I didn't expect the second session of court to fill the whole page, so I don't know how long this one will be. This one is going to be the big one. I hope you guys love it. Review please!

Sam and I entered the courtroom and took our seats. I grinned when I saw Tucker and my family all sitting on the witness chairs. This was perfect. I knew that Operative K was done for now. There was more proof I needed than I expected during the first session.

The judge announced the court to be in session. I was the first one to make my move. I took the interview recording and brought it to the judge.

"I did an interview on the former Operative Roger McGrawl, who was claimed by K to be fired for abusing the woman on the tape. I have reason to believe that Roger being fired was not because of his abuse, but to cover their tracks," I told the judge. "May I play the tape?"

"Go ahead," the judge allowed.

I pressed play and heard the recording of Rachel's and I's former interview.

"You were once Operative T. Is that correct?"

"Yes."

"On May 17th, you abused a woman of 34 years old for working with a ghost."

"I did. The woman saved a ghost girl whom she claimed to be her baby daughter. Anyone who works for a ghost is considered a threat."

Everyone gasped in horror, including the witnesses. I smirked right at K who was turning pale. He knew he caught red handed.

"Wait, so this woman was arrested for protecting a baby ghost girl?"

"Sure. Any ghost young or old is considered a threat."

"Why were you fired?"

"That's easy. There was some sort of court debate about our treatment toward our prisoners and the Operatives didn't want any suspicion."

I stopped the tape and said, "I rest my case."

"This is surprising. Especially coming from a government organization," the judge claimed.

"Although, that's not the only thing this government organization has kept to themselves. In fact, if they would've provided Miss Manson the updates on Danny Phantom's sentence, she would never have broken into the facility," I added. Everyone was confused including my family and Tucker. Sam knew where I was going. "Miss Manson, will you come to the stand?" Sam stepped up to the stand and said her oath. We both knew that K was going to get busted big time. "Why did you break into the facility?"

"To free Danny Phantom?" Sam replied.

"Were you aware of Danny Phantom's behalf?"

"No."

"I object!" Operative K shouted.

"Objection sustained. Go on," the judge said.

"That will be all, you may step down," I told Sam before looking at Tucker. "I will ask our witness Mr. Foley to come up to the stand." Tucker went to the stand after saying his oath, and then I asked him, "do you know where Danny Phantom is right now?"

"No," Tucker replied.

"Is he still in prison?"

"Yes."

The jury's eyes widened. They knew I was Danny Phantom and they knew Tucker did not recognize me.

"You may step down," I told Tucker before he stepped down. I turned to my parents. "Mr. and Mrs. Fenton, will you two come to the stand?" Both my parents said their oaths and I asked them, "do you know where your son is right at this very moment?"

"He's at the Guys in White prison, right?" Mom answered. This time, everyone gasped. When I say everyone, I mean the jury.

"Your son was bailed out two months ago. Certainly, you knew of this matter."

"No, we didn't," Dad replied. "Where is he?"

"Why don't cha tell him K. Where is Danny Phantom right now?" I asked in a smirk.

"I'm looking at him," K answered in a glaring manner. "You were bailed out and became an operative by court orders. Not to mention you agreed to be Miss Manson's lawyer."

"Why didn't you inform Mr. and Mrs. Fenton? They're the parents. They have my birth certificate and my custody papers. Even if my behalf was confiscated, should the guardians of a child, until adult age, know what's happening to that child?" I asked demandingly. K showed pure anger on his face and his fists were shaking. "Well?"

"Yes, they should."

"Why didn't you? I know, because I'm a ghost. I'm done here. Mr. and Mrs. Fenton, you may step down."

My parents and I returned to our seats. I noticed they were staring at me longingly, even Tucker. Sam smiled at me and I gave one back. The judge looked at Operative K.

"Any farther questions, K?" The judge asked.

"No farther questions, your honor," K replied.

I smiled victoriously as the jury looked amongst themselves. I knew what they were thinking. Probably that Sam cannot be taken to a jail cell that is full of biter treatment. There was an extreme amount of hope that Sam's sentence will be taken place at a police station. Operative K stepped up to give his final words.

"This girl has done multiple damages to our government facility. This place is no different than the FBI jail time. If you can trust the FBI, why can't you trust us?" Operative K questioned rhetorically. He stepped down.

I stepped up and said, "You may've not been in those prison cells, but I have. If it was just the pig slop they call food, I wouldn't give a crud if my client goes to that prison. Those people who call themselves government agencies, they cut me open, they tortured me, only because I was half ghost. They also tortured that woman on the tape for protecting her baby girl who was a ghost. Do you really think that little girl was a threat? Maybe I am a threat, but that little girl? A little baby girl probably barely a year old, is she a threat or is it the people that tortured her mother brutally?"

I sat down by Sam before the judge ended the third court session. Everyone left and I took my client back to her cell. I used my break time at the facility to get coffee. I felt so exhausted after that last court session. The good news was I was very close to winning the case. I had the strongest feeling I was. Freddie, Paul, and Charles sat next to me at the table with their drinks. I was happy to have company.

"You did great, Danny. We saw the whole thing," Freddie grinned.

"Yeah. You're so gonna totally win this case. We can celebrate after the court declares your girlfriend's sentence," Charles said.

"Sure. I'd love that. You know, I wouldn't have come this far without you," I smiled.

"Of coarse. What are friends for?" Paul replied.

"You know. I never thought I'd enjoy working at the facility. Maybe it's time that someone joined here that isn't like everyone else," I thought.

"Danny, you rock. You really do and the kids here hunt ghosts just like you. We were taught that every ghost is a threat, but you showed everyone that not all ghosts are like that. I never thought you'd show some personality until that day you came to room with us," Freddie admitted.

"You glared at me the first day we met, why?"

"We thought you were a threat."

"What changed your mind? The next morning you started teasing and being all friendly."

"That was my doing," Paul admitted. "You woke me up that night talking in your sleep. You were crying, because you missed your family and you begged the agents to let you see them one more time. My folks died years ago before I could remember. I knew how you felt and I started realizing you had feelings and emotions. Everything we were taught about ghosts was incorrect, because you were no different from any of us. You acted so human."

"I heard it too. I almost cried myself. We talked the morning before you woke up and decided that maybe it's time we got to know you a little bit. If you were just like the rest of us, how bad could you be?" Freddie finished.

"Wow. I talk in my sleep. That's something new," Danny responded.

"It's okay. We're pretty used to it by now," Freddie reassured.

"Yeah, my favorite is you being annoyed at Rachel," Paul grinned. "More of the reason why I have my chance with her."

"If she'll say yes."

"Shut up, Fred."

"She's a little disappointed about me not being hers. You could go to her so she'll have a shoulder to cry on," Danny smirked.

"Great idea!" Paul grinned before leaving the table.

"I give him all the luck in the world," Charles said.