Hello! My name is Ulyssa! I try to write. This is my latest attempt! A Danny Phantom, White Collar cross over. I think the absolute funnest things to write about are cross overs involving Danny Phantom. That show is just so versatile. I feel like I could put it in any show because it's just so much fun. Haha. Or well... Maybe not.

Anyway, here is my first fanfiction! Oh and dont make fun of my title! I'm not very good at coming up with titles. So sue me.

The Phantom Thief

By Ulyssa

Danny Phantom awoke with a start. Blinking rapidly he sat up quickly, only to hit his head on some kind of hard surface above him. A strangled cry of surprise made its way through the halfa's throat as he flopped back down, breathing hard and examining his surroundings. He was in a cage, a small cage, long enough for him to lay down in, but not long enough to stretch out in. The width of the cage was no better, he imagined he could probably crouch and be fine, but anything else would result in his head meeting the top in a fashion similar to his impromptu awakening. Groaning he decided to remain laying down, his legs folded upwards. Where ever he was, it was dark, even with his heightened ghost vision. He was in a small empty room and the only light provided came from his slightly glowing cage. Danny groaned again, the slight glow could only mean one thing.

"Ghost proof." He grumbled out loud, his voice cracking slightly. Placing a gloved hand over his glowing green eyes he thought back to the last thing he could remember. He had been in school, his ghost sense had gone off, and when he went to investigate he had come face to face with the box ghost. Danny removed the hand from his face and furrowed his brows, a disgusted look gracing the young boys features. Is the box ghost responsible for this? He thought to himself, reaching up to touch the roof of his glass like box. He shook the thought from his head.

"Couldn't be him. He's not capable enough." Danny sighed, feelings of unease creeping into his chest. Whoever had put him in here hadn't hurt him. Danny moved his hand from the glass top and patted himself down. Nothing felt broken, and nothing was bleeding. That was a good sign. It definitely had to of been someone capable of planning something like this out. This, whatever it was, felt planned. Very planned. Danny swallowed hard, his heart fluttering.

"Vlad?" He mused to himself. He bit his lip and looked around the room again, if this was Vlad's handiwork, then where was the fruit loop?

"AUGH!" Danny let out a frustrated cry and kicked the wall of his prison, it rattled slightly, but held firm.

"This is stupid." The halfa groused. "Either Vlad's responsible for this, or..." He trailed off as a thought occurred to him. Remembering the last time he had been in a see through glowing box. That time being when Skulker had captured him. Though, Skulker had been working for Vlad. Danny huffed indigently and crossed his arms over his chest. He supposed he could do nothing but wait patiently for whoever had captured him to reveal themselves. He scowled into the darkness, didn't mean he had to like it though.

A loud banging on his front door roused criminal consultant Neal Caffrey from his slumber. Groaning unhappily the con man stumbled out of his bed gracelessly, despite always priding himself of his class, style and grace. There was only so much elegance a person could muster at four thirty in the morning, after being awoken from a dead sleep. Shirtless and grumpy, Neal pulled open his door and stared at the man on the other side with sleepy eyes, a frown on his lips.

"What?" He hissed, rubbing his eyes. The man on the other side of the door stepped back and examined Neal looking him up and down.

"Are you Neal Caffrey?" The man asked. Neal shook his head to clear it, slightly embarrassed that he had just opened his door wide for any random stranger. The man was tall and lanky. His skin was lightly tanned. It appeared as if he had once been very dark, but the tan had faded away leaving naturally brown, albeit lighter skin in its place. The man wore a dark red bandana with well used, and scratched goggles atop his head. The hair that wasn't covered by the bandana was dark black and sticking up at all different angles, giving it a wild appearance.

"Who are you?" Neal demanded, grumpiness at the late hour pushing away his normal charm and charisma. The man smiled a toothy grin. His smile wasn't disarming like Neal's, it appeared intimidating, predatory.

