A/N: Yeah… this one's gonna be a bit different. Looking like a four or five shot right now, but each chapter's pretty long. Danny Phantom/Criminal Minds crossover. Enjoy.

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The teen dug his hands deep into his pockets, shivering. Now that he thought about it, running away didn't sound so good. At least, not in the middle of one of the coldest winters Illinois had ever seen. But, he'd already decided, and he definitely couldn't go back to his home.

Blood dripped from a wound on his shoulder, dying splotches of snow red. The flow was slowing, at least, in the frigid air. Maybe he wouldn't have to deal with it once he'd gotten free of the town.

He glanced over his shoulder, sighing in relief when he saw no one there. That was the worst part of his plan, sneaking around, scared out of his mind that someone would find him and take him back to his mom and step-dad. The thought alone was enough to make him pick up the pace. After all, he only had one stop to make before he could leave for good.

Nervously glancing about once again, he stepped up to an apartment door, knocking quickly. The door opened, revealing a confused, blond, muscular boy around the teen's age. "D—Danny?" the boy gaped.

"Dash," the teen responded. "I'm leavin'. You're in charge now, alright?"

The bigger teen blinked. "Okay, but where're you goin'?"

Danny shrugged, wincing as he jarred his already hurt shoulder. "Far away from here as I can get."

"You need anythin'? Food, clothes, somethin'?"

"Don't worry 'bout me. I got all I'll need."

The teen began to leave, but Dash called out. "Danny!"

The runaway stopped and turned around. Dash was fidgeting.

"You aren't…aren't gonna die, right? You aren't just doin' this to kill yourself?"

Danny grinned weakly. "Nah. I just needa get away for a while. I'll be back before you know it."

With that, the boy spun, waved, and vanished into the snow.

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"Someone get a doctor over here, now!"

Panic ensued, as it usually did when a gunshot victim randomly falls into a hospital's waiting room. The boy was young, probably early teens, and bleeding rapidly out through the bullet hole in his shoulder. Doctors and nurses were everywhere, attempting to keep the boy conscious.

"Stay with us here, kid," one doctor said. "Can you tell me your name?"

"Da…nny," the boy mumbled tiredly.

The doctor grinned. "Alright, Danny, can you stay awake for us, now? We need you to stay awake so we can help you, alright?"

" 'm t'red…."

"Shhh," a nurse whispered, "you can sleep in a little while. Just stay awake for awhile longer…."

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"What seems to be the problem?" Behavioral Analysis Unit Supervisory Special Agent Aaron Hotchner asked of the doctor.

"We've had a lot of gunshot wound victims recently, and only one of them has managed to survive."

"So, you're thinking you have a serial killer on the loose."

"Possibly. And, if so, our survivor could be attacked again."

"Have you contacted the parents?"

The doctor shook his head. "He's come down with near severe retrograde amnesia. He barely remembered his name."

"Or so he says. Alright, we'll see if he remembers anything about his attacker, and we'll go from there."

"Look, thank you. This kid, Danny, he's sort of… made his way into our hearts. Poor guy's been stuck here three months, and I think he's starting to go a bit crazy, not being able to leave."

"We'll do what we can."

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"We've got some good news for you, Danny," the nurse said, grinning.

The teen glanced up, surprised.

"You're gettin' outta here."


"Yep. There's a group of FBI agents outside. They're gonna take you in until either you remember, or they find you a good home."


The nurse's grin saddened. "Yes. They're worried you might be targeted by a possible serial killer. It'll be easier for them to keep track of you, keep you safe."


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The dark-haired man leading him around felt…strange. It was almost like he seemed…too good to be true to the teen. They all did.

"Here you are." Hotchner knocked twice, then opened the door. A brunette glanced up at the two. "This is Spencer Reid. You'll be rooming with him, and maybe Derek Morgan. Reid, this is Danny. I'll let you two get acquainted." He left.

Blue eyes locked onto a similar pair. The brunette, Reid, stuttered as he ushered the black-haired boy in. "M—Make y—yourself at—at home."

"…Thanks." The boy was quiet, barely making a sound even as he sat on the squeaky spring mattress.

"Well, um, Hotch said you don't remember much?"

