Chapter Two

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Lassiter walked over—marched—to his partner and threw a file on her desk, making her blink in disbelief. He put his hands on her desk and growled, "Where are they?"

Juliet looked at the file and picked it up, "To be honest, I really don't know. I'd think they gone to the place where we found the bodies."

Lassiter rubbed his chin, "They need to hurry back or we have to go and get them. We have a killer in our hands!"

"They haven't been gone that long," Juliet pointed out, putting the file away.

"They have been for like 2 hours," Lassiter snapped, "They'd usually be walking in saying, "Hey!" by now."

"Hey Lassie!" A familiar voice cried cheerfully.

"Speak of the devil," Lassiter muttered angrily.

"I think you know them too well," Juliet said trying not to smile.

Lassiter opened his mouth to say something, but forced it to close. He walked back to his desk giving death glares to Shawn and Gus as he walked by them.

Shawn walked over to Juliet's desk and asked, "Is he giving you a hard time."

Juliet sighed, "Just mostly when you're around."

"Hey," Shawn said, "I know he doesn't really like me right now. But we found the," He cleared his throat and said louder, "The killer!"

Lassiter fell out of his chair, "You what-?"

"Yup," Shawn said.

"What did you find out?" Juliet asked grabbing a notebook and pen off of her desk.

"Well first he likes Skittles," Shawn said and getting a jab by Gus, "Um… he's also a kid."

"A kid?" Juliet asked sadly, putting her stuff down, "We're searching for a kid?"

"Yes, and he also liked Pineapple," Shawn replied, receiving another jab by his best friend. "Gus, that's really hurts, and he's a ghost."

"A ghost, you were actually right?" Lassiter asked finally up to his feet. "I hate to believe you, oh wait… you don't have proof to show us."

"Oh we do, we took a picture of all of us eating Skittles," Shawn said reaching for his pocket.

Lassiter shook his head, forcing a smile, "Okay, maybe a little."

"I wasn't scared either when he arrived," Shawn said proudly.

That got Gus's attention, "Yes you were! You did a weird move—"

"That was a ninja move," Shawn corrected.

"—and you ran off screaming." Gus finished. "Well that's how we got away…"

"I was screaming: Gus he's just a kid, he can't hurt us." Shawn said.

Gus rolled his eyes, "Yeah, whatever."

Shawn ignored him and faced Juliet, "So Jules what did you find?"

"Not much," Juliet admitted.

"Hey," Lassiter said annoyed, "I'm right here still."

"Yeah," Shawn said, "I see that. "Jules tell us what you did find."

But Juliet didn't get the chance to tell Shawn what she found. She was interrupted by the Chief, "Detective O'hera may I see you for a minute?" The Chief's eyes fell on Shawn and his partner, "I'm think you have some info you need to share?"

"Yes I do Chief," Shawn said.

"Then both of you come with me," She said walking back to the office.

"I get to tell the story," Shawn whispered to Gus and walked into the Chief's office. Gus just glared at him and followed his partner into the office. When everyone got in (Even Lassiter) Gus closed the doors and they all took a seat.

"So Mr. Spencer," The chief started, "What did you find?"

"We—" Shawn started.

"We found the ghost," Gus finished.

Shawn looked at his partner, "Seriously dude, what I say about the story?"

"That's for talking about Skittles all morning," Gus said quickly and looked back at the Chief.

"Well Skittles are good for you, they're just—"

"Mr. Spencer," the Chief said, "Continue the story—not the skittles."

Shawn gave an oh-what-now look to Gus, who tried to avoid him. Controlling whatever was building inside of him. Shawn began the story.

He told the Chief that they found out that it was a ghost, but like a 15 year old boy. (Still confused why it was a kid) He told them they went to spy on him and he was looking around the grass and stuff. Shawn told the Chief he thought he was covering up clues. And last but not least, he told them the kid eyes matched the ones in the picture.

"That's all I know," Shawn finished. "Pretty much."

"Did you get his name?" The Chief asked.

Shawn hesitated then said, "No."

"That's all right, I'm sure you'll run into him some time soon," The Chief said simply, "Anymore?"

"Nope," Shawn confirmed.

"All right, you're excused." She waved her hand to tell him he could go.

"Right," Shawn said and opened the door for his buddy and let him out also. He closed it and whispered harshly, "I do not want to go looking for him… again."

"Agreed," Gus said, "But we have too anyways."

"Fine," Shawn said, "Bring your pillow and a blanket."

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"Shawn I can't believe you dragged me out here," Gus whimpered.

"Ah no worries, it's just me," Shawn said.

"Exactly," Gus muttered.

"Anyways, he might show up here tonight," Shawn said, "You know ghost's they like to come out at night."

"This one was out in the morning," Gus pointed out.

"Point taken, but he did steal my Skittles." Shawn said, looking outside through the window.

