A/N: UP-DATE!

When A Stranger Calls

Chapter Five

Huh?

Danny cleared his throat, flipping the cell phone open. "Hello?" he asked. Tucker held the counterpart phone to his ear, watching the machine before him beep into life softly.

"Hey," the girl said, her usual tone apparent. "How's it going?"

"Uh, alright," Danny mumbled, watching Tucker. "You?"

A sly chuckle. "Missing you," she said, making Danny gulp. "I'm still waiting for you to agree to going out one night. We could meet somewhere..."

"Like where?" Danny asked, pacing back and forth across the tucker in front of Tucker, still watching him. Tucker grinned; Danny frowned. Tucker would never leave him alone about this for as long as he lives!

"Somewhere dark...warm, and private," the girl said. "Just you and me. The silence...At least, silent until we uhmmm..."

Danny felt his face go hot as the girl moaned softly. Tucker was practically rolling, laughing as quietly as a silent movie. Danny brought his hand up to his face, trying to hide his embarrassment. "Can you please not...do that," he pleaded with her and she laughed.

"Sorry..." she whispered softly. There was a soft pouting sound from the otehr line and Danny frowned.

"What?" he asked.

"Wait up, kay, Danny? It seems I have another line. Be back..." It sounded as if she'd clicked on him, but the dial tone didn't sound so Danny figured he'd take this as his chance.

"Anything?" Danny asked as the beeing of the machine suddenly stopped. Tucker wiped away a small etar forming in his eye and he nodded.

"Yeah," he breathed, breathing heavily because he was still tyring to control his laughter. Danny rolled his eyes and came to stand netx to him, leaning forward as he placed his hand on the table where the machine was seated. He still held the phone to his ear.

Tucker frowned suddenly, and he clicked a few buttons on the machine. "Something's wrong..." he mumbled. Danny narrowed his eyes.

"Why are there two...locations?" he asked, almost to himself.

"That's what I don't get," Tucker mumbled. Then he smacked his head. "Duh! The other-line. The person who called ehr! It msut be interfering with ehr signal. That's why we got two locations."

"Wait," Danny said, pointing at the lap-top like screen. "Look at this address!" He pointed at one of the dots. Tucker blinked, then frowned.

"No way," he mumbled to himself. "It can't be, can it?" He stared at Danny questioningly, and Danny stared back before staring back at the screen.

"Only one way to find out..." Danny grumbled, puzzled.

The address read:

3356 E. Dock Street
Amity Park, CA 91534

Otherwise known as Sam's House.

"We could have waited until she came back to figure out which location was the wrong one, you know," Tucker shouted into the webcam situated on intersection of the handlebars of his scooter. The wind blew his face dry as he sped down the dark street on his motorscooter. He glared like an abandoned puppy at the image of Danny's face.

"Just hurry up," Danny grumbled. He flew a safe distance above Tucker, holding his cell phone out in front of him. "What's the point? If we would have told her "Hey, I need to go find out where you are, so I gotta go" then it would be too suspicious. And it's not like it's not expected. For all she knows, talking to her makes me too nervous to even speak."

"Whatever..." Tucker mumbled slyly, but kept on after Danny.

The houses swept past Tucker as he rode. They started out regular, one story homes before gradually turning into small two story houses, and finally, mansions. "Almost there," Danny's voice called through the cam and Tucker sighed as he saw the Manson Mansion come into view.

"We are here," he replied. He stopped his motoscooter in front of the large building and waited for Danny to land next to him.

"Here goes nothing," Danny said, resuming human form.

"Wait right here," Mrs. Manson said, voice unfriendly. She partially closed the door and her muffled voice sounded softly behind it. Danny and Tucker stood just outside the door, waiting for Mrs. Manson to call down her daughter. Danny tapped his foot, unsure of what he would even say, how he would ask. The voice had sounded familiar form the very beginning but Sam? It didn't seem as if she would do that. It just wasn't her. But the posibility existed. It was a 50-50 chance.

"Dude, clam down, it wasn't Sam," Tucker said, raising an eyebrow at the boy's nervousness. "The voice sounded nothing like here."

"You would know," Danny retorted and Tucker scowled. Danny smirked.

"I'm going!" shouted an angry voice from somewhere inside and before they knew it, Sam opened the door, ready to knock someone's lights out. "What!?" she shouted, then stopped, shocked. "Oh, s-sorry guys, I was expecting someone else."

"Who?" Tucker asked, tugging at his ear as if her shout had ripped through his ear drums.

"No one," Sam sighed. "What are you guys doing here?"

"We just wanted to ask you a couple of questions," Danny said matter-of-factly. Sam sighed and slumped her shoulders. She stepped to the side, allowing them entry.

"If you must," she murmured. "Come in."

"Thanks," Danny and Tucker chorused as they stepped in. Sam closed the door behind her, then stepped in front of them.

"We'll talk in my room," she said, signaling for them to follow her.

"What were you doing before we came?" Danny asked, climbing up the stairs behind her.

"Phone call," Sam said nonchalantly.

"Was that what made you mad?" Tucker asked further, eyeing Danny. The other teen looked away.

"Sorta, they kinda clicked on me," Sam spoke, opening the door to her room.

"I see..." Danny mumbled, stepping after her. Tucker followed. Her bed was undone, but otherwise the room was as clean and neat as it usually was.

"Close the door," Sam said. "I don't want our conversation to leak out." She walked across her room and sat on a random chair. There were usually three chairs in the room because Tucker and Danny would sometimes visit, though not often. But today there were more. Along with a couple of pink artifacts Danny had never seen before. He narrowed his eyes at them: pink berrets and what looked like bright make-up in a pink container.

"I wouldn't want it to either," Danny agreed, and closed the door.

E/N: YEAH!

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