The teen shook his head. "Just my name. I think I might be from Illinois, but I'm not sure. And every time one of the nurses called me Daniel, I saw this lady yelling 'Daniel James' at me. I think she might be my mom, but I also saw another lady, younger, maybe a sister, or friend, or something. I don't know."

"W—Well, you're trying, right? That's the most we can ask of you now."

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"Nice shot, Reid," Danny commented as the news showed their un-sub being carted off, a bullet hole in his head.

Reid flushed at the boy that was still living with them. "I was aiming for his leg…."

Danny laughed. "Well, least now we know those lessons'll be put to good use. Congrats on gettin' your gun."

"Thanks." He sat down on his bed with a sigh as Danny turned off the TV. "Hey, Dan?"


"Why do you—why do you wear those gloves all the time?" Reid had never seen the boy when he wasn't wearing his customary black half-fingered gloves.

Danny frowned. "I dunno. Habit, I guess." He sighed and started to pull at the gloves.

Reid's brow furrowed. "What're you—?"

"Mostly," Danny continued, "I think it's to hide these."

The gloves came off. Reid gasped.

The boy's hands were littered with tiny bullet holes.

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"So, it's official?" Danny asked.

"Yeah," Reid responded, "Elle Greenaway resigned."

"…Are you gonna be okay?"

Reid half-grinned. "Of course. Things happen, people leave, life goes on."

Danny nodded, then excused himself. It had been a while since Elle's resignation, but he hadn't actually asked Reid until now.

The teen had noticed his uncanny ability to know when things were happening in the small unit, always able to catch the newest news before anyone else.

So he wasn't too surprised when he walked by Hotch's office and saw someone new. She had black hair and blue eyes and held a large box. She was introducing herself and swearing her parents had nothing to do with her being transferred to this unit.

Jason Gideon came by then, grinning at the teen. "What're you uncovering now, Danny?"

The woman and Hotch both spun to face them as Danny flushed. "N—New recruit, apparently."

"Oh?" Gideon asked before introducing himself.

"Emily Prentiss," the woman said, shaking his hand. She turned to Danny. "Now, who are you?"

"Danny. Just Danny, as far as I know. Been here about a year now."


"Long story," he said, smiling wryly.

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Reid was exhausted. He'd just been rescued from Tobias/Charles, an un-sub that had kidnapped him. He couldn't wait to see Danny again. Hotch had said the poor kid was getting frantic with worry.

Everything froze as he heard the familiar sound of a gunshot. The strange thing was, it came from the room he shared.

"No…. Danny!" He ran into the room in time to see the young boy re-aim the gun from the floor to his head. "Danny, don't!" He wrestled the boy to the ground, knocking the gun away.

The boy panicked. "Lemme go! Gimme back that gun!"

"Danny, listen to yourself! I'm gone for a few days, and you want to kill yourself?"

"Why not? I lost someone else important!"

Reid blinked at the boy. "I'm…important to you?"

"You're the only one I have left anymore. I need you, to—to stay sane."

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Reid dug through his bag, looking for the bottle and needle he had hidden in there. He'd just gotten them out when someone walked in.


He glanced up, startled by Danny's sudden appearance. "D—Danny, I—"

"Y—You tell me suicide's not the way to go, then you shoot up full of heroin?"

"No, Danny, it's—"

"Don't try feeding me that 'it's different' crap! It's still stupid and suicidal!"

"But I didn't start it myself! It was Tobias!"

"…And I didn't just randomly pick up that gun."

"Danny, I'm being serious."

"So am I. I—I remembered more, when you left. M—My dad left. Mom remarried. My—My step-dad wasn't so great. He liked…playing games with me."

"Okay, so?"

"Games like Russian Roulette."

Reid blinked. "…Oh."

"Remember my hands? Those were from him. I—I thought, if you were gone like Dad, he'd show up again. I'd rather be dead than deal with him again."

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"Ah, Danny!" The teen looked up to see Director Erin Strauss coming towards him.

"D—Director Strauss! Um, what can I do for you?"

"Come with me, if you would."

With a short, quick glance at Reid, Danny obeyed, following after his friends' boss. They came to her office, and she had him enter and sit down.

