Ok, I'm really looking forward to this chapter! The action finally starts, plus I'm listening to Phantom of the Opera which is surprisingly fun to listen to while writing.

"MOM! DAD! GRANDMA! IS ANYONE HERE?" Danny and Tucker held their hands over their ears as Sam shouted at the top of her lungs for her parents- the main form of communication between them in their huge house- uncovering them only when they were sure she had quieted.

"That's strange," said Sam. "Someone's usually home when I get home. I don't even think the butler's here."

Tucker looked unconcerned and challenged her to a game of Doomed. Sam shrugged and agreed. "Hey, Danny, do you play Doomed? It's this fun game on the inter"- she stopped talking as she noticed he was gone. "Net?" She and Tucker peered around the spacious room, wondering how Danny had managed to disappear so quickly.

"Where'd he go?" Tucker asked confusion evident in his face.

Sam shrugged, and said, "I don't kn- do you hear that?"

"Hear what?" asked Tucker.

"Come on!" Sam shouted, running for the stairs. Tucker sighed and followed her. He knew from experience that running through Sam's maze of a house was worse than trying to pass the presidential fitness test… which he had only managed to pass with Sam's help in the first place.

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Danny had been fighting ghosts for a while, and if there was one thing that it had taught him, it was to trust his instincts. And right now, his instincts were screaming that something was wrong. So as soon as Tucker and Sam were distracted he turned invisible and intangible and flew up through the ceiling.

Luckily the rooms he and Jazz were staying in were right above the front door, so it only took him a few seconds to get to her door. He pushed it open slowly, changing into his ghost form just in case.

He didn't know what he was expecting, but it was not to be sucked into the Fenton Thermos. "Hey!" he screamed.

A moment later, whoever had captured him had pressed the release button, and he saw it was Jazz.

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Sam reached the second floor just in time to hear a loud "Hey!" come from Jazz's room. The door was partially open, so she peeked in. What she saw next shocked her.

She saw Jazz holding a strange sliver cylinder with the word 'Fenton' on it in obnoxious green lettering.

"Sorry!" Jazz said, apparently to the thermos. "I didn't know it was you."

"That's great," said a muffled voice that seemed to come from no where, "And believe me, I'm as happy as anyone that you're aim is improving, but can you please get me out of here!"

"Yea, sorry," said Jazz. She felt around on the cylinder until she found a square red button, which she pressed. The cap of the thermos shot out, and a black blur shot out, along with a green one.

The black blur solidified itself into the form of a teenage boy with glowing green eyes and white hair, wearing a black jumpsuit with white gloves, boots, and collar, while the green form solidified itself into a vulture looking thing.

Sam had never seen one, but she guessed that both of these things must be ghosts. The boy shook his head, as though trying to clear it, but Jazz shouted, "Danny! Catch that bird!"

"Right," said the boy- Danny… wait, Danny? Where was Danny?

The vulture bird shot for the open window, but before he could get there, he was caught by two white gloved hands.

"What happened?" he asked Jazz.

Jazz shook her head. "I don't really know. I was up here reading," she gestured to a fat book which lay open on the bed. "And then I looked up and saw that thing," she now pointed to the struggling vulture, "and I had the Fenton thermos, so I captured it. I heard a scream and I was kind of freaked so I just stayed here, and then you came up and"-

"Yea, yea, I know that part," he said, "Where'd you get a Fenton thermos, anyway? I thought they were all… you know."

Jazz shook her head, and I wondered where the 'Fenton thermoses' were supposed to be. "No. I had this one on me when Clockwork sent me here."

They were both silent for a minute, then Jazz said, "Hey, I just thought- do you think he knows what's going on?" she gestured to the struggling vulture-bird in her companion's fist. His face brightened.

"Only one way to find out!"

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Danny slammed the bird against the wall, causing it to squawk in pain. "Ok, birdbrain, talk. What's going on here?"

The ghost didn't say anything. Danny shook it. Hard. "What's going on here?"

"Ok, ok!" said the bird. "I'll tell you, just stop shaking me around!"

The bird shook its head and said, "We were ordered to come here and kidnap everyone in the house"-

"We?" asked Danny?

"Who ordered you?" asked Jazz.

"Me and some… friends. We were ordered by Jack Plasmius."

Jazz looked blank for a moment. "Jack Plasmius? Who's…? Danny! Why didn't you tell me?"

"Tell you later," said Danny. "Keep talking," he added to the ghost, who was attempting to squirm free of his hand.

"So they got everyone else, but she got me inside that thermos thing, and then she got you, and then…"

"yea, yea, we know this part," Jazz and Danny said in unison.

"One more question," Danny added, "And then you can go. Why did Plasmius want you to kidnap these people?"

"I don't know!" said the vulture. Danny let him go, and he vanished.

Jazz looked at Danny. "What do we do now?"

A voice spoke from the doorway. "You can start by explaining what's going on," said Sam.

Thanks to Yami-Chan and Unrealistic reveiwing! I personally don't think this chapter turned out as well as I would have liked it to, but I re-wrote it twice and I didn't really like it no matter how I wrote it, so I just decided to use this one.