So this is the last chapter. *tear* I loved writing this peice, it was like a comic relief. The whole not realistic thing was pretty cool too. Thank's to CSIaddict22 for asking me to complete her challenge, I'm sorry it took so long.

Thanks to all my wonderful reviewers. I love you guys. Send me a challenge anytime, I'll do my best to complete it.

Thanks to LLk for betaing, agian. You are awesome.

Superhero Challenge

Discovering the Unknown

Chapter 7

"People think some weird things," Greg commented, remembering back to what Hodges had thought.

"You should be one to talk," Catherine responded, "I get a headache just looking at you!"

"Has anyone stopped to wonder where these abilities have come from?" Grissom asked. The team looked around at each other, but none had said a word.

"Um, guys?" Sara started to speak as they pulled into the neighborhood where the crime had occurred.

The houses' windows were covered in tin-foil, as well as the doors and walkways. There weren't any cars in any of the driveways, only spots of green liquid that had dried in the Las Vegas heat. The streets were deserted, other than the mass of law enforcement cars at the end.

Grissom sped up, and eventually came to a stop next to an unmarked, black Taurus. The team stepped out of the car, and then went around to the trunk, grabbing their equipment and Greg from its hold.

With Grissom leading the way, they all walked towards the house surrounded with yellow crime scene tape. Brass stood a little off to the side from the door, speaking with an odd looking man. His dark hair was smothered with too much hair gel, causing it to be entirely slicked back. His eye glasses were covered in a layer of foil, which was also wrapped around his legs, over his jeans, and around his wrists. At the sight of the CSIs, his mouth hung open and he dropped to his knees making Brass take a step back.

"I have been waiting for you!" the man announced as he continued to bow. Greg and Catherine couldn't stop themselves from giggling slightly. Suddenly they stopped, realizing something.

Catherine couldn't hear anyone's thoughts but her own, and while she relished in the silence, she couldn't help but wonder why.

Greg couldn't see through things any more. He quickly pumped his fist in the air, and then returned to his 'professional, yet bored' stance.

The rest of the team felt something different in themselves as well, although, no one said a word. Instead they went into the tinfoil covered home, discovering more of the shiny material covering the inside.

For hours they processed in silent, unaware of the changes happening in their bodies. Once they had finished, they met back out side.

"I hope you found what you were looking for, as well as something extra," the foiled man said to the group.

"Guys, meet Leo. He has just confessed to this murder…and he was just about to tell me why he did it," Jim explained, turning back to Leo.

"I had to make things right again for this team,"--he pointed towards the large group--"I knew this was the only way to get them here. I had to cleanse them from the aliens!"

Catherine and Warrick looked at each other, dumbfounded.

"Okay, Leo," Jim interrupted, placing the cuffs around his wrists. "Time to go to jail, or the loony-bin. Either is fine with me."

As Jim led Leo away, the CSIs returned to the Tahoe, evidence in hand. Once they were all in their seats once again, did anyone speak.

"Aliens?" Greg asked.

"Cleansing?" Nick added.

"He might have just been a lunatic," Sara through in.

"Well, maybe it was both. But it sure does explain what happened to us," Catherine responded. "I don't hear any thoughts anymore."

"And I can't see through your guys' clothes!" Greg said excitedly.

"Oh, so that's what you have been using your powers for!" Warrick exclaimed, thoroughly disgusted. Greg didn't respond.

"Someone lie to me," Grissom ordered.

"I'm not a guy," Nick said the first thing that popped into his mind while Grissom stared at him.

"Either, you're telling the truth, or my ability is gone as well," he said with a smile. Nick's cheeks reddened as he realized what he had said.

"Whoa, I swear I'm a dude!" Nick said defensively as Grissom pulled the car out of park and back onto the street.

"It's okay, Nicky, we believe you," Catherine smirked. Warrick tested his strength by pushing on the door. Nothing happened.

"Wait, that means I can do this." Without thinking, Warrick turned towards Catherine, placed his finger under her chin, tilting her head up, before taking her lips with his own.

After they pulled apart--a few throats being cleared had ruined their fun--Sara turned around.

"Someone punch me in the shoulder." No one in the middle row moved. "Aw, come on. I have to know too."

Catherine raised her fist and hit the back of Sara's shoulder as hard as she could. The brunette gasped and placed her right hand on her left shoulder.

"Warrick, don't ever piss her off," Sara warned happily, rubbing her arm.

"Wouldn't dream of it. Now, should we kill Greg so Nick can see if he is back to normal or not?" Warrick smiled.

"I think I'll take my chances back at the lab," Nick said.

"Thanks, I wouldn't have wanted Catherine to pummel me to death," Greg joked; Catherine turned and glared at him.

"At least we know one thing, aliens or no aliens, we can all go back to living our normal lives," Grissom pointed out.

"I think I'm going to miss our powers," Greg mused out loud, "Who knows, we could have been super heroes, with the spandex and everything!"

The End

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