"My name is, Che Guerra. Please, call me Che." The mans accent was heavy and obviously Hispanic. Che stepped forward and walked past Neal, inviting himself inside. Out of the hallway, Neal could see the man a little better. He was wearing a white button down dress shirt with the sleeves torn off, and baggy black pants stuffed into heavy duty black work boots. A dark red tribal tattoo covered his entire right arm as well as the right side of his neck and the lower portion of his face and jaw.

"What can I do for you, Mr. Guerra?" Neal asked, leaving the door open in case he needed to make a quick get away. Che tightened the coat that was tied around his waist. He wore fingerless gloves. Neal scoffed at the useless things. What was the point of wearing gloves if they didn't hide your fingerprints?

"I hear people say that you are a art thief?" Che reached inside his jacket and pulled out a pack of cigarettes. His dark brown eyes never leaving Neal's face. Neal stared at the man silently.

"And who exactly says that?" Neal asked. If this man was here to offer him something illegal, then Neal felt like he should investigate and see what he could dig up. Maybe it would be something useful to Peter.

"It is not important who says that. What is important is what I can offer you." Che smacked the cigarette box against the palm of his hand a few times, falling into silence.

"What exactly do you think you have that I would want?" Neal asked crossing his arms over his chest as he watched Che pull a lighter out of his jacket pocket and light the cigarette.

"The ultimate tool for a thief such as yourself. Though, you will have to see it before I explain it to you. Otherwise, you would not ever believe me." Che took a long drag on his cigarette. Neal wrinkled his nose, but otherwise kept silent about the smoke. Neal eyed the man suspiciously, both occupants were silent for a few tense moments before Neal relented, his shoulders slumping in what appeared to be a more relaxed manner. At least, that's the manner he was attempting to exude. In reality he was as tense and on edge as ever.

"All right. You've got me curious. Wait for me outside, I'll get dressed and you can show me whatever it is you want me to see." Neal stepped aside and gestured for the man to leave. Che smiled widely, the cigarette dangling from his mouth loosely and made his leave.

"Of course, I'll see you in ten minutes." Che walked out the door, his cigarette glowing dimly in the darkened hallway. Neal closed the door behind the man quietly, and then rushed over to his bed. Where his phone was sitting on the bed side table. Picking it up he quickly dialed Mozzie's number. Mozzie picked up on the second ring, his voice clear and cheery.

"You're up early." Mozzie's little cell phone voice announced happily. Neal made a face.

"So are you. I didn't wake you did I?" He asked walking over to his closet to get dressed. Mozzie made a tsking noise.

"Of course not. Following conventional sleeping patterns is how people get kidnapped by the gov't." Mozzie explained. Neal rolled his eyes as he struggled to put on his slacks one handed.

"Right. Well, some man just knocked on my door and told me he had some important big thing to show me. Said it's something incredibly valuable to a thief and that he has to show it to me otherwise I wont believe it." Neal explained, pulling on a light peach colored, silk, button down shirt. Mozzie was silent on the other end for a few contemplative moments.

"Are you going to go with him?" He finally asked, sounding a little less chipper. Neal sighed,

"Of course I am. It could be something dangerous. And if it really is something as great as he claims and someone else gets their hands on it, then it would cause a lot of trouble for me and Peter." Neal explained, picking up a dark blue silk jacket to match his pants.

"And, you want to see if its something worth buying." Mozzie put it. Neal smiled, but didn't comment.

"The guys name is Che Guerra. At least, that's what he told me his name was." Neal searched through his silk ties picking out simple black one.

"Ah, Che. I've heard of him. He makes his fortunes by selling things of, necessity to people of our profession." Mozzie explained, being vague and cryptic.

"So, he's not someone too dangerous?" Neal asked almost done getting dressed. Mozzie made an indignant scoffing noise.

"Of course he's dangerous! He loves to play with fire, his expertise are with BOMBS. Though when people need something to help them break into a safe, or pull a con, hes the one with all the toys. He's also unpredictable, and unconventional,"

"Which explains why he showed up at my house at four in the morning." Neal interrupted, giving himself a once over in the mirror.

