A/N: I've never seen the movie 'When a Stranger Calls', so don't even tell me the story is different, nor tell me I'm copying something. I've never seen the movie! AH GR! 0.0 Oh no, no I did not just say that! -melts-

When A Stranger Calls

Chapter Four

Wasn't Me!

Next day. Between classes. Danny's Locker.

Danny was talking with Tucker excitedly about something. "This is great!" he exclaimed, grinning with sheer joy. This was great! Really, it was!

"He said we could use whatever." Tucker's face also contained a contented look. He also looked proud, as if he'd accomplished something to his friend, or gone through with a big favor.

"You're uncle is a live-saver!" Danny said, just wanting to hug the boy. But that would be a little weird, he settled for just a feeble shake of the shoulders.

"And with your powers, we can find her in a jiffy!"

Danny clasped both hands together and smirked. "Finally," he mumbled.

"Unless of course you'd rather keep talking to her," Tucker said, nudging Danny playfully on the arm with his elbow.

"Ha, ha, Tuck," Danny grumbled. "Seriously, just because you're into that stuff, doesn't mean I am."

"Hey! I resent that!" Tucker retorted, only making Danny smirk. At that moment, their next friend, Sam Manson, appeared on the scene, looking curious.

"Hey, guys," she said happily. The boys turned to her and grinned before saying in a chorus, "Hey, Sam."

"You sure look happy," she said as she began to open her locker. It was right next to Tucker's, whose was right next to Danny's. It had always been like this since middle-school. She unloaded the books in her backpack as Tucker began to explained.

"Well, my uncle finally arrived today this morning! He said we could use his equipment to trace this...admirer of Danny's," Tucker said, shooting a smug look in Danny's direction. Sam nearly dropped her books. She had nothing to worry about now, but this still set her off her guard.

"O-oh?" she stammered out, eyes shifting quickly away from the boys.

"Yeah! So, you wanna do a stake-out?" he asked. "Stay over at Danny 'til around...what do you think, Danny? Ten maybe?"

"That'll work," Danny replied, nodding his head. "But seriously, is there no other way to trace the call? Do you have to be there?"

"What? Do you have something to hide, or something?" Tucker asked. Danny scowled. He knew he shouldn't have told Tucker! He'd been getting a kick out of this since he learned about it. Now, Danny figured he'd never live it down. Tucker's gonna bug him for the rest of his half-ghost life.

"Tucker," Danny warned.

"Come on, if you've got nothing to hide, then it shouldn't be a problem!" Tucker insisted. "Unless, of course, you use that call to, oh, I don't know, maste-" Tucker got no further, Sam smacked the back of his head before the word finished leaving his mouth. "OW!" Tucker exclaimed, rubbing the spot. He looked at the Goth girl. "What was that for?"

"For being perverted and having your mind in the gutter," she replied sourly. Danny took great notice of the tint of pink on the girl's cheeks and the redness of her ears. She was...blushing? Was there some sort of line guys weren't supposed to cross in front of girls he'd never heard of? This was probably very awkward for her...

"You don't have to be there, Sam," he said simply. "Tucker's just being an idiot right now."

"Hey!"

Danny ignored the boy's objection and continued by saying, "This'll all blow over soon enough, just wait until we get our hands on whoever this person is! I know it's someone from Casper High, I just know it!"

Sam lowered her gaze and quickly said, "We should get going now, don't want to be late for class."

Danny blinked. "Uhm, okay, come on, Tuck," he said. "We've got to get ourselves a plan of action! And we've got a math test today so..."

Later that day. Seven o'clock. Danny and Tucker had gotten all of the equipment set up in Danny's room. Sam had said she was going to have relatives over, so she couldn't come. It seemed like a logical excuse, so neither teen was suspicious. But all they had to do now, was wait for the call and trace it to it's location. They started to get bored.

"What if she doesn't call? Then I'll be the laughing stock of the school if she does go there!" Danny said. He was pacing back and forth, back and forth across the floor of his room. Tucker sat on his bed, watching the boy panic.

"Dude, it doesn't matter. We'll get her another day if she doesn't call this day," he assured his friend. There was a strange-looking machine suited on Danny's desk. It had with it a phone so that Tucker would be able to hear the person speaking too, much to Danny's dislike.

Danny finally sighed and sat down next to Tucker. "What do we do in the meantime?" he asked boredly. Tucker shrugged.

And then, as if on cue, Danny's cell phone began to ring. Danny jumped to his feet. Tucker stood up and both stood over his phone on the desk top. Tucker place a strange looking, tiny device on the speaker and signaled for Danny to answer.

Here goes...

E/N: Oooh, this is getting good! And I notice that most of you probably and seriously cannot picture Sam doing this, but come on people! I've got my reasons and Sam's got hers! Don't question the amazing Airamé Phantom!
Danny: Ego-problem.
me: Be quiet! But yes, I have my reasons. And it will be explained in later chapters. Don't worry!