AN: I know it follows every opening of a Jazz becomes a halfa story I did it on purpose.

Dirty little Secret

Ch.1

Jazz zipped up a slim version of her father's hazmat suit.

She stared at the empty ghost portal with determination wondering if she could achieve the same results as her brother done. Except there was a distinct difference between herself and Danny; she envied the dead, a part of herself wanted to die just like him.

She wanted to experience death first hand to only understand and perhaps form a deeper bond with her brother. What once began as a hobby and she decided to embrace ghost hunting like her parents. When she began taking an active interest to help fight ghosts along with Tucker and Sam her obsession escalated into something albeit far more dangerous.

It was a morbid fascination with the afterlife.

She craved any information regarding ghosts and probing deeper into the mystery that was the ghost zone. Her personal laptop was filled with saved websites that explained about medieval ghost amulets, present and past ghost protection, and second hand accounts of near death experiences that dealt with the fabled bright light.

She joined popular discussion boards participating in debates that confirmed her ghost envy was becoming more deranged as she psychologically evaluated herself. Despite she pretended to maintain a rational sense of mind concluding there was actually nothing wrong with her. That she developed a healthy curiosity concerning ghosts all in the name of science she was really only fooling herself.

She knew her obsession was demented, but she also harbored bitter feelings towards Danny. It was these emotions she wanted to put an end to. If it meant resetting the electricity inside her own house then she believed the end result would be a success in theory.

It was a theory that could kill her and the obsession was clouding her better judgment. Maybe she was better off committing suicide as opposed to turning herself into a guinea pig to prove a farfetched idea.

No.

She wouldn't persuade herself to stop until she was satisfied with her own outcome. Entering the portal she heard her boots echo loud metallic footsteps.

This was it.

Jazz flipped her flashlight on searching for the activation buttons that was clearly marked 'on' and 'off.'

Danny described this to her during what was to be perceived as an innocent conversation that ensued months ago prior to using this special piece of knowledge to her advantage.

"Here goes nothing," she muttered when her eyes came upon the protective metal case that kept the buttons from being accidentally punched.

She flipped it open with just a finger.

The on button was apple green and the off button was a bright cherry color. This was a decision she made long ago to press the button that would activate the ghost portal again while still inside.

It was her turn now.

Jazz dropped the flashlight and with an eager anticipation slapping the on button with the palm of her hand. The portal enveloped Jazz inside its bright sickly green light exposing her DNA to the same ectoplasm that it infused Danny with.

At the moment the light blinded Jazz's eyes her heart stopped beating.

This is what she wanted.

Then everything went black.