"He's also more then likely just trying to make a quick sell with the nearest known thief. Which in this case would be you." Mozzie explained, still sounding irritated. Neal plastered a confident and slightly arrogant smirk on his face, deciding to play the cocky thief for his new acquaintance outside. The face dropped briefly as he responded to Mozzie,

"I'm going to see what he's got. My ten minutes are up." Mozzie sighed on the other end, exasperated with the younger mans brazen disregard for safety.

"Fine. But Neal. Be careful." Neal hung up the phone in response, the smirk returning to his features.

He counted to five hundred, he tapped his foot one hundred times, he hummed three songs, he yelled for someone ten times, Went intangible three times, and shot an ecto blast once (something he would not try again as the ecto blast had reverberated around the cell for a good minute, before fizzling out.) Until he got bored with each activity and finally just fell into an uncomfortable, restless and uneasy silence. It was mind numbing. He had no idea how long he had been laying the box, in the dark, doing nothing. Danny wondered if this was how solitary confinement felt. At least in solitary the prisoners could pace. Danny really wanted to pace. Anything would be better then just laying here, staring into the dark. The halfa rolled onto his side, then onto his stomach. Getting up on his hands and knees he looked at the ground. There was absolutely nothing interesting about it. He sighed in irritation and maneuvered his body so that he was sitting criss cross apple sauce in the middle of his prison, his head tilted slightly to the side to avoid the roof of the cage.

"Helloooooooooo!" Danny yelled loudly, his own voice echoing through out the room. Finally, just as he was entertaining the idea of using his ghostly wail, a quiet noise in front of him drew his attention. Tensing, Danny stared straight ahead, his eyes wide as he tried to make out any details in the pitch blackness. He still couldn't see anything though, there was another quiet scraping noise, which set Danny on edge. The halfa clenched his fists and adjusted his body so that he was sitting on his knees. His head was still slightly bent at an angle, but he felt more prepared in his new position. Finally light filled the room as someone pushed open a door that Danny hadn't even know was there. Danny blinked rapidly, his sensitive ghost eyes adjusting to the change in darkness. He didn't look away though, instead he watched intensely as two dark silhouette's stood framed in the door in front of him.

"Right this way, Mr. Caffrey." A man with a thick Hispanic accent made a sweeping gesture and Danny watched as a second man, who he guessed was Mr. Caffrey, walked into the room. The only defining feature Danny could make out was the fedora perched on the mans silhouetted head.

"So, what is it that you wanted to show me?" Caffrey asked. His voice was smooth and full of confidence. Danny frowned and swallowed hard, pretty sure he was what was about to be shown off. Caffrey stepped further into the room, though it was still too dark to make him out clearly. Suddenly light filled the room with a loud popping noise. The harsh florescent glare cause Danny to wince, but he was still determined to keep his eye on the new people who had entered the room, so he managed not to look away. Caffrey locked eyes with Danny the moment the lights turned on, his eyes growing wide in an expression that looked like shock and even horror. Danny frowned at the man, he seemed confused.

"What is this Che?" Caffrey asked, his face darkening slightly with anger, his eyes dropping to the floor. The Hispanic, Che, was standing behind Caffrey, his hands on his hips, a cigarette between his fingers.

"Tell me Mr. Caffrey. What do you know about ghosts?" He asked bringing the cigarette up to his lips. Caffrey looked back up at Danny, and the halfa could swear he saw an apologetic smile flit across the mans face, only to be replaced seconds later by a cold, calculating and smug look. Caffrey turned away from Danny and looked back at Che.

"I know they don't exist. What I don't know is why you have this child locked up in a cage." Caffrey asked, he sounded interested and curios. He didn't sound very concerned, despite the mans earlier expression. Che sighed and walked past Caffrey, over to Danny's prison. Danny glared coolly at the man. He still had no idea what was going on, and he wasn't about to give anything about himself away.

"But they do exist. And they have a wide variety of," He paused and took a drag of his cigarette, "Abilities that make them useful to people like you." He pulled the cigarette from his mouth and dropped it. Crushing it with his heel his smiled at Caffrey.

"What kind of abilities?" Caffrey sounded curious, and skeptical, mostly curious though. Che smiled, then he laughed loudly, throwing back his head dramatically.

