A/N: I know, I shouldn't, but too bad! ZOMG, this series is already moving. I'm on the second book of writing, and I'll probably be starting the third before I get done typing the third chapter! Though, to warn you, some of this might be short. It'll be up to you guys if I put them all in one "story" on here or separate them.

And a quick little comment: PHANTOM PLANET ROCKED!!! Thankiez to LuckyWinters who posted it on Livevideo!

Also: I do not own Scooby Doo or Danny Phantom. The latter belongs to the all-powerful Butch Hartman. He shall rule the world. Or the Danny Phantom-verse, whichever comes first.

So, here be R34P3R (1337 for REAPER) Book One: Hidden Death!

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"Excuse me, sir?" one of Lancer's best agents, the violet-haired, violet-eyed Sam(antha) Manson said, her head appearing in the doorway. "Someone's here to see you."

Lancer looked up, quirking a dark brown eyebrow. No one ever came in at this time of day. "Uh, okay. Send him in."

Her head ducked back out, most likely to tell the person to go in. Sure enough, a moment later a lanky, tall man stepped inside, carrying a large box. He had dark blue hair kept back by a thick red headband that had a gold dragon ring in the front. He looked up at Lancer, locking bright blue eyes on his face. "Um," he said, unsure, "are you Mr. Lancer?"

"Yes, I am."

"Well, uh, I was told I was to check in here?"

"For what?"

The man blinked. "Uh, where to unpack."

"Un—why?"

"B—Because I'm being transferred in."

"What? From where?"

"Uh, Madison, Wisconsin, sir."

"How did I not hear about this?"

"I—I dunno, they were s'posed to have told you!"

"Who was in charge of handling this?"

"M—Vlad Masters, sir."

"Masters? Isn't he the head of the Wisconsin branch?"

"Yessir, he is."

"Well, why didn't he inform me?"

"I—I dunno! He said he'd gone over everything!"

Lancer ceased his pacing to stare the man in the eye. His blue eyes were covered by his bangs, making him look shy. "Who are you?"

"D—Daniel R—Ryder, sir."

"Relationship to Masters?"

"S—Sir, he's my uncle."

"Really? Who were your parents?"

"J—Jack and Maddie R—Ryder, sir."

"But he's—"

"It was a very distant relation, sir."

"…I see. Your reason for leaving?"

Daniel seemed to wince. "That's—it's a long story, sir, one I'm sure you don't want to hear, given the fact you're looking for any reason to send me back there."

"Well, you—" Lancer stopped, turning to stare at the other man. "How'd you guess that?"

"I've—I've always been good at reading people, sir, at least most the time."

"…I see…."

"Uh, sir?" Sam's head was back, poking in the door. She looked nervous.

"Yes?"

"There's been a murder downtown. They want us to check it out ASAP."

"Right. Ryder!" Daniel jumped. "You'll have to tag along. Can't leave you alone here. Stick with Lieutenant Manson unless I tell you otherwise, got it?"

"Uh, y—yessir."

"Manson, gather Foley and the team, let's go."

"Right, sire," Sam said, her eyes staying on the other man's form. He blushed and ducked his head.

Something was off about him….

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Tucker Foley ran back to tell their chief what he'd seen. His black hair had been uncovered as he ran, a red hat flying off. His blue-green eyes were hidden as the sun reflected off his glasses. "Sir, someone did a number on 'er."

"Who's the vic, Foley?" Lancer asked.

"Jane Doe. No ID on her, anywhere."

"Who's room was it?"

"A Jazmine Smith. The other witnesses say she's not the vic."

Daniel let out the breath he didn't know he'd been holding. It's not Jazz….

"Manson, Foley, and Grey, you three check around for evidence."

"What about Ryder, sir?"

Lancer glanced at Daniel, who was trying to calm down. "Ryder!"

He jumped. "S—Sir?"

"How old are you?"

Daniel winced again. "I—I turned nineteen a few weeks ago."

Lancer gave him a withering look before speaking. "Manson, stay with him. I'll go with Foley and Grey."

The three went into the building, and Sam was stuck glaring at Daniel, who was still jumpy.

"First crime scene, huh?" she asked smugly, watching the young man shake slightly.

"N—No, just—I know people who live there."

"I see. Who do you know?"

"…Jazmine Smith."

"The owner of the apartment?"

"Y—Yes…ma'am."

Sam glared again. "I'm not the one in charge, so don't try buttering me up."

"S—Sorry. D—Did they say what the vic looked like?"

"Yeah. Red hair, brown eyes, freckles, tall. Why?"

"C—Can I call someone? I needa check something."

"…Do you know the vic?"

"N—No, I just wanna check in with Jazmine."

"…Okay. But hurry!"

Daniel ran off immediately. When he was a block away, he pulled out a cell phone and dialed, not noticing as Sam followed him. Pressing it to his ear, he started a mantra of "Please pick up, please pick up".

