AN:

Good morning. Here's chapter two as promised. :)
Hope you like it. Have a good week!

Ghostly Clues

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Ducky sighed as he tilted the mostly decomposed head to the side. "You are so young." He leaned over studying her face. "You barely got the chance to see the world, my dear. I am sorry. We are going to find out who did this to you. Do not worry about that, you were lucky, in a way. The team who has picked up your case is— in my opinion—the best."

The doors to the autopsy room flew open as a tall man strode in, a manila envelope clutched in his right hand. "What do we have Ducky?"

"Oh, Jethro." The coroner stood razing his arm in greeting as he walked around the table toward his friend Leroy Jethro Gibbs. "It is a bit strange. She has multiple broken bones, but it seems she attained them postmortem as if she was dropped from a high place. Other than that and being dead she seems to be perfectly healthy..."

"Ducky."

The medic crossed his arms as it seemed the man before him was doubting that he was telling the whole story. "Sorry, Jethro. You caught me a bit early in the process. I just do not have enough to say. She is a mystery at this point. Though I have yet to examine her insides, the answers you seek may be revealed there."

The marine nodded staring down at the girl, his face hard. Noticing his friends silent brooding Ducky attempted to lighten the mood. "Well, we do know who she is." Ducky said. "That's a start. Don't let the fact that she is a little girl throw you off."

Jethro looked down at the file, the small picture of 14-year-old Merry smiling up at him. "That's not the problem." He denied. "I just want to know how she ended up in that supply truck."

"That field I believe belongs to someone else." Ducky said picking up his scalpel as he turned to his work. "I will let you know if I find anything significant. You find the bastard that did this to Merry."

Gibbs walked out of the room a promise in his stride.

"McGee!" Leroy Jethro Gibbs barked as he walked into the office. The only one there at the moment, hunched over his computer, was Timothy "Tim" McGee. "Report!"

"Yes, boss!" McGee quickly stood up at attention holding the little remote that pushed through the images on the projection screen. "Merry Janine McColan, age 14, daughter of Sargent Peter M. McColan who was honorably discharged about 4 months ago; he had moved his family to a small town in Illinois called Amity Park- that's where the girl had last been seen- she's been on the Amber Alert for about 2 weeks, and apparently she just disappeared without a trace." McGee took a breath. "The parents said she went to bed about 9:30 PM or 21:30 and the next morning when they went to wake her for school she was gone. They immediately called the police."

"Okay. Good. Let's go."

"Go?"

"To Amity Park." Gibbs said grabbing his jacket.

"What- what about the others-

Gibbs gave the young man a pointed look. "Go get them McGee."

"Right!" McGee ran off to do just that.

"Danny!" Samantha "Sam" Manson yelled as she watched the ghost boy of Amity Park crash into a display of sunglasses.

Behind her gasping for breath as he ran was Tucker Folly. "Who did he cross this time?"

"GET OUT!" An angry disembodied voice trembled through the air. The mall, which was usually lively at this time of day, was deserted. The two teens took defensive stances around the pile of sunglasses, looking for the unfriendly ghost.

The pile shifted and the ghostly teen hero Danny Phantom crawled out. Now sporting a pair of neon green frames the boy blinked a couple of times trying to figure out why his vision was obscured. "Nice shades." Tucker said giving his friend a wink.

Danny took off the glasses as he rolled his eyes. "Thanks, Tuck. Glad to know I'm rocking the style."

"Come on stop joking around you two! We kind of have a crazy ghost on the loose! Or did you forget?"

Danny looked up to the skylight his face serious. "How could I forget?" Rubbing his head he frowned. "Is it just me or have there been a lot more new ghost lately?"

Danny never got an answer as the ghost materialized above the group screeching. "Get out!" Her outfit looked like a silky set of pajamas as it whipped in a ghostly energy. Angry red eyes blazed and flashed as she took a dive down at him. "Get out!"

"I think..." Danny started, tossing the glasses aside, as he dodged the attack. Finding himself behind the ghost and firing a sharp ectoblast at her back. "The phrase is 'far out' and it's outdated- and so is your style."

The dark blue haired ghost glared up at him pale lips curling over sharp teeth. "I can't stand you! You're trespassing on my turf!"

Danny held up his hands floating back a bit surprised. "Whoa? Wait, your turf?"

