This is dedicayed to all Brass fans around the globe, all people who wear t-shirts and Beci as well :P

"Shaun. We know you were at the Dicetti Nightclub last night, and CCTV shows you only left the club at 11pm. That puts you there at the time of the murder."

Brass had been working on this guy for the past six hours and had gotten nothing. In all honesty, Grissom's team had found nothing to connect him to the double homicide, but Brass' instinct told him that this guy knew something.

"I wasn't there. I was downtown at a casino with a few friends."

"Ah, and these alibis. Why is it we haven't been able to get in contact with any of them?" Brass knew the best way to get find out information was to bombard them with questions, hoping to find any ambiguities in their testimonies.

"The police are looking for them, do you think that they would just shout 'hey, were over here!'?"

"Only if they had something to hide." Brass knew this was going nowhere and that his best bet was to wait until the team had some evidence to incriminate Shaun.

It was then that Brass' pager rang. When he looked at it, he almost cursed. This was not the right time, but he couldn't just ignore it.

"Shaun, your free to go for now, but we will be in touch… I promise."

The confident smile that had remained on Shaun's face through the whole interrogation faltered for a second, before being cleverly hidden by a forced laugh. And with that, Shaun left.

Brass grabbed his coat and ran out of the station. A car was waiting for him and he jumped in it.

There were four people in the car, and Brass gad expected nothing less.

"Are you ready?" said a man dressed solely in red.

"Always, though you paged at a bad time. Its hard for me just to drop everything and come running. I'm no super hero."

There was a bellow of laughter from the other passengers, and then Brass realised what he had said and soon realised he was laughing. "I'm sorry, I still haven't got used to our new… job."

After a few minutes, the car pulled over near a run down alley. They all jumped out and ran straight down it.. Only stopping when they reached a scene of utter madness. On the floor where three injured beggars, while four more were trying to fight of there attackers.

And the attackers. These were not thugs or a gang defending their turf… oh no, they were much much more. They were ninjas.

Brass and the others stepped forward in a line, with the guy in red at the centre.

"Were going to send you creatures back to were you cam from. Guys, its 'Morphin Time'.

And with that, the whole group changed. All wore tight fitting suites with bizarre patterns on them, with strange helmets concealing their faces.

"Power Rangers Go"

And with that they all rushed forward. Each had their own fighting style. Some knew tai chi, some knew kung fu, one solely used kick boxing. But it was the black ranger who's fighting style was the most unique. He ran forward, hand-cuffed them and then read them their rights. And for this reason, he was the most feared of them all.