A/N This is my first supernatural story, so bare with me, please. CSIaddict2 asked me to write this for her challenge, and because I love all of her fics, I just had to repay her fr all of her hard work. :) The entire team has powers and each chapter focuses on how they discovered them. This chapter focuses on Sara. Enjoy!

Beta LLK (You are a life-saver. Kind of like those yummy candies. Not the gummy version, cause those are gross.)

Challenge Must include all team members (but smiley faces from me if it centers around Catherine and/or Warrick) :) Must involve the CSI's as superheroes/heroes. (I was watching 'Heroes' the other day and got the idea)! For those of you who don't watch the show, this does NOT have to be a crossover. Just the idea of them secretly being superheroes...mwahaha... OR villains?? Could be fun! Any length.

Superhero Challenge

Discovering the Unknown

Chapter 1

The Las Vegas night could not have been clearer, but for the CSI night shift—all sitting in an overly cramped SUV—it couldn't have been a more confusing, ominous time. It had been Greg's ingenious plan to cram all six people into the car, with hope to be more eco-friendly, in order to get to the far-off crime scene. He had even offered to sit in the back, all by himself.

True to his word, there he sat, with Grissom and Sara in the front, and Catherine in between Nick and Warrick in the middle row. The atmosphere was tense, as everyone tried to control their underlying emotions.

Catherine slammed her hands to her ears. "Shut up!" she yelled, although no one had said a word.

"Sorry, Cath," Warrick apologized with his shoulders hunched forward, trying not to touch his female coworker, "but we can't stop our thoughts."

"You can try," she grumbled. Greg laughed nervously as he averted his eyes to the floor. Sara turned around and glared at the younger man, but he wasn't paying attention.

"I don't understand why you are so uptight; you're invincible, for God's sake!" Nick spoke up in his friend's defense.

"You try being shot, and then standing up like nothing happened, Nick. I don't feel human."

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"Sara! Grab that extra print powder would you please? Grissom called from down the hall of the crime scene.

"Sure, no problem," she answered. The duo had been working the scene in the victim's, Marcus White's, home. There had been a struggle in the kitchen, leading up to the body found in the master bed room. Sara had leaned over the case and picked out her spare powder when someone cleared their throat behind her. Thinking it was her boss, she turned around to face him.

"What, was I too…?" She stopped when she realized that it wasn't Grissom. Instead, Sara was starring down the barrel of a stranger's gun. She dropped the powder as she froze in place. Fear crept in faster as she realized, with the man standing as close as he was, there was no way she was able to draw her gun to defend herself. She watched silently as Grissom appeared in the doorway, his eyes wide, before running for the exit.

"Sir, really, please don't do this," she pleaded. The masked man laughed as, behind him, the officers surrounded him.

"Put down your gun and put your hands were I can see them!" Jim yelled. Sara couldn't tear her eyes from the gun. In a matter of seconds, she heard the sounds of, first the suspect's gun going off, then the many coming from the police. Instantaneous pain engulfed her torso as the force of the bullet knocked her down. Her eyes began to fog over, but just as soon as it had started, the fog cleared. Sara clutched her stomach while she leaned into the corner of two walls, feeling the blood seep through her fingers. Bleeding meant she was hit, but by the time she was able to move her hand, the wound had sealed, leaving just the left over blood. She felt no pain, no bullet hole; nothing. Grissom ran to her rescue kneeling by her side.

"Sara! Are you okay?" he asked with genuine concern.

"Yeah, Gil; I'm fine," there was no hidden pain in her voice and her shocked expression was gone. Sara placed her hands on the walls for leverage, pulling herself up. She was quiet while Grissom gently forced her into the hall, as all the police officers were focused on the now-dead suspect.

"Really, Gil, I'm fine," she reassured him. "I don't know why, but I'm fine." Sara wiped the excess blood from her shirt, smearing it in the process, to show that, in fact, there were no bullet wounds.

Sorry it's so short. It was either short chapters or a really long one-shot. Long one-shots are intimidating and I don't like reading them. So I won't put you through that torture.