"Yes!"

"Why are you complaining now? I've been to the mall loads of times before today!"

The ghost growled. "This is my haunt! This is my place! You disturbed my sleep and rubbed your energy all over this place!"

"Well, that was a gross mental image." Sam said blandly crossing her arms.

"You shouldn't be here! Why are you here?!"

"Because I live here!" Danny yelled, then stopped. "Well, sort of... and besides. A mall is kind of a crappy haunt... Not as bad as haunting boxes but..."

"You don't know anything about it!" She blasted Danny back sending him flying into a message board.

"Dang it!" The young hero reached up to remove the sheet of paper that had fallen onto his head. Merry McColan grinned back at him. The word Missing in bold font at the top of the page. He frowned. He'd helped look for the girl when she first came up missing, worried that she may have fallen unaware into some ghost's crackpot plot.

He nor the town found any trace of her though, which only made him feel more uneasy about the whole thing. She wasn't a ghost, there was no way she could have just up and vanished into thin air without a trace. A sharp cry brought him back to the present as he looked up to see the ghost was seconds away from digging her claws into him. He barely had time to take a breath when the ghost howled in rage. She was suddenly getting sucked back and to the side away from him caught by a blue light. Danny and his friends watched wide-eyed as she screamed disappearing into a silver thermos. "NOOOO! You can't! You don't understand! This is my place! Mine!"

The lid was capped and Jasmine "Jazz" Fenton let out a whoosh of relieved air. "That seemed kind of close."

The ghost boy and the two sophomore kids stared at her. "What?"

"You used the thermos." Tucker said.

"And you didn't suck me into it!" Danny said.

Jazz blushed. "Well, I've been practicing my aim."

"Good job." Sam said with a smile.

"Yeah. Nice save." Danny said going invisible. "Now, let's get out of here before the cops arrive." As he said this the sound of sirens reached their ears.

"Good idea." Tucker said leading the group out.

Gibbs walked into the police department of Amity Park Tony right behind him. He rose a brow at the large officer asleep behind the desk as he walked in.

"Doesn't look like they have a very good core here..." Tony loudly whispered to his boss.

Slamming his badge onto the counter Gibbs ignored Tony and startled the officer awake. "Jethro Gibbs, NCIS, we're here to investigate the murder of Merry McColan."

"What?" The man blinked at the marine in front of him.

Gibbs glared. "Where is the chief of police?"

The man glanced between Gibbs badge and the agents face before stuttering as he fumbled for the phone. "Ju-just a moment sir." The man said.

As the man put the phone to his ear the station erupted to life. "Where was it!?" One of the officers asked as they rushed toward the exit.

"The mall!" Another voice hollered.

"Again!?" Another exasperated sounding officer asked as they ran by.

"What's up? The mall on fire?" Tony asked getting a warning glare from Gibbs.

Gibbs watched quietly as the entire station, it seemed, flooded passed them. "Um..." The man hung up the phone as he looked up at them. "The Chief is in his office, it's down the hall to the left... you can go in if you would like."

"What was that about?" Gibbs asked instead still looking to the door as he tucked his badge into his blazer pocket.

"Oh..." The man said looking nervous. "Just... a... uh... an average... day to day disturbance..."

"Day to day?" Tony asked. "You make it sound like this happens every day."

The man shrugged his head going down as he pretended to get to work on his computer. "It... is just this town... the chief can explain..."

"We'll ask him then." Gibbs said walking down the hall. "Come on Dinozzo."

"Right behind you, boss."

AN:

Don't really have much to say... It's not easy meshing Danny's world with anything created to be more along the lines of reality. NCIS is set in our world and fallows a lot of our laws and logic. Danny Phantom on the other hand... lets just say I vaguely remember pulling out my hair as I tried to think of a logical way to get these two groups into the same area let alone on the same page.

Writing Gibbs is both frustrating and fun. I am not as confident in writing NCIS... it's no were near as forgiving as the DP universe. Still I hope you all are enjoying this story and I'll post the next chapter on Wednesday.

Let me know what you think. What do you think happened to Merry? (I know I haven't given many clues yet...)
Just to clarify, because I don't remember if I ever go into detail about it, they found Merry in an Navy Supply Truck as it tried to come onto the teams base. The truck bead did not have a cover on it.