A/N: I live? *ducks thrown food* Hi…. So, after like a year and a half, I'm finally updating…. Sadly, this is the last full chapter I've got pre-written, and, frankly, I've been having troubles staying focused on one story at a time. In fact, I haven't actually written anything new for this story in about a year…. That said, I will put up what I have written, and if anyone would like to, they can contact me to adopt this story. It's just been a bad year for me, focus-wise. I have a friend who's trying to help me keep on track, which is wonderful and has produced a new story that I absolutely love, but unfortunately, it's not one of my current stories. That said, enjoy this chapter and the half that's likely to come in a couple weeks.

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"Hotch, I need to go to Amity—"

"No, Reid," Hotch answered immediately.

"Hotch, I need to get Danny out of there!"

"And I need you here. I'm not letting anyone else head out there alone again."

"But he's in trouble! He needs help!"

"You're not going on your own."

"Good news for you, then," JJ said as she walked in. "New case, Amity Park."

"What?" both men exclaimed.

"They've had several murders due to the war. Civilians, not gang members."

"They think it's a serial?" Hotch asked, unconvinced.

"These people are connected. They've all ticked off not just one but both gangs."

"You—you think they're really working together?"

"It's seeming like it."

"…When do we leave?"

"Jet's already here."

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"Who's he in contact with?" the gang leader demanded of Sam.

"FBI, a section called the BAU."

"The what now?"

"Behavioral Analysis Unit. They track down serial killers. I got a couple names, looked 'em up, and cross-ref'd. The calls were from Penelope Garcia, a technical analyst. She works for Supervisory Special Agent Aaron Hotchner and his team. Derek Morgan, Emily Prentiss, Jennifer Jareau, David Rossi, and Dr. Spencer Reid. Garcia mentioned Reid specifically. Said Danny was worrying her and Reid to death."

The leader looked impressed. "Good work." He began to head out towards where Danny was being kept.

"One more thing!" Sam called.

He stopped.

"Before I knocked him out, Fenton said he wasn't choosing a side. His exact words were 'I'm neutral. Switzerland.'"

The leader nodded. "And if he goes against us, we'll make him swiss cheese."

Sam sighed as he left. "Yeah, didn't see that one coming…."

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Danny woke up slowly, head aching. He couldn't remember what had happened, but he remembered running into Ms. Spanish Inquisition again. Everything after that was a blank.

"Well, look who's up."

Danny glanced about, finding a grubby teen before him. "Where am I?" he asked.

"You're in the hideout for my gang." The teen smirked. "You're behind enemy lines, Switzerland."

"What? But, wait, who're you?"

The teen frowned. "Manson, get out here."

Ms. Spanish Inquisition herself walked in. "What?" she asked.

"He's askin' who I am."

She blushed. "Oh, right. He's got amnesia."

Danny's brow furrowed as the teen nodded. "Alright, then," the teen said, "I'll humor you. I'm Jason, you're worst nightmare if ya cross me."

"And how'm I s'posed to know you?"

"Your stupid gang threw me out! Apparently, I was bein' too aggressive for them!"

"Yeah, ya burn down a house or two, and ya lose all respect," the girl stated, rolling her eyes.

"Point is, your gang made me a joke. No one does that and lives."

"Lovely. But, seeing how I'm no longer part of the gang… think I could go?"

"NO!" Jason screamed. "It's because of you I was mocked! Because of you and your gang! I'm not lettin' up until you've paid that back double. You're dead meat, Fenton, and no one's comin'."

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The team had just met with the Amity Park police for the first time. Now, they were going through files. A lot of the information on the gangs dated back to the time when Danny still lived in Amity Park.

A knock on the door alerted the team to their visitor. She seemed shy and had short red hair held back by a barrette. "Um, hi, sorry," she said in nearly a whisper. "Y—You are the BAU team, though, right?"

Hotch blinked. "Yes. I'm Aaron Hotchner, and these are Agents Prentiss, Morgan, Rossi, Jareau, and Dr. Reid."

