Dizgirl: So yeah…didn't update this as often as I had hoped. Sorry about that. I hope this chapter makes up for it 'cause it's one of my favorites. I mean, a LOT happens in this one. Plenty of stuff… So, enjoy and love peeps!


A Dash of Ghostly Chaos

"Raimee?" Brian Perkings called as he knocked on her door softly. It had been two hours since she had locked herself in her room. He hoped that qualified as enough alone time before he could make an appearance and not be met with more tears and yelling.

"Raimee? Can I come in?" He listened closely for a muffled reply, but froze as an unfamiliar sensation swept over him. It was unlike anything he had experienced before. He could…feel like there was something cold in his daughter's room, but how he felt that he didn't know. He stood there, baffled by the strange feeling when suddenly the door opened.

"Dad, I said that you could come in," Raimee told him with muted impatience. Brian shook himself at her words, noticing quickly that the feeling had disappeared.

"Sorry, I just…uh, couldn't hear you," he replied, smiling to cover up his bewilderment. "Can we talk?" Raimee bit her lip and looked down at the floor.

"Sure, Dad." She swung her door open to allow him in. He grabbed her desk chair and she sat down at the end of her bed. Both were silent for a few minutes, looking at anything but each other. Finally, with a cough to clear his throat, Brian began.

"Raimee, you know the only reason I am so…hard on you about the ghost stuff is because I want to protect you from what happened to your mom." Raimee sighed and nodded.

"I know," she mumbled.

"And it's not that I want you to, er, ignore your gift because that is something from your mom and…it's just that ghosts are dangerous. You need to be careful."

"I am." Brian nodded, smiling briefly at Raimee's indignation.

"This is true. I'm just concerned that you might at some point decide that learning about ghosts isn't enough. If you decide to become a phan—" his lecture broke off as Brian felt the same chilling sensation again, this time coming from outside the room. He jerked his head in that direction, but there was nothing out of the ordinary. Just her window and the skyline of Amity Park.

"Dad? Are you okay?" He turned back to see Raimee looking at him with concern.

"Oh, of course," he assured her, running his hand through his hair. What was happening to him? But he couldn't ponder that now when he was talking to his daughter. Brian tried to refocus on their conversation.

"Uh…right. I just want you to tell me you won't get mixed up in all the paranormal things that are happening here in Amity Park."

"What if I can't help it?" she asked seriously.

"Just try your best," he said. "And that means not to go looking for it, like you did back in Chicago." Raimee opened her mouth to argue, but then shut it quickly.

"Okay," she agreed. With that answer, he sighed in relief. Daddy-daughter talks were definitely not his forte. Their strained relationship, especially for the past few weeks, was proof of that.

"Good…" Brian scrambled to come up with something to take their minds off the tense afternoon. "What do you say to going out for dinner?"


Laughter echoed off the brick shops lining the street as Danny, Sam, and Tucker slowly walked towards Casper High. Danny, grinning broadly as his friends fought to stay standing, continued with his story.

"So then my parents start describing how they'd rip Plasmius apart—you know, molecule by molecule—if he ever came near me again!"

"Too bad Vlad didn't come down and hear them," Sam said, chuckling. "I would have loved to see his expression!"

"That would be priceless!" Tucker agreed.

"Yeah…it was great…" Danny trailed off as they approached the school grounds, catching sight of Raimee as she walked passed the emptying buses. He frowned, his frustration from last week resurfacing. Now he didn't just have to keep an eye on her but on Vlad and that ghost Chaos too! "Speaking of ghost stuff…"

"Danny," Sam sighed, seeing that he was watching Raimee. "Will you drop your Raimee-is-connected-to-ghosts theory already?"

"Not until I get proof that she and Chaos aren't connected!"

"Wait, who's Chaos?" Tucker asked. Danny paused as he realized he hadn't told his two friends about his encounter with her on Saturday night. He had completely forgotten about it after the whole Vlad incident.

But even if he hadn't, he wouldn't have had the chance to go on his computer since his parents were constantly checking in on him. He wasn't sure if it was because of his injuries (already healed, but he still wore the bandages to hide that fact) or because a ghost had attacked their son in their own home and they refused to let that happen again. This would normally be a nice change from their usual obliviousness, but the fact that Vlad was able to freely move about their house while they searched for the "Wisconsin Ghost" was too ironic for comfort.

"Chaos is that new ghost I've been telling you about," Danny answered, pushing his agitated thoughts of Vlad aside. "The one who was picking on the Box Ghost and was also in the computer lab last week…. I fought her the same night as Vlad."