"Now, Danny," she said in a tone that made him nervous, "you've been with Agent Hotchner's team for a couple years now, right?"

"Um, yeah. Why?"

"Could you tell me how, exactly, they work to solve their cases?"

Danny blinked at her. "I don't see the point in telling you that."

"Why not?"

"They work. They get the un-subs. They solve the cases. They save lives." He started to leave. "I'm gonna just head back to—"

A vice-like grip caught his wrist. "Huh?"

The woman who'd grabbed him snarled, "You will tell me!"

"Oh? How ya figure that?"

"If you want to stay here, you'll tell me."

"And if you don't want me to hit you with a blackmailing lawsuit, you won't ask me again."

"Who would believe you? You're supposed to be dead! No one ever knows you're still alive, and you know what else? No one cares."

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"So…" Danny said, looking down and kicking his legs, "Gideon's leaving?"

"Yeah," Reid answered in a sigh.

"Why?" Sure, Danny wasn't quite as close to Gideon, but he still didn't want him gone.

"He doesn't feel…comfortable with the job anymore."

"Mm…. You aren't…gonna leave, right?"

"Of—Of course not! I love this job, and I'm not leaving. At least, not for a long time."

Danny nodded. "Good."

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"Reid?" Danny asked quietly. The panicking man spun around. "W—What's goin' on?"

"G—Garcia's been shot."


"C'mon, we're going to the hospital."

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"Don't worry, Garcia," the bald African American said. Derek Morgan was just as, if not more, worried as Reid. "We'll catch this guy, alright?"

Blonde, eccentric Penelope Garcia smiled weakly. "I know you will, baby, it's the 'when' I'm worried about."

"Look, we're gonna be watchin' over you, okay? You just need your own protection." He took out a gun and handed it to her.

"Oh, no, I don't believe in guns!"

"Trust me, baby girl, these are very real." He blinked, sitting up straighter as he heard something, then sighed. "Isn't that right, Danny?"

The boy blushed as he stood from where he'd fallen behind one of Garcia's couches. "Y—Yeah…."

Derek shook his head. The teen kept acting more and more like Reid, including his random stuttering. "What are you doin' here, kid?"

"I wanna help."


"Why not? I know how to use a gun!"

"Yeah, Reid told me just how well you know how to use a gun."

Danny's ears turned red. "I can help."

"You'll get in the way."

"Sweetie," Garcia said, placing a hand on Danny's shoulder, "You can stay with me."

"What?" both men asked, one shocked, one angry.

"Morgan, baby, it's fine. Danny'll keep the gun, and he can stay with me."

Morgan pursed his lips, more worried than mad now. "…Fine. But Danny, you call the minute—the second—something happens, got it?"

"Got it," the boy replied, nodding.

Morgan said his goodnight and went to the couch he'd claimed. Danny turned back to Garcia.

"Thanks," he whispered.

"Aw, anything for you, sweetie," Garcia answered, hugging him.

The two had, over the years, become very good friends. Garcia had become an older sister to Danny, just as Reid and Morgan were older brothers. Something about Garcia always made him feel calmer, and he wanted to protect her, to return the favor.

Of course, that night both were scared out of their minds. The power had gone out, and Garcia nearly demanded that Danny keep the gun with him at all times. Morgan was still fast asleep. In fact, they had just begun to calm down when the doorknob began to turn.

Garcia hid as Danny shouted for Morgan and spun to the door, gun aimed. A gunshot was heard, then the door burst open. Somewhere, Morgan was firing at someone who was firing back, but Danny found himself confused as Garcia pulled him away. A door slammed shut and someone moved in the darkness by the light switch. Danny aimed again and fired.

The lights flickered back on, showing Morgan standing by the light, gaping at where his hand had just been. A bullet was lodged in the wall, and Morgan had only barely moved his hand in time.

"Well," he said, "you were right about knowing how to use that gun…."

Danny flushed. "Sorry…."

"Look, Reid called earlier. He's expectin' you back, and I needa call Hotch and have that guy found. Reid panicked when you went missin'."

Danny felt his face heat up even more. "R—Right. I'll head back there now." He grinned at Garcia. "See ya, Garcia. I'm glad I could help."

