Lucky you guys...two chapters in a row.
Now, Catherine wrapped up everybody on the team. Would you like to see a wrap up chapter of them figuring out where the powers came from? Or should I just leave it as this? Let me know soon, because if you do, I need to get cracking on an idea.
Beta: LLK
Superhero Challenge
Discovering the Unknown
Chapter 6
"I'm so sorry, Nicky," Catherine apologized, sitting up and facing the Texan, "I didn't know how to tell you that she was all in your head."
"It's fine, Catherine. It just freaked me out a bit, that's all," Nick responded.
"You. See. Dead. People." Greg said incredulously, dragging out each word. Nick nodded.
"It's too bad nothing they told you could hold up in court. Even getting all of the answers directly from the victim and looking for specific evidence to support it would allow for reasonable doubt," Grissom explained. Catherine doubled over in pain, groaning and holding her head. Warrick, gently as he could, put his hand on her back.
"What's wrong?" he asked worriedly. Catherine sat up.
"You people and your damn thoughts!" she explained, "Each one of you, at the same time, instantly thought of numerous ways the Grissom was right. Not only was that overwhelmingly loud in my head, but it was an insane amount of disappointment." The rest of the group seemed confused.
"That many people should not tell Grissom he is right all at once. His small ego might overflow," she elaborated. The SUV's inhabitants burst out with laughter.
"You know, Catherine, I think your ability is quite useful also," Grissom complimented.
"Not when you are walking around the lab," Catherine countered.
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Catherine had just gotten back from her scene and was in the middle of dropping off evidence to Trace, for some reason, Hodges was in an odd mood.
"Just leave your addition to my work induced suicide on the table," he sighed as she walked in. Catherine frowned in confusion, but she didn't want an explanation.
"No problem," she said, her voice causing Hodges to turn around, "Just an unknown substance on a spoon that I found lodged in a vic's throat.
"I'd like to stick something down your throat."
Catherine froze. She had heard his comment, clear as day, but Hodges' lips didn't move.
"I'm sorry?" she asked.
"I didn't say anything," Hodges replied.
"Then what did you say about my throat?" she asked him, one eyebrow raised.
"Nothing. I didn't say anything," Hodges said quickly, not looking her in the eyes. Catherine turned to leave.
"She's in my head now?" She heard him scream to himself. Despite the situation, she smiled to herself and continued out of the room. Catherine started to walk down the busy hall and instantly she could hear voices coming from everywhere.
"Note to self: Call Mom."
"How am I supposed to tell my wife?"
"When's lunch?"
None of the voices came and went like the people they were seemingly coming from as they past Catherine in the hall.
"Check prints, then go after perps."
"Did I leave the stove on? Nah, but I did forget to feed Whiskers?"
"I'm gonna kill him, I think I'm really gonna do it this time."
Catherine hurried the rest of the way to the DNA lab, determined to get out of the noise. She had a feeling she knew what was going on, she just didn't want to admit it.
"Hey," Catherine greeted the lab tech and other CSI in the room.
"Hey, Cath," Greg said while Wendy smiled and went back to work. Greg looked nervous about being in the same room as the two women.
"This won't end well." Catherine heard Greg say; although his mouth hadn't moved. Her suspicions were quickly being confirmed.
"So did you get anything from that swab?" Catherine asked Wendy, directing her attention on the lab tech.
"There was no hits in CODIS. Sorry."
Catherine could hear Wendy try and rack her brain for something that would be useful in the case.
"It's fine, Wendy. Thanks for the help," she said with a half smile. Catherine turned and left the room, knowing Greg was just behind her, a full out grin plastered on her face as she heard what Greg was thinking. She couldn't help it; he was yelling at himself for looking down.
The grin slipped off her face as she realized the massive headache that had crept up on her. Catherine walked towards the break room and Greg turned the other way. She walked straight to the freezer and pulled out an ice pack. She then laid on the couch and placed it on her forehead.
So I hear thoughts, Catherine told herself. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't figure out why this sudden…ability had come upon her. Soon she drifted off, only to be woken up a few minutes later by her cell phone ringing. Catherine stood and walked out of the room, bracing herself for the thoughts she would have to face.
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