"So, did you get her?" Sam inquired as the trio went through the front doors of the school.

"No. She did this weird attack she called 'Chaos Sparks' and disappeared before I could pull out my thermos." Danny sighed heavily. "I seem to be missing ghosts a lot lately."

"I'm sure you'll get her next time," she reassured him. "But…what does she have to do with Raimee?"

"Well, like I was telling you guys earlier, she shows up and suddenly this Chaos ghost does too. Don't you find that a little fishy?"

"It's just a coincidence, dude," Tucker said. The three stopped near their first class, squeezing against the wall to avoid the students bustling through the hallway.

"What about all the times I sensed a ghost around Raimee? Half the time, it turned out to be Chaos," Danny countered, frowning at the unconvinced stares of his friends. "Come on guys!"

"So what would've happened if this ghost had showed up before Raimee did? Would you still suspect her?" Sam argued. "This is just like the whole Gregor thing; you automatically started suspecting him just because the Guys in White showed up at the same time."

"Fine," Danny scowled. "Maybe she isn't involved with Chaos, but she's definitely doing something ghostly. I'm telling you, there's something weird about Raimee. I just get this weird feeling around her. And what about the whole sign thing?"

"What sign thing?" Tucker asked. "You mean the one out front? It got knocked down in the fight with Technus, right?"

"Yeah, as Raimee stood right below it." Both friends exchanged looks of confusion.

"Wait, what?" Danny smiled, pleased to finally get the response he wanted.

"She was standing right below it, and it was too fast for me to save her, but she was just fine!"

"Did she jump out of the way?" Sam asked, crossing her arms.

"It was falling too fast," Danny repeated. "But she was okay. Instead, she just started asking questions about Technus."

"Okay, that is a little strange," she agreed.

"Thank you!" Danny exclaimed just as the bell rang for first hour. Sam raised one finger in warning.

"But that doesn't mean you're right; it just means that you could be."

"I'll take anything at this point," Danny replied, still smiling, as they followed their classmates into the health class.


'It was the weirdest thing ever!'

'It wasn't that weird,' Raimee objected with a roll of her eyes, exiting the school cafeteria.

'No seriously. It was like he was looking right at me! It was…' Chaos trailed off as she searched for the right word. 'Actually, it was kinda annoying.'

'He can't see you; you were invisible the whole time,' Raimee assured her. 'By the way, the prank you pulled on the waitress was not funny.' Chaos snickered heartily, and Raimee tried her best not to smile in response.

'That was priceless.'

'That poor girl…' Raimee sympathized, weaving through the crowded hallway towards her locker.

'Aw, she'll be just fine,' Chaos thought before returning to her original topic. 'The thing with your dad though...If I didn't know better, I'd think he was sensing me.'

'But he can't do that.'

'Then how do you explain how he looked right at me?'

'I think—' Raimee was interrupted as a guy in the hall bumped into her, sending her armful of books and herself tumbling to the floor. 'Oh crap!'

"Oh, sorry," he mumbled, helping her gather her books.

"No problem," she said, straightening up with a shaky smile. "I wasn't paying attention. Monday's will do that to you. You know, not enough weekend and too much week…" He shrugged and disappeared into the crowd, leaving Raimee blushing at her random prattling.

'Clumsy much?' Chaos joked. 'Unless he hit you. Then, do you want me to get him?'

'No no, it was my fault,' Raimee continued on her way down the hall, her cheeks still glowing pink. 'Anyways, uh, where were we?'

'Your dad seeing me now.' Raimee sighed heavily as she reached her locker.

'He didn't see you. He doesn't have the gift. I just think that he was nervous. You know, all that daddy-daughter bonding time he likes so much.'

'Uh huh…you weren't much help either. You guys are so quiet all the time!' Chaos shuddered inside her friend.

'Hey, we don't need to fill every silence with chatter like you. Besides, I though it was nice.'

'Yeah yeah, it was nice…for the first day. Then it just got boring. If it wasn't for that meeting with the ghost dude Saturday night, I would've died from boredom!' Chaos moaned.

'First of all, you're already dead. Second, the weekend was not boring. And third, you never really told me about meeting this Danny Phantom, except for the fact that you had,' Raimee rattled off as she opened her locker and put away her textbooks from her morning classes.

