Well here you go. The first REAL chapter of Danny the bountyhunter. I'm sorry it's a little short but I felt this was all I wanted for this chapter.. I hope you like it!

Disclaimer: I don't own Danny Phantom... Although for the past few years I have put it on my christmas list... Santa is just having trouble getting it...

Chapter 1:

Three years later.

"Hey Rookie got a new assignment for you." Richard Freeman yelled from his office desk. The 'Office' was nothing more than a small dusty cubicle separated by the rest of the room by a five foot high gray divider. Danny -who was resting on a mouldy couch that good-will wouldn't even touch- sat up and stretched listening to the cracks coming from his back after napping on the decrepit excuse of a couch. After he assessed the aches in his neck he answered.

"You know I've been working here for almost two years. I'm sure I qualify as more than a 'rookie'." He grumbled in mock annoyance. The secretary, Susan, Peeked up from her paperwork and gave Danny a small smile. She knew this argument almost as well as Freeman and Danny did, they've been having the same argument on almost a daily bases.

"You want to get paid or sit on your ass all day?" Freeman barked. Danny shrugged to Susan earning a chuckle from the forty year old woman.

"Can't I do both boss?" Danny suggested as he sauntered into the man's 'office' and leaned against the wall. Freeman grumbled a few choice words that answered his question. Danny sighed. "Who's the target?"

"Ross Simpleton. Age, 35. Seems he has a thing for pretty young girls and has been targeting women between 18 to 25. He hasn't done more than peeping up until a month ago when he began stalking women. Then last week he tried to abduct a 19 year old girl but failed. The police didn't expect him to move up the ranks so fast. Until now he stayed under the radar. He's moving up fast. The next step will be-"

"Rape." Danny growled as he glared at the scanned photo of the guy. It was scum like this guy that made him sick. Danny thought of his cousin Danni who just turned 19. Danny picked up the paper and grabbed his bag. "Consider the guy caught. I'll expect my pay when I get back." Danny said as he walked out the door. Freeman leaned back in his seat and smiled. Susan walked in.

"This guy isn't too dangerous right?" She asked.

"You ask the same thing every time that kid takes on a case. You know I don't think I ever saw you worry about me like that back when I was in the game." Susan looks down at her husband's wheelchair.

"I just never let you see it." She smiles as she looks out the window as Danny drives his car from the back parking lot.

-Flashback-

It's been three years since Danny left. His parents received letters from him telling them not to worry. That he was fine. Tucker and Jazz received similar letters also saying his was fine. The letters return address was never written on them and they were never sent from the same place. Sam waited and waited to get a letter from Danny. Hoping to get an explanation as to why he left. But she knew. She knew why Danny didn't send her a letter. She knew the second she found those black roses smashed on the ground. She had screwed up. She had lost the one person she had ever and will ever love. The town lost a hero that day as well. Danny Phantom disappeared along with Danny Fenton, although the town never put the two together. For a while the ghosts had a field day attacking whenever and whoever the pleased. Then the Fenton's, Jack and Maddie, joined up with Valerie. After a while the ghosts and humans came up with a truce. We wouldn't harm then if they didn't harm us. After a while Danny Phantom disappeared from public thought. Who cared where he went? The town was safe. For now. Maybe it would remain that way as long as ghosts and humans lived along side of one another. Sam just always thought that Danny would've been the one to bring on this peace. That he would have been the savoir of the world. She felt that was the way it was supposed to be. Until that one day when she ruined everything.

After a year passed and Danny hadn't returned Sam gave up waiting for him. She graduated school and went to college and earned a degree in journalism. Sam was always a good writer and hoped that once she was a journalist she'd have access to the kind of information she'd need to locate her lost love. However life doesn't always go as you planned. Fresh out of college Sam applied to the major newspapers such as The New York Times, and USA today. Of course she didn't get the jobs. Eventually she sent out resumes all over the place and got a call back for a job with a tabloid magazine. She went to the interview and got hired on the spot. Since then she has been telling herself that this was better than nothing and eventually she'd get hired at one of the more reputable newspapers. But it never happened. She accepted the job and moved to New York. Once she was in the new city she emerced herself in her work trying to forget Amity Park and Danny. It didn't work. Even living in a new city didn't ease the memories of the past. One night one of Sam's colleagues, Monica, invited Sam out to hit a few clubs. She reluctantly accepted even though she was underage. Monica got Sam a fake ID from her friend and the two girls hit the town.

Sam's P.O.V.

I sat in at the bar as I waited for Monica to return from the washroom. This wasn't a good idea. What if someone finds out I'm underage? I should go. I could tell Monica I felt stomach sick or something. I stood up from my stool and glanced around the mass the people trying to see which way the exit was. Suddenly an arm snaked around my shoulder.

"Hey babe. Never saw you here before." Slurred a man's voice leaned toward me. I shook off his arm and looked at his face. He had dirty blonde hair that was thinning out even though he was only in his early to late twenties. His body was all awkward angles and very thin. His arms had several puncture wounds presumably from injecting some form of drugs into his body. This of course might explain why he was so thin.

"I don't go out much." I said as I took a step back toward the stool. The man didn't seem to notice my disinterest and slunk closer.

"Is that so? You know it's a little loud here why don't we go somewhere a little more private." He leaned in again. His breath reeked of alcohol.

"No thanks." I said as I backed up into the bar. The man put both hands on either side of me blocking my escape.

"What if you didn't have a choice?" He growled his voice low and menacing. I glared and was about to tell him off when another man's voice cut me off.

"I don't think the lady is interested." The voice said. Suddenly a man grabbed the drunks shoulder and spun him around.

"And who the hell are you!" Growled the drunken man. He stumbled as if the sudden spinning had disrupted his internal balance. Finally his eyes focused on the new man and filled with annoyance.

The new man stood between me and the drunk. He had blonde hair with greyish blue eyes and wore a tan jacket and blue jeans. "What if I said I was her boyfriend?" The blond guy said as he stepped back and put his arm around my waist. The drunk glared at the blond guy then at me.

"She's not worth it anyway." He grumbled as he disappeared into the mass of people. As soon as the drunk was gone the blond guy dropped his arm and turned to me.

"Thanks for playing along. That guy didn't hurt you or anything right?" He asked. I shook my head. "That's good. Jerks like that are scum that give the rest of us a bad name. Speaking of name's mine's Chase." He held his hand out to me.

"Mine's Sam. Thanks for that." I replied as I shook his hand. Chase and I talked until Monica came back. Chase was new to town as well he came here to run a small business that his uncle used to own. I was impressed that a 22 year old man already ran his own business. I asked him what they did.

"Nothing big, just buying stuff and selling it again. Doesn't pay much but it keeps the bill collectors at bay." He responded with a practiced grin. I felt something inside of me that I hadn't felt since Danny left. Attraction. While Chase wasn't my type, He was too smooth and reminded me of a university frat boy, there was something about the way that he stepped in to help a stranger that made me overlook his flaws. When Monica came back she said that she had ran into an old flame and wanted to go with him and asked if I was okay. I said I'd find a taxi and go home. She nodded and left again. "Leaving already?" Chase asked after she disappeared.

"Yeah I have to work in the morning." I responded.

"That's cool. Here I'll give you my number in case you want to hang out sometime." He wrote his number on a bar napkin and I left.

Okay guys one thing I have to point out... DON'T GO LIKING CHASE! Not until you know him better... That is all. I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter... Please reveiw.