A/N: I've been thinking, magpie8spook and Soului pointed out that Danny's friends and family would never suspect him, but is that true? Didn't they have to deal with an evil Danny at least twice? Couldn't they have doubts, at least until they saw his eyes were green? Still, I think I'll rewrite that part at some point.

I tried separating the dialogue from the narration. Is this easier to read now?

Disclaimer: I do not own Danny Phantom.

Visions

Danny was sitting on the stair case, trying to get away from the blood. How could there be so much blood? He was staring ahead, past the two cops who were talking together when suddenly he saw movement on the other side of the room. The temperature dropped dramatically and he tried to see what it was, because the cops obviously couldn´t see it. They walked right through... her. It was Ashley. She was sitting on the ground, hands tied behind her back, tears streaming from her eyes.

"Please," she whispered, "please. I just want to go home. Please mister." And then a dark figure appeared behind her.

"Play with me Ashley," he whispered, "Why won´t you play with ME!"

Then he lashed out with the knife he had held hidden in his left hand. Danny closed his eyes and started screaming, screaming. But when he opened them again he saw another girl sitting in the exact same spot and the scene repeated itself. Danny fell to his knees.

"I don´t want to see," he thought, closing his eyes tightly.

He could still hear it though, their pleading voices, the ghost's whispering he wanted to play, the sickening sound of the knife cutting their throat in one movement. His already overburdened nerves couldn't take it and he felt himself slipping away into unconsciousness.

"Danny!"

Sam´s voice. Danny gasped, holding on to that voice. To his horror he felt the two white rings separating from his middle and he clenched his fists, concentrating. The rings disappeared, leaving him in his ghost form. Then he felt a hand on his shoulder, shaking him.

"Phantom! What´s wrong!" Mike yelled at him, but Danny couldn´t answer.

He was quiet now, staring at the images of the girls, their murder being repeated in front of him over and over again. Mike stepped in front of him, bend over and looked into his eyes.

"Phantom," he yelled, "whatever you´re seeing, look away now. Let´s get out of here. Pull yourself together, we can´t get out if you don´t help us. You won´t have to come in here again."

Danny blinked at him and closed his eyes, blocking everything out.

"Get over here," he said hoarsely.

Both Mike and Zimmer grabbed his arm, and without warning Danny lifted them into the air, going intangible just before he reached the ceiling.

Sam heard Mike yelling at Danny and quickly turned to Tucker and Jazz.

"You get out of here," she said hurriedly, "they are coming up."

"Why are you staying," Tucker asked her, already obeying her by walking to the door.

"Danny needs me. But if those policemen see us with Phantom together too much without Danny they might get suspicious. So you get out, go home. I´ll say Danny is with you guys," Sam replied quickly.

Jazz shook her head. "Danny needs me too!"

"NO! He needs you at home! Now go!"

Seeing the wisdom of this Tucker and Jazz left. Just when they were going through the door, Danny appeared in front of Sam, holding the two cops. They all became solid when Danny let go and sank to the floor. Sam stepped closer and grabbed his hands.

"Phantom," she said sternly, ignoring the two cops, "Go home. Talk to... you know who. I´ll see you later."

Danny looked up at her with vacant eyes, but he seemed to understand because he disappeared right in front of her. Sam stepped back and scowled at the cops in front of her. Zimmer was already on the phone, ordering more manpower to tear the place apart. Mike just looked at her.

"What happened," Sam said accusingly.

Mike raised his hands. "I´m not sure," he said, "Phantom freaked out. He was seeing something we couldn´t and it terrified him. Then the rings appeared around him and started moving."

Sam brought her hand to her mouth and paled visibly. He didn´t, she though feverishly.

Mike continued. "But they disappeared again when you called him. Why did you call him?"

"Eh... oh we were in the neighbourhood and we knew he had an appointment with you and eh.. I decided to drop by, yeah," Sam stuttered, relieved that Danny had managed to stop the transformation in time.

She had the feeling Mike didn´t believe a word she said. He bend over to her, looking into her eyes. "You were listening," he said and tapped on the Fenton Phones that were still in her ears.

"Well..yeah. But only to protect him," Sam said, annoyed.

Mike wasn´t done yet. "You are all protecting Phantom. Why. And why did you call him Danny."

"That´s his name, right. Danny Phantom."

"I know that. And what´s with the 'go home' part. Do ghosts have homes?"

"Of course they do. Haven´t you heard of haunted houses before? Look. Phantom is our friend. Of course we protect him."

Mike sighed exasperated. "OK, you go home too. We´ll be fairly busy here for the time being. But I want to talk to all of you and I want to talk to Phantom. I need to know what it was he saw."

The implication of a ghost being responsible for the murders hit him, and he remembered the ghost at the barbecue. But then again he had only Phantoms word that there was one. An idea popped up. If he could just get Phantom to cooperate, he might be able to prove something...

Danny sat on his bed, his arms around his knees, staring at a space poster on the wall. He had wanted to be an astronaut but in the last year that dream had been shattered. Like everything else around him. His life had been falling apart and he hadn´t even noticed it. All he did was eat (too little), sleep (haunted by nightmares) and fight ghosts. And now he was going after a murderer. Who was also a ghost, so he had to.

A knock on the door and Jazz entered. She looked at his hopeless face, sat down on the bed next to him and wrapped her arms around him.

"Little bro, what have you gotten yourself into," she said softly.

"I don´t know Jazz," he said, pulling her arms from him and falling backwards on his bed.

Jazz smiled. She would have been even more worried if he hadn´t done that.

"I keep seeing it. Even now that I´m out of there I keep seeing it," he said, looking at her.

"Do you want to tell me what you saw?"

Danny was silent for a while. "I saw them get murdered," he mumbled, "but only I could see it."

Jazz nodded pensively. "You know what, you rest a little. We´ll order pizza once Sam gets here and we´ll watch some stupid comedy on TV, how does that sound?" Danny nodded and Jazz left his room, but left the door open for Tucker.

"You OK?" he asked, not looking at Danny.

"Super," Danny grumbled.

"Look, I'm sorry, alright," Tucker said, taking a seat, "I um, was a little out of it this morning, you know, with Ashley dying like that and you showing up like that..."

Danny shook his head. "Forget about it," he said.

Tucker's face lit up a bit. "Thanks. Hey, let's ditch Sam tonight and play Doomed, to take our mind of things!"

Danny grinned. "Fine by me, but why ditch Sam?"

"She's a girl! She doesn't play fair."

"I heard that!" Sam stuck her head around the door.

Tucker winced. "Oh man..."