'What's to tell? We met, we talked, we fought…sorta, and then I left! I was in the middle of my training and he interrupted it. Any other time I would've been fine, but not when I'm in the middle of training!' Chaos ranted. 'Is it so much to ask for him to fight me on my time…like now?'

'I doubt he's going to fight when you want to,' Raimee thought. 'But I'm surprised you were upset that he showed up; you've been obsessed with fighting him for the past week!'

'Yeah, well I was busy,' Chaos defended herself.

'And when did you start training anyways?'

'A while back.'

'Usually you avoid any type of work unless it's dealing with fighting…what are you doing?'

'Don't worry about it. I'll show you someday when I've figured it out,' Chaos answered. Raimee pressed her lips together as she pulled out what books she would need for the afternoon.

'Chaos…if this is what you were doing in Madison…' she warned.

'Don't worry about it,' Chaos repeated.

'That's what you said the day that Plasmius found us!'

'I'm being more careful this time!'

"Hey new girl!" The two girls froze at the voice, abruptly remembering that they were in the middle of school. When she recognized the arrogant tone that demanded her attention, Raimee wilted slightly. Turning around reluctantly she came face to face with Dash Baxter who was accompanied by several of his equally big-headed teammates.

"What do you want?" she asked as civilly as she could, silently dreading what the bullying jock had in mind. It was enough that she was arguing with Chaos, did she have to add Dash to the list as well? He smirked, his blue eyes casually taking in her disheveled appearance from her earlier fall.

"I hear you're pretty smart," he answered, crossing his arms.

'She's as smart as you are idiotic,' Chaos muttered as she adjusted her position inside Raimee.

'Shush! I can't talk to both of you right now!' Raimee hissed before returning her attention to Dash.

"Yes I am. So what?" she ran a hand through her hair in an attempt to appear composed despite the sudden rush of adrenaline pumping through her veins. Dash looked at his fellow jocks with incredulous amusement.

"So I was thinking you could tutor me," he replied, his eyes remaining chilly while he grinned. "You know, like Mikey does." A small boy in glasses peered out from behind the other football players who were snickering quietly.

"And how does Mikey tutor you?" Raimee inquired, narrowing her eyes guardedly. More snickering.

"Well you do my homework while I don't pummel your face in!" Dash smacked a fist into his other hand.

"I don't think that's a good idea right now," Raimee said in a tightly controlled voice, ignoring Chaos's murmured threats of attacking 'Mr. Jerk-Jock'. "I'm still trying to catch up myself, besides I'm not that good of a tutor." Immediately she could tell that she had said the wrong thing—not that she was too surprised. Dash's face hardened subtly and his friends fell silent, watching him expectedly.

"Well it doesn't really matter what you think 'cause you don't have much choice," he threatened. Raimee's forehead wrinkled in dislike as he leaned in closer to her. She took a step back, bumping into her open locker. Despite what Sam had said about him lacking in brains, he definitely made up for it in muscle. She didn't have a chance of winning any sort of physical confrontation with him if it came down to it. Instead, she'd have to rely on her wit

She was doomed.

"Look, I can't really help you with anything. I told you, I'm not a good tutor!" Raimee stammered, clutching her books in front of her like a shield.

'Let me at him please! I'll totally go easy on him 'cause he's a human!' Chaos whined inside her head.

'No! You'll cause a scene!' Raimee warned her.

'Yeah and save your butt!'

'I said no!'

'Tch! You're as bad as your dad! He won't let you go near ghosts and you won't let me near humans!' Raimee closed her eyes, trying to block out Chaos's continued protests.

"Hey! Are you listening to me?" Dash questioned her, his face reddening from her lack of response. Raimee stood up straighter and looked him in the eye.

"Yes and it would be nice if you backed off a bit," she responded, letting her irritation towards both him and Chaos get the better of her. "I said no and that's final." His expression changed from barely concealed aggression to open hostility.

"No one says no to Dash Baxter!" he proclaimed, grabbing her by the shirt and shoving her into the lockers. Raimee cringed as the metal stabbed her back painfully. 'Owww!' she moaned silently.

'That's it! I'm taking over Ray!' Chaos thought, shifting inside her.

'No Chaos! You can't…!' But Raimee could already feel the familiar fogginess that accompanied ghostly possession, her thoughts and feelings swirled away before she could try to stop it. Outside her body glowed faintly, but it went unnoticed by the jocks and small crowd of people that were pausing to watch the scene unfold. 'Raimee' grabbed onto Dash's arm and looked up, sneering.