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"I missed you, too… Erin," the new man said to the Director. Danny winced away from the door, remembering the last conversation he'd had with her.

The man, but luckily not the woman, had already seen him. The man left the office, moving towards Danny. "Hey," he said.

Danny recognized his tone immediately. He was being profiled by the man. The teen quickly ran through a list in his head of open positions in the BAU, but only Gideon's came to mind. "Hey," he answered.

"What're you doing out here? Shouldn't you be at school?"

Danny shook his head. "I'm… home-schooled." Well, it was similar to home-school….

"Where are your parents? Are you waiting for their break or something?"

"My parents don't work here," he said bluntly, pulling away from the man. "Far as I know, they don't even live nearby."

"Then, who are you waiting for and why are you here?"

"I'm not—!"

"Danny? I thought I told you to leave other agents alone," Reid said as he walked over, but as he glanced at the man, he froze.

"I'm not the one who started it, he did!" Danny waited for Reid's response. When he didn't get one, he turned to the genius. "…Reid? You look like you've seen Einstein's ghost!" He chuckled, paused, didn't hear the normal reaction to the word 'ghost'. "…Reid?" He waved a hand before the man's face. "Hello? Danny to Dr. Spencer-frickin'-Reid, wake up!"

Reid shook his head, then took the older man's hand. "Oh my God, it—it's such a p—pleasure to meet you, A—Agent Rossi! B—But I th—thought you'd r—retired?"

"I did. I'm back. But who is this boy?"

"Uh, h—he's Danny."

"What, some sort of… young intern?"

"Mm, n—no. He's a—a—"

"Probable vic of a serial killer a few years back," Danny answered, saving Reid the trouble.

"Then why didn't you head back home?"

"Dunno where that is. Got amnesia when I nearly bled out."

The man, Rossi, blinked. "…I see."

"Reid? You okay?"

"Okay is a relative term. I'll be fine."

"Alright, that's more like the Reid I know, but where's the random spouting of statistics?"

"How about the statistics of the chances of whether or not I'm gonna confine you to our room for the next month?"

"Okay, geez, what's got you goin' crazy?"

Hotch came in just then, took one look at the three, and sighed. "Once again, Danny's found out something before any of us, and… is Reid in shock?"

Danny shrugged. "Seems like it."

Hotch sighed again. "Danny, this is Agent David Rossi. He's…joining our unit."


"Go get the others."

Danny mock-saluted. "Yes'r!"

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"Alright. Good-bye." Hotch sighed as he hung up the phone. "Hello, Danny," he called.

The teen grimaced as he came in. "S—Sorry, I was on my was to Reid's desk when I…heard."

"It's fine, Danny. I'm not mad at you."

"So…she left you?"

"She's in the process, yes. She'll be sending the papers soon."

"Why do people get divorces? Why do they leave?" Danny was getting angrier by the second.

"Things just happen, Danny. Things change, that's all." Hotch moved over to close the door and usher the boy to a seat. "Why are you so worked up about this?"

"I—I told Reid this already, but I remembered more. My dad left, and my mom remarried. M—My step-dad…he's not exactly the greatest. I just… divorce is bad. I don't like it."

Hotch grinned slightly. "Trust me, I'm not too thrilled with it, either."

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Danny was leaning against Reid's cubicle, peeking over the wall with his arms crossed beneath his chin.

"What about Penelope? Morgan asked.

Emily Prentiss looked over as Reid said, "I don't know."

Jennifer Jareau walked by, singing, "Garcia and Kevin, sitting in a tree…."

Morgan's eyes widened. "Get outta here. Are you serious?"

Danny chuckled.

Prentiss shook her head. "Just when I thought nothing scandalous was ever gonna happen around here."

Morgan left. Reid glanced at Prentiss. "What?" he asked. "What does that mean?"

Prentiss's eyes widened. "Didn't you hear JJ?"

"The song meant something? No. No, I missed it."

Prentiss blinked, and Danny fell from his standing position, laughing hysterically. "It…it…it…." She shook her head again. "You know what? Never mind." She walked away.

Reid stared after her, then at Danny. "…What?"

"Never mind, dude, never mind. It's too late, anyway." Danny swiped a tear from his eye and sighed. "You poor, depraved child…."