She nodded to them all. "Hello, I'm Jazmine. Um, Jazmine Fenton."

Reid blinked. "Danny Fenton's older sister?"

She blushed. "You've already seen his files, then, I suppose?"

Reid shook his head. "N—No. Danny lived with us—me for a while. He said he thought he had an older sister."

"What? B—But Danny… he died, years ago!"

The team shared a look. "No, why would you think that?"

"His blood was all over town." The young woman's tone turned steely. "He was known to do all sorts of detrimental things and he'd been labeled suicidal. He slit himself open, walked around town, and died."

"You've seen the body, then?" Morgan asked.

"Well, n—no, but it's common knowledge he threatened suicide more than once. Everyone knows he went through with it."

Hotch gave Reid a look when the young genius stuttered out a, "B—But he didn't!"

"You don't know my brother. If he left that much blood behind, he wasn't going to see another day."

"Well, he did. He lucked out," Rossi said, "stumbled into a hospital before he bled out."

"We took him in. The hospital thought he could be the victim of a serial killer," Hotch continued.

"…What?" the girl gasped.

"He nearly died of a bullet wound to the shoulder."

"He still has the scar from it," Reid added.

"A… bullet?" she echoed. "In his shoulder?"

"Yes," Hotch replied. "Does that mean something to you?"

"Sort of…." She furrowed her brow, bit her lip. "I… suppose you know, since you know Danny, about… Vlad?"

Reid took a guess. "His step-father?"


"What about him?"

"He… used to… play with Danny…."

"Russian Roulette."

The girl, and the other agents, seemed shocked. "Yes," she breathed. "How—Why'd he tell you that? He—He didn't tell anyone…."

"He told me things as he remembered them."

"What do you mean, as he remembered?"

"He… he got amnesia, when he was shot. He barely remembered his first name."


"He hadn't remembered very much when he left."

"What do you mean left?" the girl shrieked. "Where's my brother?"

"He's here," Reid was quick to assure her. "…We just don't know where…."

"Oh, God," the girl moaned, sinking into a chair and holding her head. "My amnesic little brother is running around a town he doesn't remember during a gang war his leaving caused with no idea what he's getting himself into or any form of defense because the FBI lost him!"

Reid winced away from her glare. "If it's any consolation, he ran away from us. Left a note saying he'd be back once he'd helped the people here."

"Oh God! They're gonna kill him!" she moaned even louder.

Prentiss and JJ glared at Reid. He shrugged helplessly.

JJ turned to the girl. "We know Danny. He should be fine, and finding him is our first priority."

"Oh, no. You don't know my brother, I do. My brother is not gonna let anyone find him if he's set his mind to something. Not even if that something will kill him. Vlad taught him not to worry about that."

JJ and Prentiss blinked at the girl, shocked. Hotch took over again. "Don't worry, Ms. Fenton, we will find your brother."

"Oh, really? Where? How?"

"We already have a lead."

The girl's brow furrowed. "What lead?"

"We received a phone call from his cell. Someone said he'd lost it, but we think otherwise."

Jazz understood what he wasn't saying. "He's been caught by them, hasn't he?"

"…We believe so, but we don't know which one."

"The one who started the whole thing, of course! The one that wants revenge on Danny and his old gang!"

The group stared at her. "I'm sorry," Rossi said, "we haven't been here very long. Which one is that?"

She shook her head. "I never bothered with the names, but it's led by Jason Irving."

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Sam stood off to one side in the shadows, watching and wincing as Jason beat the poor kid. She'd explained that the guy had amnesia, but Jason was still trying to get info out of him.

"How long have you been with them?" Jason demanded.

"I'm not with them!" Danny cried, only to get a fist thrown into his gut. He coughed, sagging against the restraints. "I'm not… with—"

"Tell me the truth!" Jason screamed, kicking out with a combat boot.

Danny bent over again, recovering slowly from the blow. "I… was grabbed… off the street… by them. They… took me… to their… hideout. I told them… told them I… wouldn't join. I… wanna end… the war," he panted.

