Nothing like a bit of fun in the sun... and a stupid fruit loop...

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2 Shadow of Doubt

Sam walked back to her towel, strawberry smoothie in hand. She noted Danny watching the other teenage girls on the beach walking by and rolled her eyes. "God, Danny, are you going to keep your wandering eyes to yourself or what?"

He glanced back at her and grinned. "Depends."

"Depends on what?"

"On if Tucker can get any of the good girls."

Another boy walked towards them, seemingly depressed. He was of an African American descent, wore glasses- a seemingly tech geek in the making. And he was. Tucker Foley knew everything about every technological device known to mankind. He looked over at his best friends. "I tried to get a girl…"

"…but you couldn't find one," the ghost teen finished. "Cheer up, Tucker. You're bound to find someone."

He gave Danny a sour look. "Oh, be quiet. Just because you have a girlfriend…"

Sam sighed. "Very funny."

A brown haired man with blue eyes walked into the house, carrying a crime scene kit and camera. He noticed a blonde-haired Southern beauty already examining a table with Latex gloves. She looked up and smiled. "Decided to take this call?"

"The supernatural deaths always get me interested, Calleigh," Ryan Wolfe replied, setting down the case. "So what do we have?"

"Seven year old Michael Ivey died of a hand print on the stomach," she replied, holding up a camera and adjusting the lenses. "It's pink and somewhat large. I don't know what Alexx diagnosed it as, but I think it's… creepy."

Ryan raised an eyebrow. "No signs of forced entry. All doors were apparently locked from the inside. And the mother said the only thing she heard a strange sort of 'gunshot.'" The camera flashed and clicked as he snapped everything in sight of the camera.

Her face lit up. "Strange gunshots? Be still my heart!"

"Don't get too excited about this, 'bullet girl,'" he teased gently.

There was a scream on one end of the beach as other people began to stare over in that direction. Danny was one of them. He frowned and looked back at Sam. "Do you have a towel with you?"

She grinned. "But of course," she replied. "Does Phantom wear a black jumpsuit?"

"Yeah, but in Miami, he's wearing a toga."

Sam picked up her towel and put it in front of him. "A toga, Danny?"

He grinned mischievously. The familiar white ring of light appeared around the cross-armed teen, and in his place stood a white haired male wearing a black cotton cloth wrapped around his body like a toga. He wore no gloves, only three white rings on each hand and white flip flops. His green eyes sparkled with curiosity as he looked at the girl. "Yep. A toga, Sam."

She blinked. "You decked out into a new wardrobe?"

"It's Miami," he snapped. "It's hot here all the time."

He flew up and turned invisible, allowing him not to be seen by the citizens of Miami. The half-ghost took off towards the direction of the screaming and noted the people running from where he was heading. Typical- headlong away from the danger. As he got closer to the area, a pink energy beam knocked him from the sky, despite his invisible status. He fell about three stories before hitting the ground.

"Are we spying, Daniel?"

He groaned as Vlad Plasmius smiled down on him. "Possibly. What's it to you?"

"Everything. It means anything for a half-ghost mayor to watch his nemesis try anything stupid while you're on vacation."

"Wow," Phantom retorted, his voice dripping with sarcasm, green ectoplasm in his hands. "I didn't know you actually cared."

"I don't."

WHAM!

He never saw the fist to the face coming as he sailed backwards and hit a palm tree trunk. He groaned again and glared up at him. "What did you do wrong now?"

Plasmius smirked. "Oh, nothing," he replied, flying up and into the afternoon sky.

Horatio snapped on some gloves, taking a look over the DB, which was CSI talk for dead body. "Well, Alexx?"

She looked up. "Handprint on our boy here is a burn. Definitely a burn, but not one I ever saw before. Looks to be a really odd one, too. Penetrated through all layers, caused his insides to melt."

He blinked. "Melt, Alexx?"

"It gets worse," she continued grimly. "Looked up the DNA that belongs to little Michael's attacked off the epiphylls he left on the body for touching him."

Horatio waited.

"Belongs to a half-ghost, Horatio."

He looked confused. "Excuse me?"

"You heard me," Alexx told him, sighing. "Half-ghost DNA. It said that there is an actual location where actual ghosts live and a lot of other supernatural junk." She snorted. "Half-ghost my ass. What in the world would they be talking about? We should know what's going on these days anyway. We're the CSIs, and I don't even believe this supernatural stuff."

"And we won't know what happened until we solve the case, right?"

She rolled her eyes. "Obviously."

"Well, we're going to discover what is going on, Alexx." He smiled. "Besides, I'm rather intrigued by this." He frowned. "Maybe…"

Alexx looked at him. "Horatio?"

He waved his hand. "It's nothing. Just a flash of an old… acquaintance from college…"

Revised on January 25, 2007. Author's notes, I mean. I feel so stupid for doing that... But please review! Thanks for reading. Damn toga comment. Someone shoot me... -shot-