"Thank you Mr. Impossible," Gus sighed.

"You're welcome," He said facing Gus, "You're very kind." And he went back out looking for the kid.

Seconds went by, minutes, and a few hours.

Then Gus couldn't take it anymore, "Shawn face it, he's not coming let's go home and call it a night."

"We brought pillows and blankets." Shawn said.

"No, we'll come back tomorrow," Gus said finally.

"Fine, I'll take the deal." Shawn said dryly Gus started up the car, when something or someone landed right in front of their car.

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Danny moved sided o side on the bed, feeling hot under the covers and cold when he took them off. (No he didn't feel sick at all either) but he didn't feel right. He felt sleepy but his eyes wanted to party all night.

Groaning, he finally gave up and got out of bed. He walked over to a window and looked around for a chair, when he found on, he pulled it by the window, and he sat on it and looked outside. The night sky was clear; stars twinkled in the air, so perfect for a flight…

Maybe he could fly for an hour or so, that should help a bit.

Danny agreed with him and tip toed to the bathroom. He turned around as he was walking to see if anyone was looking at him. He bumped into a table and a spoon fell to the ground with a soft thud. Maddie stirred and changed her position.

Danny sighed in relief and finally made his way to the bathroom. He peeked out side once more and shut the door at last. He spun around, facing her sister, her arms folded, scowling and her right foot tapping on the ground with a rhythm to it.

"Um, hi Jazz," Danny said nervously.

"And where are you going?" Jazz asked coldly.

"Getting fresh air," Danny said.

"Why?" Jazz asked. "Ghost?"

"No I can't seem to get to sleep," Danny said.

"At 12 o'clock?" She asked.

"Its 11:30," Danny corrected, "Now can I go?"

Jazz hesitated and told him he could go, Danny thanked her. She walked out of the room and Danny closed the door softly after her. He transformed, becoming the Amity Park hero. He smiled and flew out of the hotel.

The night was the best night he could ever imagine. Silently he promised himself that nothing would happen, nothing was going to ruin it.

Boy, does he ever get lucky?

He landed in a tree, not knowing he was nearby the bodies. He found a good spot on the branch and a perfect view of the stars to look up. He sighed as he looked up, wishing he was up there discovering things that haven't been discovered.

He knew in his heart, that the time would come to him. But for some reason that remind him of his friends. He felt sick to his stomach, why did they have to go to California? Was his home town alright? That just only made him more worried.

Relax, part of him said, you deserve a vacation anyways.

Danny listened to that part of him, his muscles relaxed and he looked at the stars once again. Then he started thinking about today, who were those boy earlier? What were they doing? Why were they spying on him?

Danny's mind raced. Did it have to do with the dead bodies?

What was going to happen next?

His ears picked up some voices. Wasn't he alone? Was it the cops? Was this part of someone's property?

Danny shook his head to get rid of the questions in his mind. They talked for a minute or so before he heard the car turning on. Danny's ghost sense went off and right after that he felt a sharp pain come across his back, sending him to the ground.

Groaning he got up to his feet, he looked and saw the two guys looking at him with terror. Then he heard a girl scream-like, and saw it coming out of the guy with the nice hair.

But it was funny at the same time.

Then his partner started screaming also.

"Ghost Boy," An oddly familiar voice chimed in the night air.

Danny gritted his teeth, "Skulker, why are you here?"

"I would ask the same question for you," SKulker sneered.

"Well I'm not in the mood to play these games," Danny snapped.

"Games?" Skulker roared, "You call these games?" Guns appeared from his arms and flew towards Danny. Danny put up a shield and the rays bounce at different directions. Danny reached the thermos from his side belt and pulled it out. He let the shield go down and uncapped the lid, the next thing Skulker was in the thermos.

Then Danny grew angry again, he spun around and his hands slammed onto the blue car. "What are you doing here?"

No one answered.

"Did I do something wrong?" Danny asked harshly.

He heard a squeak from Shawn, "Yes."

"What did I do?"

Shawn locked the doors and tried to put on a brave face, "We got pictures, you killed those people."

Danny glared at him, "I did not kill those people and I'm innocent!"

"We don't know that for sure, we have to keep an eye out on you," Shawn replied in a small voice.

"If you want to do that," Danny said, "You're gonna have to go through me—literally.

"Okay," Shawn whimpered, "Can I ask you a question: what's your name?"

"Why should I tell you?" Danny asked coldly.

"We just do?" Shawn said, "Plus it's nice to know people's names."

Danny studied them; maybe he could get out of this mess. Maybe he could get this 'case' cleared out. He just had to play along, play it simple.

He found a plan in his head, a perfect one. "Danny Phantom." He said and took off like a rocket in the night sky.

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Was that one okay? I'm sorry there wasn't much action yet. Just like a few more and I think it will start having action.

Did you like? Should I continue? R&R! :)