"Idiot," Jason muttered. He placed a hand on the chair, leaning in towards Danny's ear. "Who did you come with?"

"No one."

Jason shook the chair.

"I swear!" Danny screamed. "I didn't come here with anyone!"

"Not Garcia?"

Danny froze. "What?" he whispered.

"Does she know you're here?"

"Y—Yes, but—"

Jason grabbed Danny by his hair, pulling. "Who. Else. Knows?" he snarled.

"I don't know! I ran away! As far as I know, it's just Garcia!" Tears streamed down his face from the pain.

"Not Hotchner? Morgan? Rossi?"


"Prentiss? Jareau?"

"No, none of them!"


Danny froze, streaks still coming down from his wet eyes.

Jason shook him by his hair. "Does Reid know?"

"…Pr—Probably," Danny hiccupped. "I—I left a note, so he probably a—asked Garcia."

"Would he tell the others?"

Danny was silent.

Jason screamed, frustrated, and shoved the chair over.

Danny yelped as his head hit the floor.

Jason walked past Sam, saying, "Make sure he stays alive. I have more questions for him." He left.

Sam knew he was gone for the night, as were the rest of the gang. She walked over to the teen, bending down to make sure he was alright.

"You gonna say anything," he mumbled, dazed, "or has Ms. Spanish Inquisition run outta questions?"

"I'm surprised," she replied, "that Switzerland still has a backbone after being in the concentration camp."

He chuckled drily. "What can I say? I've been labeled a smartass before."

"It's fitting. Hold still, okay?"

"You aren't gonna knock me out again, right?"

She giggled. "No. I'm gonna get you back up." She picked up the chair carefully and set Danny back upright.


"No prob. Now…." She pulled out a penknife.

Danny's eyes went wide. "What're you—?"

She sliced through the restraints. "I'll explain in a minute," she said, stowing the knife. She tapped the device in her ear. "Tuck? Coast clear?"

"Operation Get the Ghost Out is a go."

"For the last time, he's not a—!"

"You've only got a couple minutes! Go!"

"Fine," she growled. She grabbed Danny's arm and dragged him along as she moved down the halls.

"What's going on?" he demanded.

"I'm undercover CIA. Have been for years. I spoke with Garcia earlier, so they probably already know. I'm getting you outta Germany."

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"Reid," Hotch called.

The genius stopped, turned to him. "Y—Yes?"

"What happened in there? What was she talking about?"

"W—What do y—you mean—?"

"You know exactly what I mean, Reid! She said Danny was suicidal. You were quick to defend him. And when you got his letter, Morgan said he 'went through with it' and you said he didn't."

Reid fidgeted nervously, not admitting to anything.

"Danny's still suicidal, isn't he?"

"H—He had a problem, a… near miss, once."

"When you were kidnapped."


"And since then?"

"He's been fine!"

Hotch stared Reid down. "I'll speak to you both once we find him."

"Y—Yes, sir."

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"Alright," Danny panted when they finally came to a stop, "so, will I ever get your name or will I have to call you Ms. Spanish Inquisition?"

"It's Sam. Sam Manson," the girl responded.

"Mm… that sounds familiar. Did I know you?"

"Heh, sorta."

Danny's brow furrowed at her smirk. "What do you mean?"

"You were best friends with me and Tucker Foley, up until your dad left. Then you started acting weird. You hung out with Dash and Kwan and started… doing stuff to yourself.

"Then the three of you started that gang. You'd already become distant, but we tried one last time to bring you back. We couldn't even get to you. No, Dash and Kwan met us. I got off easy; Dash broke my arm. Tuck… wasn't so lucky. Kwan broke both his legs. I had to carry him to the hospital, and he was in and out of surgery for weeks. He had both legs artificially replaced because the bones were shattered. He was disabled because we wanted you back."

Danny winced at the mental image. "I know it doesn't do much, but I'm sorry."

Sam grinned sadly. "You're right, it doesn't do much. Thanks, though." She stood. "C'mon, we've gotta get going again."

He groaned. "Again?"

She chuckled. "C'mon, BAU-boy, get in shape!"


