Yeah, I know, my updating sucks. I swear, I'm trying. I've been working on a few other things as well. Get ready for a My Ghost Christmas Part 3, and a few Young Justice stories. Also, if you like my Code: LYOKO Light and Shadow series, keep your eyes open. I plan on major editing for Light Rising, along with minor editing to the other stories, just to clean up the spelling and grammar, but nothing to change the story lines. If you read them before, you won't have to read them again to understand what is going on. There is also a surprise in store for all those who have followed, favored, and reviewed the series that will most likely come in early February, maybe a little sooner, maybe a little later. It will come in the form of a private message. Until then, enjoy this chapter of Dance Until You Die.

"You're all grounded!"

The words that came from Pamela and Jeremy's mouths wouldn't have impacted normal teenagers stuck at a beach house in Florida, but it did to Team Phantom.

After all of the police left, the teens were told they weren't allowed to leave the beach house without adult supervision.

The three of them sat in Sam's bedroom.

"So what are we going to do?" asked Sam. "We're stuck here."

"Not all of us," said Danny. "I'll go after the ghost."

"By yourself?" asked Sam. "Are you crazy?"

"I have immunity to his power," said Danny. "He can't make me dance."

"Dude, remember what happened with Ember," said Tucker. "You were great up until she got more power."

"I'll just have to be careful," said Danny.

"How are you going to find him?" asked Tucker. "He just shows up."

"I don't know," said Danny. "I can fly around until he shows up."

"That's stupid," said Sam. "Miami is huge. It would be one thing if it was Amity Park, but this place is like ten Amity Parks."

"Do you have any other suggestions?" asked Danny.

"Let the police do their job?" Tucker asked with a shrug.

"You know that's not going to work," said Danny. "They don't know what they're getting into."

"This ghost might not be that strong," Sam pointed out. "He has the power to hypnotize, but you never fought him, just chased him off."

"I have to try," said Danny.

"We're not stopping you," said Tucker.

"We just want you to think this through," said Sam. "I don't want to take another trip to the hospital. Or worse, the morgue."

"What do you want me to do, Sam?" Danny snapped. "I don't know what else to do. Flying around and waiting for him to show up is the best I got. I'm not the police."

Tucker smirked. "But we can have them help us."

"How?" asked Danny.

Tucker continued to smirk as he held up his PDA.

Danny and Sam smiled, understanding what Tucker was up to.

"That works," said Danny.

Horatio was searching the data bases for anything that could help identify the mysterious substance recovered from the Lunar Moth. He knew there was a connecting between it, Sam Manson, the killer, and Danny Phantom.

Horatio searched for Danny Phantom on the internet. He mostly found things about the ghostly teen saving the city from ghosts, but there were a few that involved robbery and kidnapping. Horatio narrowed his eyes and continued to read. One name popped up: Fenton. Wasn't that Sam's friend's name? He typed in Fenton and up popped the Fenton Works website. It was mostly a blog of sorts. Fenton Works was created by Jack and Maddie Fenton. They specialized in ectoplasmic entities and were trying to catch Danny Phantom. They said he was a menace to society and had to be captured to prevent harm coming to the city.

Horatio picked up his phone and dialed the phone number for Fenton Works that was displayed next to the picture of Jack Fenton's grinning face.

"Hello?" a female voice answered after five rings.

"Mrs. Fenton, my name is Lieutenant Caine of the Miami-Dade Police Department," said Horatio.

"Miami? Oh, no! What happened to Danny?" she asked.

"Nothing, Mrs. Fenton," said Horatio. "He may have witnessed a crime. I'm not calling about Danny, exactly. I was looking at the Fenton Works website and saw that you and your husband specialize in ghosts. I have a very strange case and I thought you may be able to help me."

"Fenton Works website?" Horatio heard her whisper.

"FentonWorks/JackFenton-GhostHunter," Horatio said.

There was a groan on the other end of the line. "That's right. I forgot about the website. It hasn't been up very long and I'm not the one who keeps it up to date. So what can I help you with, Lieutenant?"

"CSIs discovered a glowing green substance at the crime scenes," explained Horatio. "It was not found in any of our date bases. Also, people have reported mass blackouts immediately before the crime. There is very little evidence; no fingerprints, no DNA, just the green substance."

There was a long pause.

"Mrs. Fenton?" Horatio checked.

"Yes, I'm still here," she said. "It's ectoplasm. You have a ghost, Lieutenant Caine."

"You're telling me a ghost is doing this?" asked Horatio.

"You asked," she said.

"Is there anything we can do to catch it?" asked Horatio, though he thought this was a hoax, but after what he saw earlier, he would believe just about anything at this point.

"You need special equipment to catch it," she said. "My bro—my son is in Miami. He should have one or two things that can help. I'll give him a call."

"Thank you, Mrs. Fenton," said Horatio.

"It's not a problem," she said.

"I do have one more question for you," he said. "What is your opinion of Danny Phantom?"