"I thought I said back off!" Twisting his arm, she broke his grip and pushed him back with her other shoulder. Stunned, he stumbled back into his teammates who scrambled to support his weight. 'Raimee' watched him with one eyebrow quirked up and her arms folded, having dropped her books carelessly. Growling, Dash leaped at her but she ducked and lunged forward, slamming him into the lockers on the other side of the hallway. Students scattered, breaking out into screams of alarm and indignation as the two moved past them. One hand at his throat, 'Raimee' smiled wickedly.

"So how 'bout we try that again," she said sweetly, her green eyes suddenly glowing crimson. "You leave me alone and I won't pummel your face in!" Dash's eyes widened in shock and he whimpered as he nodded. Still smirking, she let him go and watched him disappear into the circle of students around her, followed by his friends. 'Raimee' glanced around at the teens gaping at her.

"What do you want?" Her eyes flashed red again. Instantly the mob dissolved into groups of students who quickly left for their next class, chatting excitedly about the new girl taking on the football star.

'Now that's how you handle a bully,' Chaos thought with satisfaction. 'You can have the reins again, Ray.' She let go of her hold on Raimee and waited for her friend to resurface.

'CHAOS! What did you do!?' Raimee screeched inside her head as soon as she regained control. Stopping abruptly, she gently tested her shoulders muscles and cringed. 'And why do I feel like I've been hit by a linebacker?!'

'Well, I think he's actually a quarterback but who cares? I still got him,' Chaos replied offhandedly.

'You hit Dash!?' Raimee moaned out loud and stooped to pick up her books. 'Chaos! How could you? I told you to leave him alone!' Chaos snorted.

'Like how he was gonna leave you alone? Yeah, I don't think so.'

'It doesn't matter. Oh, who knows who saw that! The stories will be flying everywhere. It might even go all the way back to Wisconsin and then Plasmius will find out and come and try to get you again! And how am I going to explain this to Dad!? He's going to think I'm involved with ghosts again!' Raimee closed her eyes and rested her head against her locker door.

'Well you are aren't you?' Chaos asked, sounding slightly miffed. 'Last time I checked I was still a ghost.' Raimee rolled her eyes.

'Duh, but I don't want him to know!'

'I think you're blowing this out of proportion,' Chaos said calmly.

'And you aren't taking it seriously! I've told you before, that Plasmius ghost meant serious business. What happens when the story spreads that I beat up Dash, huh?! He'll find out! He knew about me and you, didn't he? And how will I explain what I did to Dash…which by the way what did 'I' do to him?'

'Tch, hardly anything! The dude's a wimp I tell ya. I was totally ready to kick his butt and he had to go and run for it!' Chaos defended herself with casual annoyance. 'One hit to the gut and a few threats and he practically fainted!' Raimee about fainted herself at her friend's words.

'One hit to the gut and a few threats—not a problem! Surely not going to send stories going freaking everywhere!!' she thought hysterically. 'You're the ghost of chaos and I understand that but could you have ruined our cover just a little more completely!?'

'Hmmm…yes. I really think I could have.'

'Now is not the time for sarcastic honesty or whatever!' Raimee growled.

'Okay okay! I'm sorry, alright? Calm down!' Chaos sighed exasperatedly as Raimee turned from her locker and tried to keep her breathing under control. The bell rang and she reluctantly headed for class, hugging her books to her chest.

'Now, don't go biting my head off,' Chaos continued, 'but I think we'll be okay.'

'Cha—'

'—Listen! Plasmius is all the way in Wisconsin. Why would news of a fight at some small city high school—'

'—A weird fight,' Raimee interjected crossly.

'Whatever! Why would a story like that reach him when he's so far away? And why would he care anyways? He's not gonna know it's us.' Raimee exhaled slowly, pausing outside of her classroom.

'Come on!' Chaos persisted. 'He wouldn't. We're safe and you know it.'

'Fine! From Plasmius at least, but not from people here,' Raimee snapped, scowling at the ground.

'Y'know, I don't think they will find this that weird compared to all the other paranormal stuff going on,' Chaos figuratively shrugged inside Raimee's body.

'Maybe…probably, but I wouldn't know. I was being possessed by a trigger-happy ghost ready to duke it out with a human!'

'Hey!' Chaos complained.

'But even if you're right,' Raimee thought before Chaos could defend herself, following the last of her classmates into her fifth hour math class. 'You forgot one very important person.'

'What? Who's that?'

'My dad.'

'Oh.'