Sam shrugged. "Well, the theory is you're a ghost. It was either that or Inviso-Bill, according to Tuck."

"…BAU-boy, it is."

"Less talkin', more runnin'."

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"Plasmius?" Jason Irving called.

"Speak, Skulker," a voice echoed out from the dark.

The code names always had annoyed him. "We've found Phantom. You were right, he's alive."

"Hm, of course I was. But you are late in delivering this information."


"Isn't that right, Walker, Bullet?"

Dash and Kwan stepped out of the shadows, smirking. "Yes, sir, Plasmius," Dash replied.

"If that's all, Skulker…."

"No! I have information on—on Ember."

He could feel Plasmius' stare. "Go on."

"She recognized the numbers on Phantom's cell phone. The area codes."

"Yes, and?" He was getting impatient.

"They were from Quantico."

"Quantico?" the two other teens gaped.

"Quantico," Plasmius mused. "What would she be doing knowing that area…?"

"She's undercover. I don't know who for, but I'm sure she is. I've noticed her tapping her ear before. She probably has some comm device."

"Good work."

"And Phantom's in contact with the BAU."

"What?" Plasmius was truly shocked.

"An Aaron Hotchner's team."

"I see…. Thanks you, Skulker, you may go. Walker, Bullet, don't be out done next time."

Jason smirked as he walked away.

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"What is this place?" Danny asked, gaping at the abandoned building.

"Ssh!" Sam hissed, dragging him inside. Once there, she let go and went around to the cash register.

"What're you—?"

"Please enter PIN," a cool female voice stated.

Danny looked around, confused, as Sam entered something into the cash register.

"Welcome, Agent Manson and guest."

A wall sunk into the floor, and Sam pulled Danny over to the elevator that was now visible.

"What the hell?"

Sam pressed a button and the floor rose up around them. "Welcome, Danny," she said as they sunk underground and a whole world appeared before them, "to the CIA."

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"You have reached the Center for Bizarrely Depressed yet Still Totally Amazing Blondes, Garcia speaking," she answered her phone, twirling slowly in her chair.

"God, Garcia, what's got you down?"

She straightened instantly. "Danny?"

He chuckled across the line. "What, can't function without me for a day or two?"

"You have no idea how worried we've been!"

"'Bizarrely Depressed Blondes' comes to mind…." Static crackled as he laughed again. "I've missed you guys."

"Ohmigod, that reminds me! I need to tell Reid—!"

She could almost hear his wince. "I'd rather you didn't. I can only talk for a little bit before Sam takes over the phone."


"Sam Manson. She says she spoke with you before."

"Ah! That's right! She's—ooh, well, a good guy."

He sighed, obviously rolling his eyes. "I know, Garcia. I'm at her, uh, workplace."

Garcia bounced a bit in her chair. "Is it totally awesome? The CIA get all the fun stuff!"

His laugh came across again. "I'll say. Ah—Sam's demanding the phone. Bye."


"Garcia, right?" the girl's voice said.

"Um, yes?"

"Can you get Hotch on the line? Now, please."

"I could, but he should be in Amity Park."


"They took a case there. Some murders by the gangs were suspicious."

"So he's already clued in some…. Good. I'll need the address so my bosses can speak with him."

"Uh, sure. I sent it to your phone already. This is so cool, working with the CIA!"

"Mhm. And Garcia?"


"Make sure to erase any findings you picked up on your trace of this call. Or else."

"Y—Yes, ma'am."

The phone clicked off. Garcia stared blankly for a few minutes as she got rid of the trace, then bounced up and down.

"Danny gets to hang out with the CIA! He gets all the fun!"

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It was getting increasingly difficult for Hotch to keep Reid from just taking off to find Danny. Morgan and Prentiss' encouragement wasn't helping any.

It seemed that Jazmine's information had caused Reid to become even more worried and excitable. Rossi and Hotch just barely managed to keep him in the office.

An Asian woman and a balding, large man walked into the room. They were both wearing business casual clothing, the woman even in high heels.

