Sorry I haven't written in a while. I had a bit of writer's block for a while, and then midterm exams came up so…I was busy. Anyway, here's the chapter you guys have been waiting for. For those of you wondering what the other half of the gang are doing all this time, I'm going to start with them.

I don't own NCIS or Danny Phantom

Chapter 12: Extraction

Halfway across the Ghost Zone, Ziva, and McGee watched as Tucker and Jazz paced back and forth in the snow, trying to figure out what to do next. It had been half an hour since Danny, Sam, and Gibbs were pulled away by the Infi-Map, and they were still stuck in the Far Frozen. Without Danny to fly them through the Ghost Zone and without the Specter Speeder, they had no way of getting out of the Far Frozen to find their friends. Frostbite told them he would see if there were any more treasures in the Sacred Chamber that might help them.

"How exactly are we going to find Phantom, Gibbs, and Sam even if we do get out of here?" Ziva asked.

Jazz quickly solved that problem when she rummaged in the pack she had brought along with them and pulled out what Tucker recognized as the Booo-merang. For reasons unknown to them, ever since it was first created by her parents, it only locked onto Danny, which had always been a nuisance to explain away.

Now, it was going to be very useful.

"This boomerang locks onto Phantom, no matter where he is. My parents built it," she handed it to Ziva, who began examining it, "It's off right now, but when we switch it on, it'll lead us right to Phantom."

Tucker spoke up, "And I have its signal so, when it does reach them, we'll be able to see where they are on my PDA."

Sure enough, Jazz took the Booo-merang back, turned it on, and let it fly into the Ghost Zone; it zoomed off like a magnet, attracted to only one target. It also appeared as a green dot on Tucker's PDA.

"Your parents built that?" McGee asked as he watched the invention spin away.

"Yeah," Jazz replied, "All of the stuff I've brought are their inventions. Most of them are weapons, so if we run into trouble, we won't be defenseless."

"Trouble…like that ghost Skulker?"

"Yeah. Most of the ghosts I've seen are like him and worse." Jazz saw the looks that McGee and Ziva exchanged and added quickly, "But Phantom isn't one of them, trust us. Tucker and Sam told me about your investigation and I highly doubt that Phantom was the one who killed your man."

"How can you be so sure?" Ziva asked.

Jazz and Tucker looked at each other but didn't reply. They both glanced down at the PDA, watching the green dot that was the Booo-merang. It was still moving quickly.

'Little brother,' Jazz thought to herself, 'Where are you?'

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'So close!'

Danny wanted to scream in frustration. As Walker's grip tightened on his arm, he couldn't help but think of how all-too-familiar this situation felt. Last time, it was because of his parents' anniversary gift, and now it was a badge and gun. Maybe next time, if there was a next time, he should just get out as quickly as possible and leave confiscated items alone. Well, it was too late now. He was caught in Walker's grasp again. And Walker must have had plenty of time to think of how he would get his revenge.

But Danny remembered how he escaped previously. Maybe he could try that again…

"And you're not doing that human trick to slip through my fingers again."

There went that plan.

Walker was still laughing over him. "Oh, I've been waiting for this day! I have much in store for you."

Danny gulped, "Can't you just throw me in a cell?"

"No," Walker shook his head, still sneering at him, "A hundred-year sentence couldn't hold you. Turning your precious town against you didn't get rid of you. No, this time, you have to suffer and I. WILL. HAVE. ORDER!"

Walker produced a silver collar that looked scarily familiar. Danny recognized it as the same collar that Walker had put on Wulf. Walker saw the fear in his eyes and smiled.

"You remember this, don't you? I had to control that mutt somehow and you had to set him free." Walker was momentarily distracted by the sound of something heavy hitting the bars of the window but, seeing nothing there, he continued, "You don't know how much of a pain chasing after him has been. Apparently, some of my guards chased him all the way to your world, only for some human to get in the way."

Danny gasped as an image of the crime scene, the dead Marine in the alley, came to the forefront of his mind. It only made him angrier, though. He couldn't believe that the man had died for being in the wrong place at the wrong time.

