Title: Heroes
By: 10th-letter
Pairing: Nick/Greg
Rating: PG13
Summary: The gang goes to a costume party.

“So, let me get this straight,” started Nick.

“Heh, like you were ever straight.” Replied Greg, slipping into a pair of red tights.

“Moving right along… You managed to talk, not just me, but the rest of the guys at work to go to a theme costume party?” asked Nick, making sure his cape was fastened correctly.

“Yes. Ecklie said it would be a good idea for group morale. Or something like that. I wasn’t really paying attention. I had an excuse to wear tights.”

“You’re so weird.”

“Yes I am. And tonight, not only am I weird, I’m ‘The Fastest Man Alive’” Said Gregg, fixing his mask so the lightning bolts on the side matched up with his ears.

“What about me? Don’t I have super-speed?”

“Oh, Nick, Nick, Nick. That’s been covered before. I’m faster than you, but not by much. Don’t worry, I won’t rub it in. Now hurry up and work on the spit curl, the party’s in 10 minutes!”

Greg ran to the front door as fast as he could, he was getting into character.

~~~~

Nick was in the driver’s seat of the Denali, trying to figure out how to sit while wearing a cape. Greg was busy tapping his foot.

“Where are they?” asked Greg, impatiently. As if in response, the rest of the CSI graveyard shift walked out the front door of the lab to greet Nick and Greg.

“So remind me again about the rules?” asked Warrick, shifting the bright green ring on his hand absentmindedly.

“We all go in as a group. We’re a league remember? But, we need to get the others to guess who we are. To do that we can’t refer to each other as our superhero names. We only use our human names. I am Wally West, nice to meet you all. This here is The Daily Planet’s star reporter, Clark Kent.” Explained Greg.

Nick nodded.

“I did some research before I left. John Stewart.” Said Warrick.

Catherine shifted her red and gold top to show a little more cleavage. “Diana Prince. So, do I get to use the lasso tonight or what?”

Sara picked up the mace hanging from her waist and swung it around a few times. “Shayera Hol. You know, I have to admit, I like the mace. Can we use these instead of guns?”

“It does have a certain, classic feel to it, Shayera. Bruce Wayne, nice to meet you all. Now, we need to get inside, I can’t wait to see the look on their faces when they see us all in tights.” Said Grissom, checking various compartments on his bright yellow belt.

Catherine, Warrick, Grissom and Sara turned and walked into the lab, leaving Nick and Greg standing alone in the parking lot. Nick swept Greg into his arms, enveloping the two of them in his long, red cape. Nick leant in and kissed Greg passionately on his lips, slow and romantic. Greg was left breathless.

“Wow. Lois Lane, at your heart out!”

Unscramble the names to figure out who’s who!

Nick: Repsunam
Greg: Shafl
Sara: Ligrahwk
Grissom: Natmab
Catherine: Donrew Anmow
Warrick: Energ Eanltrn