"Agent Hotchner?" she asked of the room.

Unsure, Hotch moved forward. "Yes?"

"I am Mitsuru Ishiyama, Director of the Illinois branch of the CIA. This is Edward Lancer, my second-in-command. It has come to our attention that you know a Daniel Fenton."

"Yes, we do. Danny lived with us for the past few years while recovering from a bullet wound and a case of amnesia."

"He is still amnesic, correct?"


"We have him in our custody at this time. We ask that you send one guardian to pick him up. Preferably one that won't violate our secrecy acts."

"Yes, ma'am."

"This is my card. Have the guardian call me when he leaves this building." She handed over the slip of paper, then nodded. "Good day."

The two turned and left.

It was silent for a moment, then Hotch said, "Reid."

"Y—Yes?" the worried genius stuttered.

"Here." Hotch handed him the paper. "Go get Danny back."

"Y—Yes, sir!"

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After calling the Director, Reid was on his way to where he would pick up Danny. A quick walk brought him before Carson's Interview Academy.

He chuckled. "Of course." He walked in and went to the cash register, entering the code the Director had given him. The wall opened up, revealing Danny and a violet-eyed girl who must be Sam.

But just before Danny could look up, a teen in a wheelchair zoomed out. He was still talking backwards to the others as he moved.

"I still can't believe you aren't a ghost!" he exclaimed. "You were dead!"

"He was shot, Tuck. Bleeding, not dead," Sam replied, rolling her eyes.

Danny stayed still, eyes blank and rubbing the back of his head.

"Danny?" Reid called quietly.

The blue-eyed boy slowly looked up, eyes still blank for a moment. Then, the eyes came to life as recognition replaced the blank look. "Reid!" He ran forward, hugging Reid before quickly letting go and blushing. "Uh, I—I just… really missed you guys."

Reid snickered. "Yeah, I can see that." He grinned. "Well, c'mon, Danny. Let's get back to the BAU."

Danny's face broke into a smile. "You have no idea how happy that would make me."

"Then let's go."

They said a quick good-bye to Sam and Tucker, then went out the door.

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"So you missed us, huh?"

Danny blushed again. "Yeah, well, I was almost killed twice this week."


"I've run into the leaders of both gangs, once on accident, and once because they kidnapped me."

"Wait, so what happened?"

"The guys from—I guess—my old gang caught me. One of 'em wanted to kill me, but the other wanted to get me to rejoin."

"Did you?"

He shook his head. "No. I told them I wanted to stay neutral, to end their stupid war. They let me leave."

"Okay, that doesn't seem too bad."

"But then—"

"There's always a 'but then' with you, isn't there?"

Danny rolled his eyes. "Of course. Anyways, Sam was told to snatch me. She did, of course, to keep her cover, and took me to the leader of the other gang."

"Jason Irving."

Danny blinked. "How do you always know these things?"

"Comes with the genius title."

Danny rolled his eyes. "Sure it does. But, yeah. He said his name was Jason. He was asking me some questions and got mad when I couldn't answer him. He pushed my chair over at one point, and I hit my head. Sam says I probably have a minor concussion."


"But, yeah, he left after that, and Sam broke me out."


Danny rolled his eyes. "What now?"

"If she broke you out, wouldn't that have ruined her cover?"

Danny froze, blinked. "Oh… my… God. I just cost her her job!"

Reid immediately went into damage control mode. "Now, I'm sure that's not true—!"

"Oh, it's completely true."

Danny's eyes widened, and Reid spun to see a very angry brunet holding a knife to Danny's neck.

"Now," Jason snarled, "you're gonna come with me or I'll slice his throat right now."

Reid gulped, nodded. Jason smirked and motioned with his head to the left.

Danny winced as a blond came up behind Reid and hit him over the head. Then he only had the vague and brief warning of a shadow falling over him before he too fell into painful darkness.

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A/N: Alright, hopefully that'll hold you over a bit. There's really not much left to the story, anyway, but I'm hoping I can get back into writing this story so I don't have to force an ending. Anywayz, review y'all!