"They can walk through walls! Disappear, and fly, they can even go invisible. Think of the possibilities, the things you could steal with such an ability." Che waved his hands wildly and watched Neal excitedly. Caffrey stared at the man, the smug look dropping slightly from his face, until he finally gave an exasperated sigh.

"Yes, that would certainly be useful. That still doesn't explain the boy though." Caffrey looked away from Che and back down at Danny. The halfa squirmed uncomfortably, he had never been in a situation like this before. One he couldn't fight his way out of, or one where he didn't know the people and he didn't quiet know what to do. These two men, they were real criminals. They kind you would find on the street or somewhere other then Amity park. They weren't ghosts and Danny didn't know how to handle them.

"This boy as you called him. Is not a boy at all, he is a ghost. A phantom." Che explained simply. Caffrey looked at Che skeptically.

"There's no such thing, Mr. Guerra. Don't tell me you kidnapped a child because you thought he was a ghost." Caffrey crossed his arms over his chest, looking haughtily at Che. He looked like he was about to leave. Danny bit the inside of his cheek. He didn't care what either men did, as long as it got him out of the cage. Che sighed fakely.

"Well I can see how you would be skeptical, Mr. Caffrey. But, I assure you this boy is indeed a ghost. You will notice his cage, it is a ghost cage. Or rather a shield, observe." Che turned to make sure Caffrey was watching and then reached out to touch the cage. Only, instead of meeting the surface of the cage, his hand passed right through the seemingly solid material. Danny thought about grabbing onto the mans hand and doing, something, but before he could come up with a good plan Che removed his hand. Danny watched as Caffrey's eyebrows knitted together in confusion.

"How did you do that?" he asked walking over to the cage quickly. He bent down to examine it, placing a finger on his chin as he thought.

"I told you Mr. Caffrey, it is a cage for ghosts. Not for humans." Che Smiled as he watched Caffrey stare at the slightly glowing pink material intently. Caffrey looked away from the cage and down at Danny for a split second. Their eyes met, and Danny watched as Caffrey's face softened slightly with concern. It only lasted a moment and when he turned back to Che, his face was smug and aloof. Danny made a face. This Caffrey guy was incredibly hard to read. He kept switching from acting like a heartless smug thief to a normal concerned person.

"If this boy really is a..." The Caffrey guy paused and skepticism filled his features, "Ghost, why would you be selling his abilities instead of using them yourself?" Caffrey finally asked, turning away from Danny. Danny watched the two unhappily as they talked about him like he was some kind of mindless tool.

"You know I am sitting right here." Danny finally snapped at them. He was done playing the docile captive. Both men seemed startled by the sudden outburst. Neal raised an eyebrow at Che, the Hispanic man just shrugged. "And who said I'm going to let any one use my abilities" Danny lifted his hands and put air quotes around the word, abilities, crossing his arms over his chest indignantly. They couldn't control him! He was a ghost after all. The second they let him out of the cage to do anything, he would just fly away. Che and Neal exchanged glances, but otherwise ignored the ourburst.

"See this over here Mr. Caffrey?" Che walked to the wall farthest away from the door. There was a metal glowing box leaning up against the wall with a dark cord running from the box to the pink glowing cage. Danny frowned at being ignored, and also at the fact that he hadn't noticed the box sooner.

"What is that?" Caffrey asked, stuffing his hands into his pockets.

"This is the control panel for the ghosts cage." Che opened the box to show Caffrey all the different buttons. Danny swallowed nervously when he noticed the button with the little lightning bolt next to it.

"Where did you get this thing?" Caffrey finally asked. Danny looked up at him, he looked confused. Che smiled,

"Lets just say, I have my ways." The Hispanic man explained cryptically. Caffrey stared at him like an adult would stare at a petulant child.

"I'd rather you just say who you stole it from." Caffrey scowled at the man.

"Fine, fine. I took everything from some rich man from Wisconsin." Che relented.

"What do you mean, everything? Is there more then the cage?" Caffrey asked not looking away from Che. The Hispanic man shrugged.