'He's going to kill me if he hears about the fight,' Raimee moaned mentally.

'Um yeah, he probably is.'

'You are so not helping,' Raimee whined. 'And just as we were finally getting along…'

'Well maybe he won't hear about it. I mean, no teachers were involved,' Chaos suggested hopefully.

'Not with your luck I won't.' Chaos ignored the insult and continued.

'Plus, even if he does, I bet he'd believe your side of the story and not Dash's,' she spat out his name like a curse. 'And he doesn't know anything about me. I mean no one here does, right?' Feeling slightly mollified, Raimee nodded as she pulled out her notebook.

'Right.'


"Did you hear about that new girl?" Danny paused as he grabbed his history textbook, listening curiously to the two girls standing behind him by the drinking fountains. If they were talking about Raimee, he wanted to hear it.

"What?"

"She got in a fight!" He twisted his head to the side, pretending to look idly down the hall as he concentrated on the conversation. Raimee in a fight…? Despite his suspicions, it was strange to imagine her actually getting into a fight—physical or verbal. This must be just some rumor started by a student jealous of Raimee's novelty and the popularity that came with it.

"No way! With who?" Danny sighed and picked up his backpack. A false lead…

"You'll never guess; it was Dash Baxter!" Danny jerked forward, shutting his locker door with a little more force than necessary. That didn't sound like a rumor. He slowly turned around and leaned casually against the locker wall, stuffing his hands in his pockets. Now he had to hear the whole story.

"Wow! What happened?"

"I don't know for sure 'cause I wasn't there, but my friend was and she said he was trying to get her to 'help him with homework.'" The two girls exchanged meaningful looks that Danny understood immediately. It looked like Dash had taken his advice to get a tutor a little too seriously. He frowned, guilt swirling in his stomach. So it was most likely a beating versus a fight.

"So…?" The one prodded the other girl to continue.

"So, she snapped! Or at least that's what everyone's saying. She knocked him over and then threw him across the hall! Then she threatened him and everyone else to leave her alone!" Danny struggled to maintain his indifferent appearance at these words. Raimee had fought back? And won?

"My friend said it was really scary. And you know what was the weirdest part?" The girl's voice lowered to a whisper. Danny unconsciously leaned in as her friend did too.

"What?" she asked breathlessly.

"Some people said her eyes were red and glowing!" He froze, his hidden hands clenching into fists.

"Wow…"

"Yeah, I know!" The two girls moved on, leaving a stunned Danny behind. He remained motionless against the wall as he tried to understand what he had just overheard. Raimee had fought against Dash, won the fight, and had glowing red eyes. It was pretty obvious what that meant, but he never thought he'd get this clear of an answer to his suspicions.

But there was no other way of looking at it; Raimee really was involved with ghosts, and now he had proof!


Brian Perkings was utterly confused. Not only had he been feeling random cold spots around him for the past three days, but whenever he looked to see what was causing them, he found nothing but air. The worst of it had been during the dinner Friday night with Raimee. He was almost positive the icy sensation was originating from a spot right behind his daughter's chair, but nothing was there! Had he completely lost his mind or was he getting some strange illness that was messing with his nerves?

Work, normally mundane but satisfying, was horrible when he went back Monday morning. He had tried to focus on his current project, but instead spent half the time looking for a concrete source for the unexpected chills that would send goose bumps up and down his arms and the feeling that something was watching him.

By lunch time he had had it. He left work with the cliché but accurate excuse that he didn't feel well. Incessant paranoia could definitely fall under "didn't feel well" he decided. Instead he would go home, take a nap, and relax for a few hours. Perhaps these strange feelings were his body's way of telling him he was too stressed. Wasn't that the truth!

As he drove home, his mind continued to work furiously on trying to solve the puzzle of the strange sensations. Everything would be normal, and then suddenly the temperature would drop and the hairs on the back of his neck would rise up. Then, he'd…sense that something was nearby, something that definitely was not normal but was too real to ignore. He couldn't see it or hear it, but it wasn't just a feeling either. There was no other way to describe it than as a completely different sense…

A sixth sense…?

