"RISE AND SHINE! Time to see what makes you scream!" Someone cackled through the door, waking Danny from his uncomfortable sleep. The door swung open and cold hands grabbed him. At first, Danny was so stiff, sore and drowsy from his sleeping on the hard floor, that he let himself be dragged like a rag doll, but as consciousness kicked in, so did his rebellious nature.
"Get off me!" He yelled, squirming as hard as he could against the hold of two enormous thug ghosts in white coats. It was quite useless against their steely grips, but Danny didn't want to make their job easy anyway.
He saw them get surlier with a sense of satisfaction and continued to struggle as hard as he could. He stopped very suddenly though as they came to an enormous laboratory... he knew that was what it was because it contained equipment not dissimilar from that in his own basement at home. But what disturbed him most were the large benches with straps and pointy things suspended above them. He was dragged over to one of these, and continued his difficult squirming, which did prove a problem for them now that they tried to strap him down. Danny actually managed to break free of them and he shot up into the air with a triumphant "HA!" before flying as fast as he could, with a thrill of exhilaration, toward the door.
But just as he was about to reach it and make his break for freedom, he was hit with searing pain, as though he had just hit a ghost shield. He actually crashed into the nearest wall, toppling a metal trolley with empty glass beakers, which shattered and cut him. Danny lay in a tangled dazed mess, trying to discern what had happened. He now had a few cuts that stung and bled glowing green ecto-plasma, the ghost equivalent of blood.
Danny was suddenly raised in the air upside down, against his will. He found he could not struggle against the invisible hold, and looking around he saw the bald, flame pony tailed scientist who had netted him before, holding up a remote that was controlling his bonds. Danny growled angrily, focussing properly. "Who are you? What are you doing, let me GO!" Danny yelled angrily at him, continuing to fight the invisible hold, though he knew it was a futile struggle. The scientist merely cackled and pressed a button on the remote he held in his hand.
Danny screamed as agonising red lightning passed through him from the bonds. When it finally ceased, he was dropped back on the floor in a dazed and twitching heap. He groaned as his limp form was finally strapped down to one of the cold metal tables. He focused his swimming head once more on the scientist who loomed over him. "Who ARE you..." he growled again as his head throbbed. A wide, wicked smile spread across his pasty face. "I am Dr.Silvester Screech, a pioneer of ghostly research! And since I heard of Halfa's, I've been... DYING, to get my hands on one of you, because there's a curious phenomenon I believe you can cure..."
"But before that, Danny Phantom, I intend to find out, what, makes, you, TICK..."the last few words were emphasised in a disturbingly emphatic manner, before he burst out in mad cackling laughter and grabbed one of the instruments hanging above Danny. A wave of true fear swept over Danny, because this time, it was horribly real... there was NO escape like there had been with his parallel mother when he had changed time.
He would suffer these tests, molecule by molecule...

"Mr.Foley, Ms.Manson, the next time you see Mr.Fenton, tell him to see. Me." Lancer said in a very dire tone before slamming the classroom door shut behind them. Sam and Tucker gave each other a look of alarm and anxiety. Now they KNEW something wasn't right. It was lunchtime, and still no sign of Danny. Not a sight, not a note, not even a call. They ran into Jazz at her locker around the corner. She looked stressed and anxious. She spotted them, "Any sign of?..."
Sam and tucker shook their heads.
"Damn, I can't find him! I brought my parents spectre-scope, it hasn't picked up anything at ALL today, not even the box ghost." she explained, showing them what looked like a PDA with a very small satellite dish attached to the front. She threw it into her locker and shut the door in frustration.
"Did you check down in the lab? Maybe he left a note." Sam suggested. "No, I didn't have time, mom rushed me out of the house before I had a chance, but we could do it now..."
"Now? You mean, leave school during lunch? Isn't that against school rules?" Tucker said in slight alarm.
"Since when have you two been against breaking school rules?" Jazz replied with her hands on her hips and one eyebrow raised. "We haven't, but since when were YOU willing to break them?" Sam said a little surprised. "Well, if Danny is in real trouble, we need to know, it's more important than sitting around here at lunch time fending off Dash's advances. Now come on, I'll drive us there, we can't afford to waste time..."
Sam and Tucker threw each other another somewhat alarmed look before they shrugged and followed her.