"The ghost was already in the cage when I took it. Then there was also the bracelet." Che put his finger on the button with the lighting bolt next to it. "ghost, would you mind showing our friend your invisibility power."

"Yeah, I would mind." Danny snapped at him. He felt light headed. Obviously this Che guy had stolen from Vlad! Which wasn't the part that really concerned Danny. What worried the halfa was the fact that he had already been captured and in Vlad's possession and he couldn't even remember how he had gotten there.

"I asked you nicely ghost, I don't want to have to push this button." Che reasoned, his tone suggesting the exact opposite. Danny cringed and closed his eyes. He would give them absolutely no proof that he was a ghost. Well, he would give the Caffrey guy no proof. He didn't know what he had already shown the Che guy, as he couldn't really remember all that far back, but he would be damned if he let Caffrey see him do anything ghostly!

"Wait." Caffrey's voice caused Danny to open his eyes. Caffrey was staring down at Danny, a greedy glint in his eyes. Danny glared at the man.

"What is it Mr. Caffrey?" Che seemed slightly disappointed at not being able to push the button.

"I want to see the bracelet you stole. Is it something I can use to control the ghost?" He asked, looking up at Che, all skepticism gone from his voice. Che nodded his head and stepped away from the box.

"Of course Mr. Caffrey!" You wont mind if I ask you to wait here while I retrieve it?" The Hispanic man asked, walking towards the door quickly. Caffrey shrugged and smiled brightly.

"Not at all." Che left the room quickly, pulling the door shut behind him as he left. There were a few seconds of silence and then Danny watched in surprise as once again, Caffrey's entire demeanor changed.

"Are you all right?" He asked kneeling down to look at Danny. Taken aback the halfa made a confused face at him.

"Is this a trick? One minute you're eye balling me like I'm a precious diamond and then next your acting all concerned?" Danny asked leaning away from Caffrey's piercing blue gaze.

"Sorry, I had to make him think I was interested, or it could have ended badly for both of us." Caffrey reached his hand out tentatively and touched the pink ghost shield, or at least he tried to, his hand slipped through it and the man pulled his hand back in alarm.

"I don't know whats going on, but can you really not get out of there?" He asked standing up quickly. Danny just shrugged his shoulders. He still didn't want to give anything away, he didn't trust the Caffrey guy still. Caffrey huffed unhappily at the silence. "I don't know whats going on right now. I'm sorry you have to be apart of Mr. Guerra's delusions, but I'll make sure I get you out of here." He walked over to the little box leaning against the wall quickly, and bent down to examine it. Danny eyed the man skeptically, was this some kind of trick or was this man really going to help him get out. A moment ago he looked like he would sell his own mother just to get a hold of something as valuable as a ghost.

"Are you serious?" Danny turned around, a difficult task in the small enclosure, and pressed his hands up against the force field excitedly. Caffrey turned around, a confidant smile on his face,

"Of course-" He faltered slightly when he saw Danny touching the walls, unable to go through it like everyone else, "Just, ah, make sure you get far away from here before Guerra comes back." He turned back around and continued to fiddle with the box. Danny leaned back, against the opposite side of the box so that he was watching Caffrey.

"If you open the back of the box, there should be a green glowing thing. If you pull that out then the cage should turn off." Danny explained. Caffrey nodded his head, but didn't turn around. There were some quiet scrapping sounds as he messed with the box and then a dim green light suddenly appeared in front of him. Danny craned his neck to the left, attempting to get a look inside of the box. Unfortunately Caffrey was crouched right in front of it so Danny couldn't see anything.

"Ecto converter?" Caffrey finally mumbled to himself. "I've never heard of..." he trailed off and Danny could here a snapping sound, followed quickly by the cage flickering and finally disappearing.

"Yes!" Danny jumped up from his crouched position and into the air triumphantly. He was free! Caffrey turned around and his entire face paled. He fell onto his bottom with a startled, 'oomph' and stared up at the now floating boy.

"Y-your flying!" Caffrey gawked. Now it was Danny's turn to be the confidante one. Smirking he gave Caffrey a smug two fingered salute.