There was a slight pause. "You mean Inviso-bill? He's a menace to society. He says he's a hero, but how can he be a hero when he's a ghost? He is just formed ectoplasm with a psychic imprint of a dead person. He doesn't belong here. Anything else?"

"No, that's all, Mrs. Fenton," Horatio told her. "Have a nice day."

"You, too, Lieutenant. I hope you catch your ghost."

Horatio hung up and decided it was time to take another look at Danny Fenton.

Eric poked his head in the door. "H, we got something."

Horatio quickly followed Eric to the AV lab.

Everyone was in the AV lab. Eric was at the computer, working the controls.

"I was taking another look at all the footage, thinking we needed to look at things a little differently," he said. He pulled up three different screens, one from each club. "Tell me what you see."

He played all three videos at once.

"People dancing," said Ryan.

Horatio heard it immediately. "It's the same song."

"Yeah," said Eric.

The screens suddenly went black as the feed was cut.

"All three clubs played the same song right before the cameras were disabled," said Eric.

"So the song has some significance," said Calleigh.

"Who made it?" asked Natalia.

"It's 'Twilite's Zone' from DJ Twilite," answered Walter.

They turned to him.

"What?" he asked.

Ryan said, "And you call me out on a movie reference?"

"I'll interview this DJ Twilite," said Natalia.

"That would be a little hard," said Eric. "He's dead."

A newspaper article was put up on screen. "Rising Star DJ Dies in Boating Accident" was what the headline read.

"Trevor 'Twilite' Diamond," Ryan said. "I remember hearing something about this."

"Yeah, he just got a contract with some big music mogul," said Walter.

"So were at another dead-end," said Calleigh.

"If the music is this guy's trigger, we have to tell the clubs to stop playing the song," said Ryan.

"How?" asked Natalia. "We can't just tell all the clubs in Miami to stop playing a song because it's linked to a series of murders."

"Yes, we can," said Horatio. "It's bad for business if your clients end up dead."

"Then let's do it," said Ryan.

"Tucker, you are amazing," said Danny.

"I know," said Tucker.

Tucker had managed to hack the MDPD and found everything on the case.

Danny's phone rang and answered. "Hello?"

"Danny, what are you doing down there?" cried Jazz.

"Jazz?" he said.

"It's Jazz?" asked Sam. "What does she want?"

"Hold on, Jazz, I'm putting you on speaker," said Danny. He pressed a button on his phone and held it out for Tucker and Sam to hear.

"I had some lieutenant call me from Miami saying that he found ectoplasm at a crime scene," said Jazz.

"He called you?" asked Danny.

"Actually he thought it was I was Mom," said Jazz. "Did you know we have a website now? Never mind. What is going on there?"

Danny sighed. "There's a ghost who's going around hypnotizing people to dance and now six people are dead."

"What?" cried Jazz. "Danny, are you crazy going after him?"

"I've got to do something, Jazz," Danny shot back. "This ghost almost killed Sam, too."

"Sam?" Jazz took several loud deep breaths, trying to calm down. "Okay, okay. Is everyone okay?"

"We're fine now," said Sam. "I'm just a little sore and need to make sure I drink enough water."

"That's good," Jazz said, relief in her voice. "So, do you guys have a plan?"

"Uhh," they said.

"In other words, not much of one," said Jazz. "You need to figure out what this ghost's obsession is. You might be able to use it against him."

"Well, from what I can tell he has some connection to a song," said Tucker, going through the police files. "It looks like every time they play a song by DJ Twilite, the cameras blacked out and the people start dancing."

Tucker pulled up the mp3 file on his PDA and played it.

"That song played right before he showed up," said Sam.

"Okay, so you know that the song has some significance to the ghost, now find what it is," said Jazz. "Check the DJ first."

Tucker looked up DJ Twilite. "He died in a boating accident about a month ago."

"That's not long ago. The ghost showed up two weeks ago, when we got here," said Danny.

"There's something to go with," said Jazz.

"Thanks, Jazz," said Danny. "I'll talk to you later."

"Stay safe," said Jazz.

"No promises," said Danny. He hung up.

"Hey, guys," said Tucker. "The police told all the clubs to stop playing DJ Twilite music."

"Really?" asked Sam. "How can they do that? They're trying to silence good music!"

"This isn't good," said Danny. "If they're not playing the song, how am I going to find him?"

"Well, one club apparently isn't complying," said Tucker, still looking at his PDA.

"Which club?" asked Danny.

"Sir, please understand," Natalia was trying to say.

"I don't care!" the man on the other end of the phone roared. "You do not tell me what songs I can or cannot play at my club."

He abruptly hung up on Natalia.

"Have a nice day, too," she said bitterly, putting her phone away.

"Well?" asked Eric, coming up to her.

"All the clubs but one are pulling the songs," said Natalia. "Mr. Berger refuses to pull DJ Twilite songs from his club's play list. He says it's the most popular song he has and he's not afraid of some whack job."

"Which club is that?" asked Eric.

"Sunset-2-Sunrise," replied Natalia.

"Then we know where he's going to strike next," said Eric.

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