"...Ok, the coast is clear, I think they're out somewhere... lets go!" Jazz motioned them in the door hurriedly before closing it quickly behind them. They made a B line for the Lab. It was locked, but a quick thumb scan on a panel by the door allowed Jazz and the other two access. The Lab, on first inspection, looked normal. The portal was open, and green swirling ectoplasm glowed benignly through it. It was the only light source in the large room, but it was just enough. They could see that the beakers and equipment sat untouched upon the benches. However, something strange caught Sam's eye. It looked as though a very small chunk had been blasted out of the wall opposite the ghost zone, and recently, and there was also some faded substance splattered on the wall. Sam thought she recognised the patterning, but she couldn't make it out with only a trace of whatever substance it was left.
"Hey Jazz, have your parents got some sort of scanner that shows, like, ghost trails, or, footprints, handprints, you know..."
"Like an ecto-tracer?" She said, handing Sam an A4 sized flat panel of smoky glass. She turned it on and saw through it green splodges everywhere. Supposedly, ecto-plasm didn't always fade away completely, and the stains couldn't be cleaned away that easily. Sam pointed the device up at the wall, looked through it and gasped.
"What is it!?" Tucker and Jazz asked in unison, rushing to look over her shoulder.
Jazz gasped as well, but Tucker had to squint and read it out to realise what it said (his eyesight isn't the best with ectoplasm)
"Trap... in GZ... Hel...then why does it trail off in a line?"
"A trap? Then that ghost, it was bait, it kept waking him up until he chased it, and it led him down here... into a trap! He must have been ambushed... he needs Help! He didn't have time to finish the message!" Jazz said, sounding horrified.
"That's it, we don't go back to school until we've found him..." Sam started.
There was suddenly a noise upstairs. Maddy and Jack were home.
"Oh no, what am I going to tell mom and dad?..." Jazz whispered, panicking. Thinking quick, Sam looked around and found a small ecto blaster (and by small, I mean it was the smallest in there, so roughly machine gun sized). She aimed it at a different wall, put it on the lowest setting, and traced words into the wall. She quickly disposed of the gun as they heard footsteps coming down the stairs.
"Hey, what are you kids doing down here, shouldn't you be at school?" Jack Fenton asked, a little bewildered, as he came upon them. "Uuuh, yea Dad, but, we decided to come back here at lunch to look for clues as to where Danny is..."
"Mr.Fenton, he's been kidnapped by ghosts! We found a note his kidnappers left, it had to be ghosts, cause it's written in ectoplasm!" Sam burst out, running up to him and holding the Ecto-tracer up to the wall she had written on.
"HOLY FUDGE you're RIGHT! MADDY!"
"What's going on down here? Hey, what are you kids doing here, you should be at..."
"Maddy that's not important, look!" Jack said, pulling his wife over to look through the ecto-tracer. She gasped, and suddenly her face became set and angry.
"NO ghost takes MY son and GETS AWAY WITH IT! KIDS, you go back to school, Jazz, don't worry, your father and I are going to get Danny back!"
Jazz gave Sam a nervous look. Maddy ushered them out of the lab as Jack fired up the new spectre speeder he had finished building recently.
As they walked out the door and heard the spectre speeder taking off into the ghost zone, they were able to speak freely again.
"Great, now we can't use the 'Boooo'merang to try and find Danny till Mom and Dad get home and we can use the spectre speeder..."
"Maybe they'll actually find Danny and save him, I mean, even if Danny is in Phantom form, he can change when he sees them and they can rescue him..."
"But what if they see him change??? What if he doesn't change just in case, and they'll NEVER find him if they don't know the first places to look, the ghost zone is huge, he could be ANYWHERE!" Jazz lamented, sitting down on the front step and burying her head in her heads. All Sam and Tucker could do was exchange distressed looks, because they had to admit, she was right, which meant they had to wait even longer to look for Danny, and who knew what was happening to him in that time?

Danny lay twitching on his cell floor, his body aching and stinging. He felt violated. He had been poked and prodded, had a number of ecto-plasma samples taken, been stretched, squished, and zapped with a number of painful lasers all over.
And If that was just the initial tests to see what made him tick, he didn't know if he wanted to know what experiments they had in store for him later...
Danny's stomach rumbled. He was very hungry, he hadn't eaten all day, and apparently they didn't actually give test subjects in this lab food, because they were ghosts and ghosts didn't need to eat.
But Half ghosts... well, Danny assumed part of their experiment was to starve him and see what happened. His ghost half didn't need food, but his human half did, and without it, he feared he might become ALL ghost...