Sorry to make you wait. Long story short, I'm typing one handed.
Me + cooking + hot melting spatula major owie! And yes, this one will end in a cliff hanger, BUT, I already have the next chapter almost finished. Please stick with me.

Disclaimer: Don't own Danny Phantom, or a chainsaw to remove my right hand:(

Chapter Nine: Probability, PeanutGalleriesand Privacy

When Jazz and Tucker had arrived at the park, they had expected to see an unhappy Sam and a clueless Danny. They did not expect to see the two making out in a tree.

"Helloo?" Jazz called out, wondering what the probability would be of one or both teens falling to the ground.

Danny and Sam jerked their heads up, with Danny becoming so startled that he lost his balance. With Sam still in his arms.

Both started to fall before Danny remembered he could fly. He floated down, Sam clinging to his chest.

So predictable, Jazz thought.

Tucker jerked his head from left to right, making sure no one was watching.

"Good one Danny. Why not let everyone know your identity. Again!" Jazz scolded trying to be the bossy older sister, but was betrayed by the huge grin on her face.

"Lay off Jazz. I doubt his brain is even functioning right now." Tucker said, smirking at the couple.

Sam realized she still had a death grip on Danny and started to let go, but stopped when Danny gave her a comforting squeeze.
"I wouldn't have let you fall." He whispered into her ear.

Sam blushed and nodded into Danny's chest. She then let go of him and turned to face the peanut gallery.

"So, what brings you two out here. Together. Interrupting our picnic and what not." Danny asked, emphasizing the "interrupting" part.

"What is right!" Tucker replied, eyeing the still blushing Sam.

"Tucker thought you might need help" Jazz said, realizing the two might not want to discuss anything yet. "The news showed the Box Ghost flying around the park and we figured you might be too busy to catch him."

Sam turned and looked at Danny. "I thought you captured him already."

Danny blushed and looked down at his shoes. "I,..ugh, I told him I would give him 20 boxes later if he would just go sit in my closet for awhile, so I could, uh, have a few moments of, um,...peace and quiet."

Sam rolled her eyes, secretly pleased that he had wanted to have a few moments alone with her...and some peace and quiet.

Tucker just snorted and said "Oh yea, peace and quiet...sure..."

Jazz just sighed and said "Well, come on Tucker. We should go catch him. We'll be able to handle him by ourselves."

Tucker frowned and replied, "If you say so."
The two started to walk off when Danny's head snapped back up. "TUCKER!"

Tucker, Sam and Jazz looked up at Danny as if he had lost it.

"Yea?" Tucker asked, knowing what was getting ready to come.

"Ask the expert?" Danny said, pointing at Jazz, remembering his and Tucker's previous phone call.

"Uh..." Jazz and Tucker both mumbled, looking like they had just gotten caught with their hands stuck in the cookie jar.

"Expert? Wait, TUCKER! You had Jazz give advice on your stupid site?" Sam asked, figuring it all out.

"Site? What site?" Danny asked, donning his all too familiar clueless face.

"Well you see..." Tucker started to say, but was interrupted by an angered Sam. "He has a site, about us. And Jazz helped him!"

All three turned towards a guilty Jazz.

"Hey, all I did was give advice to those who needed non-serious psychological/love advice. Besides, how else was I going to pay for a new computer. Since you and Skulker destroyed my last one!" Jazz said, glaring at her little brother.

"PAY? You got money for it?" Danny asked, completely amazed.

"Alright Tucker, start explaining!" Sam said, her eyes almost glowing.

"Ok ok. Just calm down." Tucker said, hands up like he was about to be shot. Which, if Sam had the lipstick still out, he would have been. "It sorta started out like a journal, tracking every thing you two do." Noticing Danny's frantic look, and Sam's fearful face, Tucker added quickly, "Just lovedovey stuff. Nothing ghostly!"

"Ok." Danny and Sam both said, relaxing some. Danny placed his arm around Sam's shoulders, but neither one noticed it.

Tucker definitely noticed, but only nodded towards Jazz and continued. "It started awhile ago, but after a few weeks, everyone started betting on when you two would get together."

"What!" Danny and Sam asked/yelled at the same time. They blushed and then looked back at Tucker.

"So how'd you pay Jazz? Or get all that electronic recording stuff?" Sam asked, knowing she probably wouldn't like the answer.

"Well after awhile everyone started saying they wanted proof that this stuff was happening, so I started taking bets on when THE moment would happened. When their day came and nothing happened, people started paying off their bets. And I bought all that stuff so I could record every thing and put it on the site." Tucker finished nervously, having seen Danny's eyes glow green and Sam's hands curl into fists.

Since Tucker had already partly told Sam about the site, he figured she wouldn't try to beat him up.

He figured wrong.

If Danny hadn't been holding her, she would have shoved Tucker's prized PDA down the techno-geek's throat.

"TUCKER!" They both shouted, shocked at their best-friend's deceitful act.

Danny turned and glared at his sister. "I can't believe you helped him!"

Jazz just shrugged her shoulders and replied, "Oh you two get over it. I helped people and if Tucker hadn't made the site, someone else would have. Would you have wanted to be spied on BY Mr. LANCER?"

Danny and Sam looked at each other. "NO!" They said, in unisonagain. Blushing, they quickly looked at Tucker.

"Look, I'm sorry. I know it was a major invasion of privacy. But at least you guys are together finally."

Seeing Danny and Sam's redfaces, Jazz asked, "Are you together?"

Throw things at me if you want. I deserve it. The next chapter will be the end, and hopefully I'll post it either later tonight or early morning.There'll be so much fluff, your teethwill rot out:) X's & O's!