"I'm a ghost! It's kinda what we do." He laughed happily and turned intangible, giving the extremely confused man on the ground a once over before flying up and out of the building.

Neil watched as the boy flew upwards and slipped through the ceiling. Che was right, having a ghost help with a heist would have been useful. Neil's thoughts ground to a halt. A ghost? Neil brought a shaking hand up to his forehead.

"This is all some kind of disgusting joke. Has to be." He nodded to himself, still sitting on the ground. Ghosts? Neil smiled, it was a ridiculous thought. One he would not entertain because this was all obviously a well thought out trick. Taking a shaky breath, and laughing a little uncertainly Neil stood up, just as Che re entered the room.

"Here it is Mr-" Che stopped dead in his tracks, holding up some strange slightly glowing metal bracelet. The Mexican man stared wide eyed at Neil, who was dusting off the the back of his pants.

"Ah. Che, You're back." Neil nodded at the man. Sure that Che and maybe some other people were going to step into the room and all have a good laugh at the elaborate joke that was just pulled. Neil smiled at the man, curious to find out how the untouchable box and the flying stunt had been pulled off.

"Y-You! What have you done?" Che stormed forward, eyes glued to the spot where the glowing force field had been. Neil shrugged.

"Your ghost seems to of managed to get away." Neil walked forward, hands behind his back confidently. Ready for this joke to be over with. He was slightly irritated at being woken up so early just for a silly prank. No matter how realistic it had seemed. Che responded by cursing loudly in Spanish. His entire body shaking. Neil stopped his causal pace forward and eyed the Mexican man. He swallowed nervously. The prank was over, no need to drag things out. And yet, that rage seemed pretty sincere. Neal could tell. He was, after all, a master at reading people.

"Have you let the ghost free? What is it that you are doing over there? You think this is a game, Caffrey?" Che hissed angrily, his dark face turning red with rage. The smile fell from Neal's face.

"There's no such thing as ghosts." He finally managed to mumble out quietly in defense. The color in Che's face grew a darker shade of red, and his breathing increased in speed.

"There are. And you just let one go free. This is the same as stealing and you..." Che stormed forward and grabbed Neal by the front of his shirt angrily. "Will pay for this." Neal fell silent. For once in his life he had no idea what to say. Ghosts were not real. Even if they were, you couldn't sell them. They were supposed to be elusive, things seen only out of the corner of your eye or in a blurry photograph.. Stuff like that.

"I-" Neal started, but the words stuck in his throat when Che shoved Neal away and took a step backwards, pulling a sawed off, rugged looking shot gun out from behind him.

"You will pay with cash, or you will pay with your life." Che growled, cocking the shot gun. Neal swallowed. He was confused. He was intimidated, and he was unsure. He didn't know if ghosts were real, but what he did know was that Che believed he had lost money and that that loss was Neal's fault. Which was enough information to get Neal talking. As if his brain had been kicked into gear, Neal raised his hands. He plastered a confused look on his face, though it wasn't that hard to fake one, considering he had never been more confused in his life.

"Me pay?" Neal started, looking indignant. "Why should I have to pay for anything? I sat here and watched your ghost break out of his cage!" Neal spat, looking disgusted.

"What are you speaking of?" Che snapped, but Neal could see the sudden hesitation. It gave him enough confidence to push his con forward.

"Your ghost. It broke out of your shield easily! Broke your little box thing too! You expect me to buy anything ghost related from you, when your equipment doesn't even work?" Neal waved his hand dismissively. "You have no idea what you're doing. Clearly." He rolled his eyes and started forward, walking past Che quickly. He was almost to the door when Che spoke up, his voice loud and angry.

"Mr. Caffrey." Neal turned around his aloof expression dropping away instantly. Che held in his hand a small green grenade. A wide manic smile was lighting up his face and, held in between his teeth, a little pin. "Your life it is."

And with that, he threw the grenade.

Thank you very much for reading. I will try to write more at a later time. All your comments and reviews are very much appreciated. ALL of them. I want to hear from you! More then you know. Well actually, I'm sure all you fellow fanfic writers know exactly how much I want reviews. Because in the end, isnt that what we all want?