She'd been a ghost-getter for a while now and after Jazz had been repeatedly unwelcome to join Danny and his friends with ghost fighting, she decided to do what she was good at, studying!

So one night she approached Danny and asked to see the notes he had gathered on the ghosts.

"Why? You going to actually learn their names now?" Danny replied with a bit of a smirk.

Jerk. "No! Well yes, I mean-" she let out a bit of a frustrated yell. "Danny would you stop being so difficult! I'm just trying to help! I know you don't really want me out there fighting with you-"

"Oh you noticed?" he interrupted sarcastically.

The sister took a deep breath to keep from yelling at her little brother, "Is there something wrong? You're a bit more hostile than usual. I thought we were getting along now?" She really was doing her very best to be understanding. She knew he's still young and tends be a bit emotional sometimes.

He sighed, "Ah I'm sorry Jazz, it's just the ghosts have been really persistent lately and I hardly get any sleep anymore. I didn't mean to snap at you."

"Oh," it was very refreshing to get straight answers out of him, and she was sure it was good for him to have someone to be honest with. "Want to talk more in your room?" Jazz suggested.

He simply nodded and led the way.

The red-headed girl took a seat in his rolling desk chair and let him have the bed, "So it sounds to me like you need to vent, what's going on little brother?"

Danny let a small smile escape his lips, "Well I guess I've just been super busy you know? It's like every five minutes my ghost sense goes off and I have to run off and go ghost. Life would be so much easier for me if I didn't have to do it, but that doesn't mean the ghosts would be gone." He flopped back on his bed and let out a deep sigh. "Sometimes I wi-" he snapped his mouth shut and perked up looking around to check around as if to see that no one was listening and continued. "I would really like to take a day off, but I know I can't." he finished with his shoulders slumping in a mix of defeat and relaxation.

Despite her above average intelligence she was a tad confused at his actions, "Why'd you do that?" I asked ever curious.

He was a tad confused so she clarified. "You changed your sentence. You were going to say wi-"

Danny then jumped up from the bed and clamped his hands over her mouth. "Shhh! Don't say that word! She might hear you!"

Jazz removed his hands slightly annoyed, "Who will?"

Danny sighed and gently pushed her aside so he could log on to his computer. He opened his ghost files and clicked on the image of a female ghost then pointed, "Her."

She scooted the chair back and read the notes:

Name: Desiree, the Wishing Ghost

Main powers: grants wishes to anyone who says "I wish".

-Also the more wishes she grants the more powerful she gets! Do Not Wish unless it is to defeat her!

Times fought: 3

Other: She was a harem girl that got her hearts desire, her own kingdom. Then the Sultans jealous wife banished her and she died of a broken heart and old age.

There was a blurry photo that Sam took, along with drawing that Danny must have done, and a list of what looked like statistics. Tucker must have added those.

"Oh, well that's good to know." Then she decided now would be as good as any to bring up her idea. "That's right! I was thinking that I could help by keeping some notes on the ghosts you fight. I can be in charge of updating these," she gestured to the computer, "If that would be alright with you. I can always put a copy of this on my computer so I'm not messing with your stuff."

Danny looked down considering her offer. It took him a moment or two but eventually he lifted his head with a decision. "You know that might not be too bad of an idea. I'll have Tuck come over tomorrow and upload the files and the anti-ghost software. But I can show you what I've got so far now if you want?" He smiled again and she couldn't help but nod in agreement.

It didn't take very long to go through the files because most of them were pretty sparse. Some included the ghost's homes in the Ghost Zone but not all of them.

Jazz suggested that they add a danger meter to indicate how difficult they were to fight. Danny agreed and they made it a simple system, five stars going from, as Danny put it, 'easy to impossible'.

One star was for the non-threatening ones, two stars were for the very weak ones, three was for the more difficult enemies, four was for what Danny called 'I need back up!' and five was 'Do not engage!'

The siblings went back through the flies and added the system and applied it to the ghosts. Danny joked they should also have an annoyance scale, but she did her best to steer him away from that idea, mainly because she had a feeling that those scales would change along with his mood. She didn't dare tell him that though.

The next day Tucker came and did as Danny asked quite easily. Tucker even cracked a few jokes about how they were now going to have books about each ghost and that she would give them pop quizzes, but she did her best to laugh along and not get mad. Sure she was going to add more to what little they had but she wasn't going write novels about it. She wasn't her parents!

She looked through the notes again and noticed that most of the ghosts didn't have a history or back story. The only one she could find was in Desiree's file.

Odd, she thought to herself. She decided to ask her brother if he had possibly left it out.

"Hey Danny, was that all there was in your notes?" Jazz asked as she approached her brother on his way the front door.

He turned and looked around searching his mind. "Yeah pretty sure. Why?"

"Well it's just," she hesitated unsure how to word this, "there's hardly any information at all."

"Geez Jazz what did you expect? The ghosts don't really go around spouting their whole life story when they show up." Tucker scoffed with a kind grin.

Danny chuckled and added, "But sometimes they do shout out their plans."

Both the boys laughed and continued out the door.

"Boys" the older teen muttered to the wind.