The thought of the dead man distracted Danny from the rest of Walker's rant and his stomach dropped when he saw Walker's hand, with the collar in his grasp, reaching towards his neck. Before, Danny had been completely still, having already given up struggling. Now, as the collar was getting closer and closer, Danny began to panic. He tried shooting an ecto-blast with his free hand, but Walker quickly directed it at the ceiling. Struggling was useless as, no matter how strong Danny was or how hard he fought, Walker was stronger.

Danny heard a cry of 'No!' and glanced back at the entrance to Walker's office. Sam, Tony, and Gibbs were standing there, horror etched on their faces. Sam and Tony were holding their ray guns and they both started firing at Walker. With a shout of pain, Walker let go of Danny and the ghost-boy fell to the ground.

But it was too late.

Danny's stomach dropped as he felt the cool metal against his neck. He stood up and tried to pull it off, but, just like when trying to pull it off Wulf, it wouldn't budge. He watched as Walker turned towards his friends and shot his own ecto-blast towards them which made them drop their weapons. With a loud whistle, Walker called in some of his ghostly guards to restrain them as well. Now, they were defenseless.

"You three thought you were strong enough to take me down?" Walker laughed. He retrieved a small remote from his desk and, with all eyes on him, he pressed the single button.

Then, the pain began.

Danny dropped back to his knees as the electric shock tore through his body, squeezing his eyes shut against the pain. He screamed. His whole body felt like it was on fire, but he could do nothing about it. He tried pulling the collar off, but it only shocked his hands.

The collar had been made for Wulf, a creature much stronger than Danny. Now that it was on the ghost-boy, the shock was enough to throw him between consciousness and unconsciousness. He could just feel himself turning back into Danny Fenton, when Walker suddenly let go of the button, allowing him to reverse the change. When the pain finally did stop, Danny collapsed, suddenly exhausted. He felt tingly all over. As his ears stopped ringing, Danny could hear the last of his friends' shouts before the room was silent again.

"That," Walker said from somewhere behind Danny, "was just a taste of what I have in store for you. If you refuse to obey my rules, you will have to suffer the consequences."

"That's low," Gibbs said through gritted teeth, still trapped in a guard's hold, "Do you honestly think that this is the best way to get what you want—torture? You're nothing more than a coward."

Walker stormed over to where Gibbs was being held before stopping, almost nose-to-nose with him. Danny had to give Gibbs credit for not backing down under the menacing glare he was receiving. Instead, Gibbs glared right back at him.

"I am a law enforcer, "Walker growled, "When rules are broken, I am there to restore order, no matter what it takes. He broke the rules, so he must pay for his resistance."

But Walker suddenly stopped. Listening for a second, the rest of them could hear why. There was something going on on the floor below. The sounds of a fight rose up to them, only seeming to get louder and louder as the fight was brought closer and closer to them. Danny's heart leapt as a few shots from ray guns blasted into the room, hitting the guards holding Sam, Tony, and Gibbs. The guards dropped their hostages. Seeing the opening, all three of them dove for their own guns, which were still on the floor, and began firing as well. The ghosts cried out in pain as the blasts from the guns hit them from multiple directions; as the shots tore through them, they retreated out the open door and flew away.

Then Tucker appeared in the doorway, holding a Fenton Lipstick.

"Tucker!" Danny shouted, relief washing over him.

His friend ran over to him, helping him up. "Sorry we took so long."

"How did you find us?"

"The Booo-merang told us where you were. Some of the ghosts that you set free found us stranded in the Far Frozen and were grateful enough to offer us a ride."

Ziva, McGee, and Jazz came in behind Tucker. Jazz immediately ran over to where her brother was on the floor. Ziva and McGee kept their guns trained on Walker who had moved away from Gibbs, stunned by the abruptness of the attack.

"Don't shoot him," Danny said, standing up. He was still weak so Jazz and Tucker were supporting him. "He's got the thing controlling this." He pointed to the collar around his neck.

Both agents hesitated, itching to shoot Walker, until Gibbs spoke up. "Listen to Phantom, but don't drop your weapons."