Brian chuckled to himself as he parked his car. Now he was thinking about movies and the supernatural. His problem had nothing to do with that! He was just sick or stressed or quite possibly hallucinating. He couldn't possibly be "seeing dead people!" He shook his head and smiled wryly, making his way upstairs to his new home. No, nothing like…

He froze on the stairs as he realized what he was thinking. A 'sixth sense,' a feeling that something inhuman was nearby…a ghost sense…like Raimee and Gina's gift? It wasn't possible! He couldn't have that power! No, Gina had specifically told him that it was a genetic thing passed down in her family. Raimee got it because she was Gina's daughter, but he couldn't have it. He shouldn't have it, but…

What else could explain what he was feeling? The cold, the impression that someone was there, the fact that he couldn't see anything but felt it instead…all of these were things that his daughter and wife had used to describe their gift. In fact, Gina had once tried to explaining it to him after they had seen that very movie.

"Well The Sixth Sense isn't too off about one thing. Sensing ghosts—'dead people'—is like a sixth sense. It's kinda like seeing or hearing or feeling or maybe even smelling, but it's also different," she bit her lip and tilted her head to the side, a thing she did whenever she was thinking hard.

"It's like all of those wrapped into one, and yet also just sorta this feeling like there's something there. It's cold usually, and once you get really good you can tell the difference in power levels. Sometimes, you can get so good at it, you can recognize a ghost based purely on their…um, energy." Seeing his mystified expression, she chuckled quietly.

"Maybe you'll understand it someday."

Yes, he finally did. But why did he suddenly have the gift now? Where did it come from? Brian finally made it into his apartment, contemplating those questions as he shut the front door behind him. Was it something he could've picked up from his daughter? Was that even possible?

And Raimee…should he tell her? Yes, that was given. She'd probably love the idea once she got past the shock. Wasn't she always telling him that he didn't understand her because he didn't have the gift too? That he was only being too hard on her, and ghosts in general, because he wasn't like her mom?

"Forget it. It's not like you understand."

Brian rubbed his temples as he sunk into one of the kitchen chairs. But even with their gift, and he was almost positive now that he had some form of it, he still didn't understand. How could Raimee or Gina sense these cold 'spots' and think that something good and kind was floating behind them instead of some strange monster! He had been trying the better part of the past three days to block the sense from his mind. How could they instead seek out these ghosts and try to befriend them?

"They are not pure evil! They're lost, or confused, or angry because of something that happened in their lives—that's what Mom said. She would agree with me if she was here!"

Yes, Gina had believed full heartedly that ghosts were generally good. Being a phantomologist, had given her plenty of time to research the supernatural. But where others saw mindless destruction and unprovoked brutality, she saw loneliness from a life unfulfilled or confusion from a life violently ripped away. And he had believed that too until…

His thoughts were suddenly interrupted as he felt the now familiar sensation of a cold spot—two to be exact—just outside the kitchen window. Standing up, he peered out through the glass to see if he could catch sight of the specters that were flying by. The street below was empty but he could feel the ghosts floating a few feet from him. He shivered, frowning softly.

From the edge of his vision he saw Raimee appear at the corner and he realized with surprise that three hours had passed since he had left work. Had he really been that absorbed in his thoughts and memories? Well it was a shock to suddenly have an entirely new sense thrust upon him! He still didn't understand what had caused it, but at least he could discuss it with Raimee now that she was home.

He glanced down at his daughter again only to notice that one of the ghosts up by his window was moving. He struggled to follow the movement, and his heart skipped a beat as he realized where it was going. The ghost—the monster—was heading straight for Raimee!

"NO!"


Danny flew invisible high in the air above where Raimee walked. He knew that he'd get in trouble for not going straight home after school, but between his talk with Sam and Tucker this morning and the fight between Dash and Raimee, he had to at least try to find out what she was doing. He was positive now that she was involved with ghosts; he just didn't know in what way. If he found that out and took care of it, then that was one less problem for him to solve.

On top of that, he'd finally have the chance to give his friends and sister solid proof that what he had theorized was true. He had tried to convince them to join him on his stake out, but Sam and Tucker had their own versions of grounding for helping him with his patrol and Jazz was trying to "lead by example" by going straight home and working on her homework.

Rolling his eyes and suppressing a groan he turned his attention back to his target. Raimee turned down a street to her left and Danny flew ahead, twisting around in the air to see her face. He wanted proof so badly, but so far her walk had been completely uneventful. Where was the evidence he needed?

Frustrated, Danny muttered to himself, "I just wish I knew what she was hiding!" He froze as his ghost sense went off and ominous chuckling came from behind him.


Dizgirl: One of the first scenes I ever wrote for this story was the one with Dash and Chaos (titled "A Dash of Chaos"). I loved it from the beginning, so I hope it came across right. Why not tell me with that nice little button in the bottom corner?