She spent the day gather outside research on the ghosts in the flies. She checked the local papers, she checked paranormal websites, she went to the library, and even, as much as it pained her to, went through her parent's research!

She wasn't able to get much more information and it bugged her. How could a town so obviously haunted have so little information of the specters haunting it? She started to consider studying ghosts for a living just so there was some actual information out there, but then remembered that she didn't want to do that. She wasn't her parents after all.

After hours of compiling what little she had and organizing it into separate piles of facts or speculation or theories, she was ready to see if Danny could add any more input with his experience.

She casually walked to his room and knocked on the door. She was unaware of the time but luckily for her Danny had just returned from his nightly patrol.

Danny slowly opened his door and upon seeing Jazz opened the door a little wider. "What are you still doing up?"

Jazz cocked her brow in confusion than looked to her pink wrist watch, "Oh gosh is it really that late already?" she lowered her voice, "I'm sorry should I come back in the morning?"

Danny as about to say yes when he dropped his shoulders, "Ah whatever, just come in. It'll bug you all night if you don't tell me now."

She felt a bit guilty but knew it was true. "You sure?" knowing he needed his sleep.

"Yeah it's cool. I'm not even tired anyway." He opened the door a little more and moved aside so she could enter.

She filled him in on what she had been doing and posed her questions about some of the conflicting theories and speculations.

He did the best he could with answering her questions, but most of them were involved theoretical science and he had no idea what she was saying let alone how to answer.

After a few more hours an idea struck Jazz. What if she could find a way to get the ghosts to stay away? It was obviously wearing her little brother out, he needed a break, and those pesky ghosts really needed to learn to stay away.

She brought her idea into the conversation, "hey Danny, wouldn't it be great if we could get the ghosts to stop coming back?"

She didn't notice how quickly he got quite. "I mean for the really dangerous ones or the really pesky ones, just figure out how to get them to," she paused trying to think of the right phrase, what was it called when you got a ghost to go away forever? Oh right, "What if we could get them to, you know, move on!"

She was caught up in her own ideas to notice how still Danny got. How wide his eyes had gotten.

"I've read in a few articles that if you can figure out how the ghost died," she let a small smile of knowing cross her lips, "or what's keeping them here, so some say, you can send them off!" She beamed, she couldn't believe she hadn't thought of that earlier! That would save them so much trouble! No more repeated uses of the thermos! It was such a great plan. Maybe she could even use her therapeutic skills to help with that too!

Much to her surprise Danny didn't seem to like the idea at all, "Ghosts aren't here because they want to leave Jazz, they're here because they want to stay." He warned.

"But Danny, aren't we suppose to be helping them get to the 'great beyond'?" Jazz asked wondering why he looked that way... why did he have that look on his face. She couldn't quite place it, but knew it shouldn't be there.

Then Danny got a bit defensive, and by a 'bit', it was more like 'a lot', "Jazz I fight the ghosts to protect the people! I'm not a monster that's going to destroy his enemies!" he nearly shouted.

"I'm not saying that you are. Danny you can't keep fighting them forever!" She was getting close to yelling herself but took a calming breath before she continued, "Look, you're my little brother and I want to keep you safe. I know I can't always do that but if this would help why won't you at least try it?"

"Because what if you're wrong?! What if we try it on, oh I don't know, The Box Ghost and bam! He's gone forever and then what? What if that kills him!" Danny was on his feet and pacing the room in agitation.

She tried her best to use reason with him, "Danny you can't kill a ghost. They're already dead. I'm sure he'd go to a better place-"

But Danny wasn't through, "And what if he doesn't go to a better place Jazz? What if you send him to Hell? What if the Ghost Zone is The End! What if by getting rid of him I get even more enemies! More powerful enemies who want to do something horrible to me in revenge?" there was a slight crack in his voice when he got near the end.

It finally hit Jazz what that look on her baby brother's face was. It was fear. He was terrified. "D-Danny, I- I'm sorry. I didn't mean-"

"No I'm sure you didn't. Look if you want to make more notes and stuff on the ghosts, fine. If you want to tell me how I can kick their butts faster with some weakness I haven't figured out, that'd be great. But don't ever, I mean ever, tell me how to get rid of them for good. If you find out how, destroy the information! I don't want to know and I don't want anyone else to know either!"

She knew at this point there was nothing else she could say to him. He was too worked up now, best just end this now. "I'm sorry Danny. You're right. It's late, we should get some sleep." And with that she got up and left the room.

As she was getting ready for bed she started to rerun the conversation in her head. They way he looked at her while she was saying those things, the desperate look in his eyes, all those signs of fear. Maybe it wasn't just fear of the things he said, maybe there was something else?

Maybe he was afraid someone would do it to him. Was he afraid of what it would do to him. Or what it would mean if it worked. Would that make him more ghost? Would he even survive that? Or would it just split him in two?

Or maybe he was thinking of himself as more of a ghost than a human. He used to think of himself as a human with ghost powers, but what if he thinks of himself now as more of a living ghost?

She really didn't mean to open that can of worms. Maybe she should stop trying to help with this whole ghost thing. It clearly wasn't working for anyone.