Danny is under high pressure it seems. Let's hope that he can get through this. Review please!

I entered the Prison Chamber where Sam was throwing a baseball against the wall and catching it. When she saw me standing next to her cell, she placed the ball on her bunk bed and walked in front of the bars. I gave Sam a brown bag of food I got from the cafeteria. She smiled before taking the bag and started digging into her food. I took out some papers.

"Sam, I'm still working on the report. You'll still be in prison, but it won't be in this particular prison," I explained.

"Prison!" Sam glared. "I thought you were going to get me out of this place!"

"Sam, I said I would be your lawyer and I said I would get you out of this place, but prison? Sam, you broke into a government facility and no dumb excuse is going to keep you from prison," I corrected before Sam banged her fists against the bars of her cell. "And losing your temper isn't going to help you either."

"I cannot be going to prison! This is so not fair!"

"Still not helping."

"Can't you do something?"

"What do you want me to do, break you out? HA nice try," I smirked with my arms folded.

"I can't believe this is happening to me," Sam whined while banging her head against the wall. "I'm not a criminal."

"I never said you were, Sam. You can steal a loaf of bread, because your friend is hungry, but that still makes you a thief. You can break into a facility to free an innocent person, but that still makes you a trespasser."

"SHUT UP DANNY!"

I was mad. Sam actually told me to shut up. My eyes turned green that time, which made Sam startle and said, "Don't EVER say that again. You think prison sucks, you're wrong. Prison is the worst place you ever encounter, but not as worse as this prison. I'm keeping you from dealing with the abuse I went through as a prisoner of this facility. I will take a regular human cell any day, because here in this facility, you're an ass to everyone who sees you and you will be treated like an ass."

"I'm sorry, Danny. I know you're trying to help, it's just..."

Sam sat on her bunk with her face covered by her knees. She was trying to hide the fact she was crying. I fazed through the bars and put Sam's face on my chest to cry on. I sighed loudly before laying my head on top of Sam's head. Sam looked up at me and wiped her tears.

"If you want to get emotional, you have now until your due date. You have to stay sane in court and whatever you do, do NOT go mad. I will help you move to another prison at a police station, but you cannot lose your temper or anything. The judge won't care about your life as much as the jury won't care."

"Will you visit me in prison?"

"I'm sure they'll let me."

"Promise me you will."

"I promise."

I left Sam's cell before exiting the Prison Chamber. I met Rachel, Paul, Freddie, and Charles on the other side. They had emotionless faces.

"How did it go?" Charles asked.

"Sam went off at first, but she's sane now," I answered. "I just hope she stays sane by the time we enter court."

"There's one problem. The executor is very tricky, what if he tells the judge that you're wrong about the treatment in prison? They might say that the prisoners are only treated poorly if they are ghosts," Rachel warned.

"I'm half ghosts, so that shouldn't be a problem," I smirked.

"But she's right. The Guys in White agents had no idea that you had human qualities, until they cut you open like an onion. We have to get reports from other prisoners in this place," Paul told me before I nodded.

"There is one I know. Freakshow is human 100%, if he was mistreated in any physically way, then we've got our proof," I planned.

"Good plan," Freddie complimented. "I know where he's at. I'll do an interview on Freakshow and shoot photos of any physical wounds or scars from the abuse of the Guys in White agents."

"I'll interview the guards and doctors and ask what they do to the prisoners," I said.

"Danny, you are a pure genius," Charles grinned.

"Let's get this show on the road," Rachel smirked.

The next day, I walked to the guards in charge of Freakshow. Since I was a Guys in White Operative, the guards were more than happy to be interviewed. A part of me was wondering if these guards knew that I was half ghost named Danny Phantom. I didn't really care. I just wanted to get Sam's case over with. I went to the doctors that experimented on me. By the time I came inside, they stared at me in horror. I wasn't sure if it was the outfit or the fact I was the ghost they cut open like a frog.

"I'm here for papers regarding the recent experimentation you have done on Danny Phantom. It's for my client's case," I told the doctors.

"Right," the first doctor said. "I'll see if I can find them, 29."

The first doctor went through files and took out all of the files regarding the experimentation. I took the papers and the pictures. I smiled and nodded my head before going to a nurse. She was a gorgeous woman with straight chocolate brown hair in a ponytail. She was my nurse two years ago. She smiled brightly.

"I want you to be a witness in court," I told my nurse.

"I'll be happy to," my former nurse replied before I nodded.

"Why her?" The second doctor asked me.

"It's under the category of non of your business," I spat at the second doctor before leaving the room.

While I was walking down the hallway toward my room, I happened to have run into Operative K. He glared angrily at me while I shot a glare back at him.

"Your little girlfriend being considered a trespasser, there is no way you can keep her from prison," Operative K threatened.

"I'm not. I'm keeping her from your cells. I will not have my client be kept in your prison cells," I declared.

"And what proof do you have?"

"Lots. I'll see ya in court."

I decided to put a little fear in K before going to the court room. I happened to have run into Rachel along the way. She smiled her perky smile and I gave a smile back.

"Did you get the papers?" Rachel asked.

"Yep. It's a good thing you're good in English, I suck," I halfly joked before giving Rachel the papers. "Do you think you can have my report ready by tomorrow?"

"Of coarse."

"Good, because I have to be in court in two days. If I'm late, Sam will tear me to pieces."

Rachel started laughing before saying, "you're funny. Um, if you want to, you can come over to my room. We can discuss more about the case with your client."

"Thanks, but I don't see a future," I replied before Rachel cocked her eyebrows confused.

"What are you talking about?"

"What I mean is that I don't see us going beyond friendship."

"Oh," Rachel realized in disappointment. "How did you find out?"

"I'm not stupid and Freddie was talking about you staring at me on my first day of freedom."

"I can understand that, I guess. If you need someone to talk to, I'm always here, Danny."

"Thanks for the invite," I said sarcastically before leaving down the halls.

I knew Rachel was having a hard time getting over me. I was hoping that telling Rachel that I had no interest in her would be enough for the annoyance to disappear. Unfortunately, it didn't and I had to show up in court at a two day deadline. I started thinking that after the court case was over, things will go back to normal. I can visit Sam in prison when she moves to the police station. Maybe after Sam gets out of probation, we could start being boyfriend and girlfriend and all that junk.