Sorry about the long wait. I have exams coming up so it's been study, study, study for me. We start with the gang, and then go to Tony.

I don't own NCIS or Danny Phantom

Chapter 8: Negotiation

"I-I-It's...cold." Tucker stammered, wrapping his arms around himself.

Of course, none of them had thought to bring coats to the Ghost Zone since it had been summertime back in Washington D.C. McGee was nodding in agreement but Sam, Ziva, and Gibbs were gritting their teeth, deciding to suffer in silence.

Gibbs looked around. He couldn't understand why this particular place was important- it just looked like snowy wilderness to him. It was like being in Antarctica. Still, the grin on Phantom's face showed that he was confident they were in the right place.

"What...or who exactly are we looking for?" Ziva asked.

"Clockwork mentioned someone," Sam said, "Frostbite...I think."

"Well I'm definitely getting frostbite just standing here." Tucker complained, "Can we find this guy already?"

Before anyone could move, however, a huge figure cast them into shadow. Looking up, Gibbs immediately thought of yeti—a giant yeti baring it's teeth, to be exact. All three NCIS agents drew their guns and moved to act as a barrier between the creature and Sam, Tucker, Jazz, and Phantom. The ghost boy, however, moved in front of the agents and motioned for them to stop.

"Wait!"

He turned to the creature, his arms still outstretched. "Don't attack us! We're here, looking for someone. Does 'Frostbite' ring any bells?"

The creature stopped growling. "I am Arctic, his Captain of the Guard. You are the Ghost Child, our Savior, correct?"

"I'm what? Listen, we, uh, need his help," Danny said, "Can you take us to him?"

Arctic nodded once and plodded in the direction that he came from, the Team in his shadow.

"Do you really think Frostbite can help?" Gibbs asked Phantom. The ghost boy shrugged.

"I dunno. If he can't, then we look for Tony on our own; I know a few places we can start."

But that was unnecessary because Arctic led them into what seemed to be a camp. Identical yeti-ghosts were everywhere the group looked, pointing and whispering about the new arrivals. Suspicious, Ziva and McGee kept their hands near their holsters.

"The People of the Far Frozen," Arctic grunted in introduction, "Our king, Frostbite, is in the Sacred Chamber. He will be very pleased to meet you."

"The Chamber?" Jazz whispered to Sam. Sam shrugged as they entered another tunnel. This one was covered in drawings, almost caveman-like. Sam took a closer look; the drawings all looked familiar. Almost like…

"Danny!" she cried, "Take a look at these!"

Danny turned to where she was pointing to see drawings…of himself.

"Phantom?" Gibbs questioned from beside him. Looking at the many drawings of the same face, Gibbs could see that Phantom was revered here, but from the look on the ghost boy's face, he was seeing these for the first time. Apparently, this ghost boy was very important in the Ghost Zone; this only made Gibbs wonder more, 'Why was he in Washington D.C. of all places?'

"Wow," Danny said, "This is cool."

"Yeah," Tucker said, rolling his eyes, "In the land of furry, flea-bitten yeti, you're a legend!"

"Shut up," Danny said as McGee snickered.

"Look," Sam said, pointing to a drawing that was larger than the others, "That's you defeating Pariah Dark."

"Who?" Ziva asked.

"The dreaded Ghost King," a voice said from behind them, "The ghost child saved us from his wrath, and for that, we are his servants."

They all turned to find a second yeti; this one was more royally dressed though, and was beaming down at them, or more specifically, at Danny.

"Uh, thanks?" Danny said. He honestly had no idea how much respect his actions had earned him that day but , here, they were treating him like some kind of king, "Are you Frostbite?"

"Indeed," the yeti nodded, "You have come for help, I have heard."

"Yeah," Danny said, "Clockwork told us that you could help us find our friend, Tony. He's lost in the Ghost Zone. Probably drifting."

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On the contrary, Tony was actually being pulled, quite firmly, along by Walker. They passed cell after cell, where Tony could see many unhappy ghosts. The handcuffs that the ghost had bound him with were digging into his wrists and he winced.

"I'm sure there's been some misunderstanding; I came here by accident. I'm with NCIS—Senior Special Agent Anthony DiNozzo."

"Human titles of authority won't work on me," Walker said, curtly, "If you're guilty, you're guilty."

"But I haven't done anything!" Tony protested. This ghost was beginning to get on his nerves, "You have no right—."

"I have every right. Now be quiet, or I'll increase you're jail time by 25 years."

"What?!" Tony said incredulously, "How long are you holding me?"

"First offenders serve for 100 years."

That stunned Tony into silence. Forget being a pile of dust by that time, this was ridiculous.

Walker dragged him into a cold, dark cell. There was a squat ghost wearing blue overalls sitting in the corner who barely raised his head as Walker opened the cell door.

"Here, you can keep this nuisance company," Walker growled, "And I've electrified the walls, so don't even think about walking through them." With that, he shut the cell door with a clang and left.

The squat blue man jumped up. "Beware! For I am the Box Ghost!"

"The what?" Tony had never heard of such a pathetic name for a ghost.

"I am the Box Ghost! Fear me!"

"Yeah...I don't think so," Tony said, getting up to look through the bars at the Ghost Zone beyond, "Why?"

"I will terrify you with any object square or cardboard!"

"That's it?" Tony said, crossing his arms, looking down at the man, "Not really what I would call 'terrifying'."

The ghost stamped his foot, not unlike a child, "I cannot be contained inside this cell!"

"Whatever," Tony said, turning back to the small window, "Why does Texas Ranger think I can walk through walls?"

"Humans are the ghosts of the Ghost Zone," the Box Ghost replied, "Are you saying that you can't?"

"Seriously?" Tony stretched his hand to touch the wall, but jerked it back as he received a small shock. "Ow!"

"There's no getting out for you," the Box Ghost said, "You will have to serve your time."

"But 100 years!" Tony said, "I can't stay here for 100 years! I'll be dead before my time is up. I have a team to get back to!"

"It is impossible," the Box Ghost said, "I will haunt you in this cell for the rest of your life. Fear me!"

Tony had no idea he could hate someone…or something… in such a short space of time. "No chance Lumberjack."

Sorry I haven't updated in a while; I've been focusing on studying for my exams.

Till next time,

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