This is getting exciting. Poor Danny, first he gets stuck with the Guys in White, and now he has to arrest his childhood best friend. Danny is not having a bright day. Review please!

I felt a hunk of stress on his back while watching Sam being questioned. She looked both upset and embarrassed. Embarrassed, because she was going to break me out when I was already free, sort of, and upset, because nobody informed her about me being freed. I was upset too. It wasn't like Sam knew her best friend was given a chance to not be in prison anymore. I stared at the other side of the window of the room where the suspects are questioned.

"You say that you were breaking one of our agents out without knowing that he was already out? That still doesn't erase the fact that you trespassed into government property," Operative K told Sam.

"You're right. What I did was wrong, but it was wrong of you to arrest an innocent person ghost or human when he had done nothing wrong," Sam argued.

"If you have a problem with how we run our business, than you should write a written complaint to our offices."

"We did. Danny's parents wrote a complaint about his imprisonment. Obviously, you took it into consideration and we were never notified."

"We don't have to tell you anything confiscated."

I went inside the questioning room. Sam needed help and I knew she wasn't going to win this case alone. Operative K glared at me deeply before I sat down at the table next to Sam.

"Revealing my imprisonment wasn't confiscated, so why does freeing me from prison have to be confiscated?"

"Why are you here? This case isn't about you," Operative K glared.

"I'm her lawyer," I defended before noticing Sam's eyebrows raised. "And since I did arrest Sam, that makes me responsible of her, am I right?"

"Yes," Operative K admitted in anger.

"If she asks for a lawyer, she can have me as her lawyer," I noted.

"He's right," Sam agreed. "And Danny is my lawyer."

"You mean Operative 29," Operative K corrected before I rolled my eyes. "And I'll be seeing you kids in court."

Operative K left the question room before Sam and I left. Sam faced me and lipped 'thank you' before I showed a half smile. I took Sam to her cell since she did break into government property and was to appear in court. She looked at me from behind those bars with violet eyes filled with sadness. I kept staring into those eyes before noticing that Sam was touching my tie, which was part of my uniform.

As soon as I noticed it, Sam snatched her hand away before her cheeks turned red. I giggled.

"It's okay. I'm shocked myself," I grinned before Sam put her hands on my collar and held it.

"I don't understand, Danny," Sam admitted. "Why?"

"The court decided to bail me out under curtain conditions," I explained before Sam's eyebrows rose. "For me to join the Guys in White organization, so the agents will learn to work with ghosts."

"So you took it?" Sam glared.

"That or the Masters Blasters. Sam seriously, do you think I had a choice?" I asked before Sam stared at the ground with those sad eyes.

"Danny, I never had the chance to say goodbye. I wish I could have," Sam admitted before I put my hand on her shoulder.

"It doesn't matter. I'm going to do whatever it takes to get you out of this place. I'll come visit you again soon. Right now, I have to get back before curfew," I told Sam before she nodded and I left the prison chamber.

I walked down the halls of the facility. I was so lost in thought. Sam was in prison, because of me. At least that's what I felt. I promised myself to get Sam out of that cell and to do my research. I had to find a reason for Sam to be set free. It wasn't like she did anything criminal. She was just doing what she thought was right: freeing the innocent. The problem was, that innocent person was already free.

I went to my room and stared at the paper, which showed Sam's court date. That would be in a week and I only had that long to do hard core research. I threw a baseball on the ceiling and catching it with my bare hands. I didn't even notice Freddie and Paul coming to the room.

"Hey, I heard you caught our intruder. That was awesome," Paul smirked.

"I'm not in the mood Paul. I have a bulk homework assignment due next week," I said.

"Which class?" Freddie asked with his eyebrows raised. I answered his question by dropping him the paper that showed the court date. "You're going to court? What'd you do?"

"It's not me, it's the girl I arrested. I'm her lawyer," I explained.

"Her lawyer? Dang!" Freddie replied.

"Some homework assignment. I can't believe you took it. Being a lawyer is an option, you know," Paul informed me before I rolled my eyes.

"I know that. It's not like I didn't want to be her lawyer. I do want to, but it's the fact that the girl I arrested was my childhood friend who was trying to break me out," I explained.

"WHOA!" The boys responded.

"What's her name?" Freddie asked.

"Sam. I've known her since kindergarten. I had a small crush on her two years ago," I admitted.

"Nice Danny. Is she hot?" Paul asked.

"No, she's sexy," I grinned.

"Wow. A lawyer and his client, like those chick flicks," Paul teased before I gave a smirk.

"If you're making fun of me, I'll stick you in cow manure," I threatened.

"I feel sorry for Rachel. She's got a hug crush on you dude," Freddie mentioned before I showed a glare.

"I'll kiss Rachel when you start kissing a mule," I claimed before the three of us laughed loudly.

"Good then. I'll have my chance on her," Paul grinned.

"Don't get cocky, dude. She's human just like all of us," I warned Paul. "Even I'm half human."

"He's right," Freddie shrugged.

"Well, time to get some shut-eye," Paul announced before turning off the lights. It didn't take long for me to fall asleep.

The next day, I went to breakfast with my three friends. We all sat at our usual table, and then Rachel starts coming along. Oh wonderful.

"Hey, mind if I sit here?" Rachel asked. I started covering my face.

"Sure," Paul grinned.

"I heard you caught our intruder. That was sure brave of you," Rachel smiled flirtatiously.

"Thanks for the compliment," I said sarcastically.

"Danny's having a bad day. The intruder he caught was his childhood friend and he's her lawyer," Freddie told Rachel before she rose her eyebrows. Charles almost spat out his milk after drinking it.

"Oh golly, I'm so sorry. I had no idea," Rachel apologized.

"That's fine. I just have to write a written report on why my client should not be imprisoned, not in these cells at least. I'm not letting her go through what I went through, over my own dead body," I glared.

"What did you go through?" Charles asked in curiosity.

I rolled up my uniform top and showed two straight white lines. One was above my stomach and the other one touched the other line and went vertical up my abs. The clique gasped in horror. I brought down my shirt with an expression of pure hatred.

"I was going to be dissected. The only thing that saved me was my blood DNA that proved I was human. I don't care what you guys say about this place, I HATE it," I said through my teeth. My eyes turned green, but I didn't care. I was just saying the facts.

Non of my friends could say a word. My guess was that they had no idea what this organization did to me. Even Rachel was speechless, at least before she started crying. I didn't mean to make the girl cry. I started feeling really bad, even though Rachel drove me nuts.

"Sorry. I should've scared you like that," I apologized.

"No. It's not that," Rachel wept. "It's just so sad. You really are a good guy. If that were me, I would hate every single person here, but you're so sweet to everyone, except the teachers."

"I hate the teachers. Every single one of them," I admitted. "But you guys? I knew every single one of you guys would have no idea what this place was capable of when you joined here." The four of them smiled at that compliment before I said, "although, that doesn't mean I don't have limits. I'm keeping my trust to those who I can trust."

Rachel could never catch my memo like the other three boys. I was infering that I can trust Rachel enough for friendship, but not enough to give myself. My friends, including Rachel, agreed to help me write my report on Sam's defense. Sam already committed the crime, but it was my job to make it minimum. I was not letting Sam behind those bars if it was the last thing I did. I had to check everyday to make sure that there was no harm toward my client and that Sam had more decent food.