A/N: Alright, like it or not, new story. This one, however, has become the one that actually keeps my attention recently, due in no small part to a friend helping keep me on track. Actually, he's been lots of help with the dialogue and flow in this story, too. Anywayz, this'll be a fun one, and, frankly, with all the little plot points I want to tie into this one, I'm thinking it'll hold my interest. Here's to hoping it'll hold yours, too.

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A tired young man finally, gratefully exited the plane. He hated flying in the crowded, commercial planes, much preferring the tiny crop dusters back home, or, better yet, his horse. Sure, he had his driver's license, but he'd never seen the point in getting a car when he could ride Yoki just as easily. He sighed, dragging a hand through his shaggy black, purple, and white locks before heading to the place he was supposed to pick Yoki up from. If man were made to fly, he thought, remembering one of his favorite quotes, he would've been given wings. Sure, crop dusters made his work easier, but that's all he saw technology as: a way to make life a little easier without overly complicating it.

He waded through the seemingly endless mass of bodies, looking for the exit his friend told him to take to get to the nearby hotel. He was told to wait in the hotel's café until his horse arrived, so he decided to go ahead and get some coffee.

BEEPBEEP!

The young man whirled around, wondering who would be so rude, when—

"Howdy, Danny. How's the flight?"

The man, Danny Fenton, rolled his gray-blue eyes. "Not funny, cuz." A strong Texan accent colored his words. "How'dja get here so quick?"

"Please, bro. You know I can make this baby move!" the other declared, patting the side of his pick up.

"Ya didn't speed, didja?" Danny asked, gaping.

"Now, why wouldja think that?"

Danny rolled his eyes again. "Oh, I dunno…."

"Sure, I've been a bit… excited sometimes, but—"

"Sure, that's whatcha call it…."

"—But I'm here, and your horse is none the worse for wear."

"I sure hope not, seein' as ya didn't ride her at all!" Danny huffed, blowing a piece of hair out of his eyes.

"…You're still on edge from the flight, aren'tcha?"

He sighed. "Eh, maybe a bit."

"Right, well—"

Times change, change like the wind, I'm blown away agai—

"H—hold that thought," Danny said, pulling out his ringing cell phone. "H—Hello?"

"Yes, is this Daniel Fenton?"

"Yeah, who's this?"

"This is Lancer. We spoke on the phone."

Danny straightened, remembering the previous call. "Yessir, I remember now."

"Yes, well…. I hope the flight wasn't too jarring…."

"I'll manage, sir." Danny turned away from his friend, who was making faces and trying to get him to say who was on the phone. "What seems ta be the problem?"

"Get in the car we left for you at the airport and come to Fremont and Main."

Danny pulled his cell away from his ear to blink at it before replacing it. "Okay, see ya soon?"

"Glad to have you aboard."

A dial tone quickly met his ears. Danny hung up, looking back at his friend. "Well, that was…."

"Interesting?"

"Yeah. I guess he forgot I brought m'own ride."

"Eh, happens." His friend shrugged. "These city folk're notorious for their lack of ability ta concentrate on more than one thing at once."

"Well, that's just peachy, but what do I do with a car?"

"Just tell 'em or show 'em your ride. Leave the car here. I'm not goin' anywhere near that thing. And I don't think they'd've left it unattended if they wanted it back…."

"True. Any ideas on how ta get ta Fremont and Main?"

"Yeah, I passed it on the way in." After giving Danny directions, his friend said his good-byes and hopped back into his pickup, taking off as soon as Danny got his horse unloaded from the hitch she'd been in.

Shaking his head at his friend's lead foot, Danny mounted Yoki and headed down the road, thinking to himself, Crime scene, here I come….

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"Okay, people. You have your assignments. Move!" a black-haired woman snapped at her team.

"Yes, ma'am!" the other three called back, rushing about to do their jobs and collect evidence for their new case.

Sam Manson sighed as her team ran around. She rubbed at her temples, violet eyes sliding shut as she wished (not for the first time) for a team that wasn't as disorganized as hers was.

"Uh, ma'am?" a voice asked of her.

"Yes? Ah," she blinked, catching sight of the young man she'd been told would be her new recruit, "Mr. Fenton. Glad you made it so—" Her eyes went wide as she noticed Danny's… ride.

He seemed to notice and rubbed the back of his neck. "Ah, yeah. I told the director I was bringin' my horse."

"Right, no… worries, then…."

Danny nodded absently, tying his mare's reins to a sign post he'd apparently deemed sturdy enough. "So, whadda we got here, ma'am?"

"Jane Doe, murdered in her own vehicle."

"Ah. What can I do?"

"Hmmm…. Well, for now, just do what you can. Feel free to ask any questions you may ha—"

Danny had already moved to help out her team. She smirked. "I think I'm gonna like this guy…."

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"How y'all doin'?" Danny asked his new teammates.

"Hm?" the lone girl, a brunette African-American, murmured, glancing up at him. "Who're you?"

"Um, Danny Fenton. I'm s'posed ta be joinin' the team today…?"

"Oh, right. I'm Valerie Grey, or Val. The other two over there are Dash Baxter—the blond—and Tuck—the one in the skull cap. Glad you're here to help."

The large blond, Dash, scoffed. "What can he do that I can't?"

Tucker crossed his arms. "Control himself, for o—"

Dash dropped his fist onto Tucker's head.

Danny blinked. "…Well, they get along, don't they…?"

"Yeah…. You'll learn to ignore them."

Danny turned back to Val. "So, what seems ta be the problem?"

"You mean besides the dead body?" One of Val's eyebrows shot upwards as her green eyes shot him a disbelieving look.