Gibbs picked up Tony's badge and gun from where they were lying on the floor, keeping his eyes on Walker. He moved to help Jazz support Danny. After seeing how much pain the ghost-boy had been in, Gibbs was surprised that he was standing at all.

"You alright, Phantom?"

Danny smiled weakly, "I think so."

Gibbs nodded before turning back to Walker, "Now," he said slowly, "We're going to walk out of here, and you're not going to stop us."

Walker sneered. He could see he was trapped. There was nowhere for him to hide. His guards had flown off. But he still had one bit of leverage. "Not while I have this." He said, holding the remote up.

But even that failed, as he saw Phantom holding the collar in his hand.

"How…how did you—."

"Wouldn't you like to know?" Danny said, throwing the now useless collar on the ground. And before Walker could say a word, Danny knocked him out with a well-placed kick.

"Now come on," Danny said, "Before he wakes up."

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Gibbs now understood why the yetis of the Far Frozen revered Phantom. He could certainly hold his own in a fight—Gibbs had seen that in the fight with all the other ghosts. He could also see he was a leader, already taking charge after an ordeal that would probably have left any human a sobbing mess on the floor or dead.

The shock had certainly had done something to Phantom though, because, as Gibbs had watched, he remembered seeing Phantom…change. He didn't know how else to think of it. But he remembered that, for an instant, Phantom's hair had changed from silver to black. It made him look familiar, but he couldn't remember why. Maybe he would ask Phantom about it later. But at that moment, he just wanted to get back to D.C.

They made their way out of the prison without any other obstacles. By the time they reached the entrance to the prison, Phantom was walking on his own, no longer needing to lean on Jazz and Tucker.

Their rope was lying by the gates, as was the rest of their equipment, sticking out of Jazz's pack. Gibbs was suddenly glad that the teens had decided to take such precautions before diving into the Ghost Zone.

Phantom picked up the Infi-Map from the grass, "We've got to return this to Frostbite. I don't think he'd like it if we kept it."

"Hey guys," Tony said, turning to Sam, Gibbs, and Phantom, "Thanks for getting me outta there."

"No problem, DiNozzo," Gibbs said, "Next time, don't go diving into portals that pop out of nowhere."

Tony grinned, "You got it boss." He turned back to Phantom, "Are you sure you're okay, though? That shock-collar thing seemed to take a lot out of you."

"I'm fine." Phantom insisted.

"What was that thing it did to you, though?" Tony continued, "It made this white light appear and your hair changed color."

So Tony had noticed that too.

Phantom had been tying the end of the rope around his waist while Tony was speaking. But to Tony's question, he froze. Out of the corner of his eye, Gibbs saw the other teens freeze as well, listening in.

Phantom rubbed the back of his neck in nervousness. It was that motion, that tiny reflex, which put all the pieces in place. There was only one other person who he'd recently seen do the exact same thing and, mentally putting the faces side by side, he realized why Phantom had seemed familiar. Why Danny was always disappearing, only for Phantom to show up. Why Danny so adamantly defended Phantom in front of his parents.

"Danny Fenton?"

Gibbs almost missed it, but he saw the shock in Phantom's eyes. It was gone in a flash to be replaced by a confused look. "Danny Fenton?" He glanced over at his friends. They came to his aid.

"Danny isn't here." Tucker and Sam said.

"Yeah," Jazz agreed, "My brother couldn't be Phantom. I would know."

But it was now too obvious for Gibbs not to see it. Apart from the eyes and hair, Danny Fenton and Danny Phantom were identical. He didn't know how, but he knew that, somehow, they were the same person. When Phantom turned to him and they made eye contact, Gibbs could see that he was right.

I decided to make this chapter longer to make it up to you guys. I quite enjoyed writing this chapter. Please don't kill me for the ending; I knew I wanted them to find out about Danny's secret somehow, and this was the best way I thought they would find out without him just telling them. Some of you might argue that Gibbs is unrealistically assuming that they are the same person. But I think Gibbs is smart enough to add everything up. Otherwise, what did you guys think of this chapter? Did you like it? PLEASE REVIEW.

Till next time,

Warriorette12