"Hello, you've reached Jazmine Smith. I'm not available right now, so leave a message, and I'll get back to you later."

"Kuso!" Daniel screamed into the phone. "Jazz, I know you're there! I know what happened to Jack!"

"D—Danny?" a cracking voice said.

"Jazz, please, what happened?"

"Oh, Danny! I was right there, but I couldn't stop them!"

"Who, Jazz?"

"I—I couldn't see them, well, only one…."

"Who?"

"H—He was fighting me, trying to keep me busy while they—they—Danny, they shot her through the stomach!"

"Who?"

"I—It was… oh, Danny, it was Plasmius!"

"Wha—? N—No, it can't have…."

"Danny, he turned on us."

"No, he—he—"

"Danny, I was there, I saw him. I was fighting against him! It. Was. Plasmius."

"Jazz, I—I… I lived with him, Jazz. Why turn now?"

"How should I know? Ask him, ask the fruitloop."

"I—okay. I will. Jazz, please… be careful."

"You, too, … little brother."

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Daniel had just walked back when Lancer and the others came out. He went straight up to Lancer, saying, "Please let me see the scene."

Lancer stared him down before nodding. "Alright. Come with me and don't touch anything."

"Right. Thank you, sir."

Lancer led him up to the room, stopping in front of the door. "It was pretty vicious, you know."

"I understand, sir."

Seeing Daniel wouldn't give up, Lancer nodded again. "…Alright." He opened the door and let Daniel inside.

The minute he walked in, he could feel it everywhere. Something wasn't right about this scene. As long as he could remember, Daniel had never been wrong about something like this.

He looked over everything, the feeling never leaving. He saw the blood all over the walls, the smashed pictures, the knocked-over furniture….

The body. The bloody body with a hole in its stomach. If anyone who didn't understand looked at this, they'd say—

"It looks like a missile went through-and-through, the disappeared," Lancer said when he saw where Daniel was looking.

"It looks that way, doesn't it?"

Lancer noticed the way Daniel was studying the scene. "You're doing pretty well for your first crime scene."

Daniel shook his head, not letting his eyes leave the bookshelf he was staring at. "It's not my first scene."

Lancer blinked. "It's… not?"

"No. I've seen a lot worse in Wisconsin."

"Really? I wouldn't expect that."

"Yeah, trouble seems to follow me." Daniel walked over to the bookcase, running a finger through the air in front of the books and looking over the titles. He paused, finger pointing at one small, leather-bound book. Without looking away, he called, "Do you have any gloves, sir?"

Lancer blinked again. "Yes."

"Hand me one."

Lancer tossed one to him, and Daniel pulled it on quickly. Then, he grabbed the book, wedging it out from between two large ones. He suddenly disappeared as the bookshelf spun around. Lancer stared for a second before calling out, "Daniel?"

No response.

Lancer pulled out his cell phone, calling Sam immediately.

"Hello?"

"Sam, we've got a problem."

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"So, he just disappeared?"

"The bookshelf spun around, like something you'd see in Scooby Doo."

"Did something trigger it?"

"He pulled a book out."

Sam inspected the shelf. "All these books are on psychology."

"Look for a small, leather-bound book."

"…I'm not touching it!"

"You don't have to, just find it."

She continued to look, a minute later calling out, "Found it!" She was pointing at a book labeled The Three Wonders of the Ghost Zone by Camarin Workowski.

Valerie walked over, about to pull it out.

"Wait!" Lancer called. She turned to him, an eyebrow raised. "Ryder's not responding. Something could've happened to him. …Be careful."

She nodded, pulling the book out and jumping backwards. She just barely made it, falling back as it turned. It continued to spin, the book having been completely removed this time. Finally it stopped sideways, leaving two pathways to… whatever was behind the shelf.

Valerie and Sam nodded to each other, pulling out their guns as they each took one of the paths. Tucker and lancer followed behind. A moment later, the girls gasped loudly and called back, "Get the EMT over here, STAT!"

Tucker nodded, dialing as quickly as he could while Lancer walked forward to see what was wrong. He gaped at the site.

Daniel was on the ground in a dungeon-like room. His head was tilted to the left, showing a matted spot where he had hit it against a rock. Blood was pooling around him even as Sam worked to cover the injury.

"W—We shouldn't move him until the meds get here," Lancer said, still in shock.

"Good, we wouldn't be able to, anyway," Valerie replied. "Someone cuffed him to the rocks. They were planning for someone to be here."

"Yeah, but who?"

"I think Daniel might know," Sam said suddenly. "When I described the vic to him, he started freaking out, then left to call someone. I followed him and listened in. He asked who had done it several times, then got really quiet. Said something about living with him. That's all I heard."

"So, he knows the vic, the owner of the apartment, and the perp." Lancer looked around at them. "Anyone else think we're missing something here?"

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A/N: There's your first chappy! And on this series, I'm already writing the first part of book three, so updates should come pretty steadily. Well, so long as I can find time to type. ; So, read and review, y'all! Byez!