acknowledging the hurt in Kelly's breaking voice, then steeled again as he continued, "but I cannot advocate any form of violent movement against people who pose us no threat."

"No threat!" Kelly's indignant horror presented itself in his voice, his facial expression and the fist that thumped onto the desk. He was beginning to sweat as he stumbled over words that fought to escape his lips. He dropped his head to gather himself. A deep breath allowed him a moment to steady himself and his voice. "Mr President, these monsters are nothing more than terrorists who have no need for guns or bombs. They are vicious animals, dangerous, rabid..."

"Senator Kelly!" The President snapped, incensed beyond listening to any more of Kelly's ranting. Kelly, surprised by the Presidents tone, was stunned into silence. "The bad apples in this society who were responsible for the death of your son have been brought to justice! I wish I didn't have to remind you that the report from the Secret Service states that if you and your colleagues hadn't been so keen to move against these people then your son might never have been killed."

"His death proves that these monsters are capable of anything, Mr President!"

"Robert," The President pinched the bridge of his nose with frustration, "do you know how many murders occur in New York City every year? Are you suggesting that your son's killers carried out each and every one of those? That their people are responsible for every act of violence?"

"No, Mr President, I am merely trying to persuade you of the risk they pose..."

"There is no reason to believe that any of the others will move against us, provided that we treat them for who they claim to be – honest American citizens. I cannot, and will not, sanction any action such as you are suggesting, Robert, simply because they are a little different from you and I."

"Mr President..." The appeal was lost as the President rode over Kelly's words.

"Robert, it's late and I have told you my decision, the answer is no!"

And with that, the view-screen went dead, plunging Kelly and the room into relative darkness. Silence echoed through the room. Kelly's face dropped into his hands as he tried to process the depth of his failure. He had failed to persuade the President of the danger that the latest outsider group presented, and he had failed to gain true justice for his son, his only child, his only blood relative...

"Senator...?"

Kelly's head snapped up, but he could see nothing in the room until his assistant switched on the light, low so as not to startle him. She sauntered over to him, hands behind her back and black skirt swaying as she moved her hips. She asked him gently if everything was alright. Kelly took a great breath and blew it out, throwing his head back into the headrest of his chair. After a long time, his head levelled again.

"Lisa, what are you doing here so late?" His words were kindly concerned even as he wondered how much of his argument with the President she might have over heard.

"You seemed so agitated earlier this afternoon sir." Lisa was stood behind Kelly's chair, she began kneading his shoulders. Kelly's brow furrowed in consternation, she had never been so familiar with him before, but her small hands were skilled, erasing the tension that had been building up all day and night. He let himself relax into her ministrations. "I wanted to be here in case you... needed me."

There was no mistaking her words as those nimble fingers loosened and then removed his tie, began to undo the buttons on his shirt. Kelly drew his pretty, blonde assistant onto his lap, winding his hands into her hair as she began to kiss him, her erstwhile hands stroking him and kneading his muscles moving ever downward.

A swoosh of air, as if someone had rushed silently past them, caught Kelly's attention. He broke away from her kisses, hushed her as she protested. He tried to look around the room, resisting Lisa as she tried to turn his face back towards her. They fought for control briefly before Kelly simply gave Lisa a sudden and sharp shove. She fell backwards landing in an ungainly heap on the floor, glaring up at him, green eyes flashing yellow in her anger. Kelly was too busy looking about him to notice.

Something slimy slapped his face. It was wet, sticky and a sudden smell of damp moss assaulted his nose. Kelly touched where it had hit, his fingers coming away with tendrils of stretching phlegm. He grimaced even as he eyes were drawn to a body in the nearest corner of the ceiling, face green and eyes hidden behind what looked like goggles. The creature, whatever it was, grinned at him, before throwing something in Lisa's direction.

She moved almost in a blur, leaping up and catching her prey whilst turning Kelly in his chair. A needle pierced his thigh as she pinned Kelly to his chair with inhuman strength. He cried out in pain as fire burnt through his veins, his eyes bulging outward to a supernatural distance. Kelly thought his whole body would explode; his senses turned inward and focused so much on the pain and suffering he was experiencing that he failed to notice Lisa pat him gently on the cheek and make her way out of the room. His skin became white hot and tight, his body going rigid, never had he dreamt of such agony. He was going to die!

The creature on the ceiling slapped a long tongue out again to cover Kelly's eyes in phlegm to stop them popping out of their sockets, then flicked his tongue at the window, opening it. He gave Kelly a cheeky grin that the Senator could not see, leapt out of the window and was gone.

Foam frothed from Kelly's mouth even as he tried to reach the phone on his desk to dial 911. He fell to his knees, arm reaching and reaching for the phone, stretching beyond human means, but before he could grip the receiver, Senator Robert Kelly gave a last rasp and died...