"I mean why haven't y'all gotten ta work? Your boss seems like a no-nonsense type, so…."

"Uh, yeah," Tuck said, "we seem to have misplaced our, uh, kits…."

"Wait." Now one of Danny's eyebrows jumped up. "Ya mean y'all lost your equipment?"

"Well, we usually only bring one, and I thought Dash was bringing his…."

"It was your turn!" Dash snapped back.

Danny turned back to Val. "Ya have some blush?"

Tucker and Dash turned white.

Val blinked. "Huh?"

"Your powder, please, ma'am."

"Oh. Yeah." She rifled quickly through her purse, then handed him her blush.

"Thanks." He dusted the powder over the murder weapon, then pulled out his cell phone to take a picture of the print.

The two other guys went from pale to shocked before Dash chuckled. "Heh, we've got our own MacGyver."

"…McWho?"

All three of the Amity Park locals stared blankly at him. "Um, never mind. Good work."

Danny blinked. "Um, thanks."

"Uh," Tuck said, still looking worried, "any chance—?"

Danny grinned. "Don't worry, I won't tell the boss 'bout this."

"Tell me about what?" Sam asked as she came over.

"Nothin', ma'am." Danny then noticed Dash was still pale and shocked. "Um, what's with him?"

"You probably just used some words he didn't understand."

That seemed to snap Dash out of it. "Hey! He did not! …I was just surprised you didn't smack him for asking that." Then he spun to Danny. "And how the hell've you never heard of MacGyver? Where've you been living, under a rock?"

Danny blinked at him. "Naw, we just didn't have a TV on the ranch."

Dash stared. "Y—You… what?"

"What's the big deal? We had plenty ta do 'round the farm."

"Well, I—uh—"

"Can it, Baxter," Sam snapped.

Dash looked down, dejected.

"Alright, people, let's head back."

"Boss?" Val said. "I'd like to ride back with Danny to show him the way."

Sam nodded, turning to Danny. "Is that alright with you?"

"Yes, ma'am, 'long as it's okay with my horse."

The group, sans Sam, chuckled. "Alright," she said, "Val can tell you how to get there from here. Let's go." Sam, Dash, and Tuck left.

Danny and Val exchanged glances for an awkward moment before Yoki snorted. Danny shook himself, then asked, "So… you ever ridden before?"

"Uhh… a bit. Rode a pony or two as a kid."

Danny grinned. "Well, Yoki's still a pony at heart."

Val glanced over at the horse that was nudging its owner. "Heh, I can see that."

"Yeah…." Danny flushed. "Well, she should be fairly easy on ya. Not like we're ridin' 'cross a mountain range, so…."

"True. Hardest part should be dodging the foot traffic."

"Yeah, I figured as much."

"Well, if we can get up to a canter, we should be able to clear our own path."

"We can try, but I don't wanna go any faster than ya can handle. Ridin' Yoki's a bit different than ridin' some little thing in a circle, so you're gonna be feelin' somethin' fierce no matter how fast we go."

Val's nose wrinkled as Danny easily swung himself up onto Yoki's saddle before leaning over to pull her up. "Yeah," she said, "I remember that much."

They went on their way, Val holding on tight to the saddle.

Danny grinned over his shoulder at her. "So, what's your story, ma'am?"

"Oh, not much. Been living here awhile now."

"Mhm. And how did a nice lady like yourself get ta be a G-man?"

Val chuckled. "I forgot some people still call us that. Well, I've always been interested in law enforcement. I've had some… training in self-defense, so the obstacles for recruits were easy for me."

"Well, well, well. That's interestin'."

"…What is?"

He blushed at her defensive tone. "Please don't misunderstand, ma'am. I'm still acclimatin' ta city life. I'm used ta ladies bein' able ta care for themselves, but… well… I didn't know what ta expect and—"

Val chuckled. "It's okay, Danny, I'm just messing with you."

"…Okay…."

"Sorry, I need to remind myself you're still new."

"That's okay. I get the humor, just… wasn't expectin' that response."

"Heh, I hear ya."

"So, what's the rest of the team like?"

Val tried to think of how to describe their forensic tech and medical examiner. "Well… you should probably find that out for yourself."

"'S fair."

"In fact, we're here!"

Danny blinked. "Really?" He turned to see a sleek black building with a sign outside reading:

AMITY PARK POLICE DEPARTMENT

He gaped. "Th—This is your building?"

"Yeah… why?"

"Well, I wasn't expectin' somethin' this… this—"

"This modern?"

"Well… yeah…."

Val laughed. "It's okay. The government tends to get some things right." Val slid off Yoki's back.

Danny still sat there, staring. "Uhh… y—yeah, I g—guess…."

Val sighed. "You'll have to get over this, y'know."

"Y—Yeah… j—just gimme a minute…." He blinked rapidly, running his hands through his tri-color hair before swinging himself down as well. He kept a firm grip on Yoki's reins. "Alright. Let's do this."

Val grinned, then turned to lead him into the building. "You might wanna find a place outside to tie her up. The guards aren't too animal-friendly."

Danny blinked after her, confused, but tying up Yoki as ordered. "…Y'all got guards, too…?"

"C'mon, Danny, let's introduce you to the rest of the team!"

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A/N: Okay, so you'll be introduced to the last couple members (one you'll recognize, one you won't) next time. Since I've got dialogue for up to case five done and each case's dialogue alone averages about 20-30 pages, it's basically a guarantee that this'll be a long one. Especially since I'm planning at least fourteen cases. Anyways, hope you like it! Read and review, plz!