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Danny was once again using Reid's cubicle as Hotch asked a lightly blushing JJ, "Is there a problem?"

"I'm pregnant," she replied.

Prentiss gasped, grinning. "Oh my god! JJ! Congratulation!"

Detective William LaMontagne, Jr. smiled. "I've asked JJ to marry me."

"Will!" JJ cried.

"We're working out some kinks."

Danny chuckled, and the four glanced at him, three sighing and one confused.

"You're always lurking about, aren't you?" Prentiss asked.

"Only for the important stuff."

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"Hey, guys," Danny called as the team came in. Too used to the teen, only Prentiss, Morgan, and Reid stayed behind, knowing he was talking to them. "What's this I hear about you letting Reid drive?"

Prentiss groaned. "How did you even find out? We were gone! …Never mind, don't answer that."

"Well, when do I get to—?"

"I've seen you practice, Mr. Learner's Permit. Never."

"…Damn. Well, Hotch's ear is better, right?"

The three sighed.

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Reid cautiously walked into his shared room, remembering how Danny reacted the last time he'd been captured by the un-sub.

The teen was waiting on his bed, arms folded across his chest, looking for all the world like an angry parent. "Never, ever get yourself almost blown up again."

"Yes, father," Reid said, mocking him. He just barely caught the pillow aimed at his head.

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The teen stared down the woman who'd been introduced as Jordan Todd, JJ's temporary replacement. The woman was already confused and nervous. "Um, sorry, who are you?"

"Danny," he answered sharply.

She blinked. "…Okay…."

Morgan grabbed Danny's shoulder, pulling him away as he said, "Down, boy."

The group laughed as Danny huffed, blushing.

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Danny sat with Reid outside JJ's room in the maternity ward. "Hey, be happy! You caught the guy, right? Just be glad it wasn't really your dad, huh?"

"Yeah…. Thanks."

"No prob."

"You may go in," the doctor said.

The two jumped up and entered, grinning at JJ and the baby. She spoke with Reid for a moment.

She passed the baby to Reid, explaining, "If anything should happen to us, it's up to you and Garcia to make sure that this boys gets into Yale."

Reid's eyebrows raised. "Ooh, Yale, Yale. Do you want to go to Yale, Henry? That was your godfather's safe school. Don't worry, I can get you into Caltech with one phone call."

Danny blinked at him. "…You really are a freakin' genius."

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Everyone was excited when JJ came back, but Danny was pulled away by Garcia.

He frowned at her impatience. "What is it, Garcia?"

"Sweetie, I found more out for you."

His eyes widened. "Show me."

They rushed off to Garcia's office, where she pulled up the files she'd found. She read the information out loud to the boy.

"Well, your name is Daniel James Fenton. Your parents divorced about eleven years back. You were six. Big bad Vlad, your step-father, jumped in only a month after daddy left. Your sister, Jazz, knew something was up when Vlad came, but he sent her off to some boarding school in England to keep her out of the way."


"He—He wanted full reign. Your mother, she sorta just ignored everything Vlad did, but Jazz didn't. With her out of the way, Vlad could do whatever he wanted to you."

"The Russian Roulette."

"Among other things. Did you know you had a record?"


"Yeah, a few attempted suicides—luckily for you, Vladdie got you out of those charges—as well as some gang affiliations. When you left, they wrote you off as a suicide. After all, you bled all over your hometown, Amity Park, Illinois."

"So that's how I came into the hospital."

"That's how we found you. You remember why we took you in, right?"

"They thought a serial killer was after me." He shook his head. "But there wasn't. It was Vlad…."

"Well, you were better off with us. Remember that gang affiliation? Amity's in the middle of a gang war. Your old gang versus some new one that's just cropped up. People are dying back there, and it's likely that your step-father's the one who's supplying them both with their weapons. It's bad, sweetie."

Danny's hands balled into fists as he closed his eyes. "Garcia," he whispered, "I need you to get me on the next flight to Amity Park."

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A/N: Yeah, so the DP side will come in more next chapter. This is basically a quick run-through of how having Danny with the team effected some of the more important episodes. Anyone familiar with Criminal Minds, I'm sorry if it got out of order and/or any deviations I made from the actual script. Read and review, please!