CSI Phantom
He groaned, trying desperately to pull himself up. He should have better than to wander off alone in the unfamiliar city. Las Vegas was the last place he wanted to get lost in, not counting the Ghostzone. His older sister had warned him of the crime rates there, not to mention the crazy freaks she mentioned. It didn't help that he was thoroughly beaten up by a slightly more powerful ghost that he usually faced. Not to mention, the said ecto-being was very durable against his ghost rays and was emancipating a lot of dark evil aura.
He'd started sensing this sort of things shortly after his encounter Frostbite. After mastering his 'ghost sense' which was actually his ice powers, he began developing other senses. Most of the ghosts he fought were emitting neutral, not good or evil, according the hybrid's standards. Evil auras, which Walker and maybe even Spectra had a slight speck of, sent a chill shooting up is spine and a brief ache to his head. The good auras gave him a sense of security and warmth in his chest, he recalled as he visited a certain Master of Time for some wise advice. The ghost he'd met and caught was brimming with it. The aches in his head had distracted him and his underestimation of his ghostly foe was ridiculously the cause of his current state.
Blaming himself for his stupidity, he recalled sensing a ghost when his parents were in the ghost convention in a huge and very snazzy hotel. He figured it was some lame ghost wandering around somewhere, but being on the cautious side, he had slipped out of his parents' attention and into a utility closet. As routine procedure, he found it, got beaten up, caught it, and now he dead tired and barely able to stand even.
His aching knees gave way; he closed his eyes, waiting for the sudden impact of pain. To his surprise, there was none. Someone was carrying him. He struggled to push himself upwards and to turn face his captor. Hoping that the person carrying him wasn't someone dangerous, his baby blue orbs searched into the dark shadows blanketing the presumably-male caretaker. The teen couldn't help but groaned as he accidentally moved his injured shoulder.
"Relax kid, take it easy, I'm from the Las Vegas Police, I'm bringing you to a hospital." The former gambler and present CSI took the raven-haired teen silent and weak nod as a yes.
"My name's Warrick, can you tell me your name kid?"
Danny coughed and choked before rasping out his name.
"D-Danny...Fen-ton…"
"Shhh, relax, I'm taken you to my car okay? I'll call an ambulance over."
The African American carefully placed the frail teen at the backseat of his car. Flipping his cell phone open, he dialed 9-1-1.
A/N: New story that I've been wanting to take out of my system and into typing… a clash of my two favs…sigh of relief it will take a while for this to update though since I'm still on Gotham Phantom and evil but top priority exams…ahh life