REVISIONS! Yes, I'm making this now like my typical AN format. That, and the fact that I spelled someone's name wrong for the love of... Yeah, okay. You get it. I hope.

Don't own CSI Miami. Don't own Danny Phantom. Don't sue, please.

1. Beach Kids

Miami, Florida is full of beach bums and surfers every summer, and this one is no exception. All types of tourists and native civilians roamed the glistening sands of the city that really never go to sleep. Usually, the area of full of happy faces from every place known in the city. Today, it was a scorching hot ninety-one degrees outside. Storm clouds were gathering in the distance on this Tuesday morning already, but for now, the sun shone down on the ocean like no tomorrow.

A teenager stretched out on her towel, black hair, purple eyes, and wearing a black swimsuit. She wore no makeup, only a pair of thick sunglasses to shield her from the sun's brutal light. She sighed. "Of all the beaches in the U.S., we had to come to Miami, didn't we, Danny?" People were staring at her on the beach blanket, but she ignored these looks… well, some of them at least.

Her friend opened one eye, blue as the daytime sky. His black, messed-up hair seemed to perfectly complement his carefree attitude about the weather. "Well, yeah. There are some cute girls around here, Sam, and I just so happen to be getting a nice tan from lying in the sand, thank you." He nudged her side, only to receive a scowl from his best friend, and he quickly rubbed it off. It had been a while since the boy had been on vacation to beach. Or any place for that matter.

Sam Manson and Danny Fenton weren't the average every-day teenagers one found living in America these days. Both of them lived in Amity Park, Wisconsin, and they were having their first days off from fighting ghosts in their hometown. It sounds crazy, they know, but as far as they were concerned, no one could believe them, but they'd have to believe in the fatal transformation that Danny sometimes underwent.

Fenton is half a human and half a ghost. No matter how many times you are in denial, it's true. He can turn into a ghostly counterpart of himself, complete with snow white hair, fierce emerald green eyes, and a black spandex outfit that any girl could fall for. They call him the 'Ghost Boy', 'Phantom', 'Inviso-Bill,' and sometimes, even 'Halfa.' No matter what, though, his friends know him by his real name, Danny Phantom.

Not even Miami has seen a ghost yet, though, which brought multiple feelings of heartache and relief to the teenager. And besides, after living in Amity Park for a couple of years, it was nice to get out and see other places with his friends and family, especially when only a couple of weeks ago, he had ghosts cornering him in every location and the mayor labeling him as 'Public Enemy Number One.' No surprise there, coming from a seriously crazed-up fruit loop.

But we'll get to that later.

Sam got off her blanket and groaned. "I'm getting a smoothie. You up for anything right now?"

"Nah. I'll go check up on Tucker, though. He seems to be having some problems with a couple of girls." He grinned mischievously. "Go get yourself something. Make it nice."

"Smoothie," she grumbled.

In another part of Miami, Florida, a completely different atmosphere was around a house in Coral Gables. A woman with black hair leaned over a young boy, examining his body in every location. She had brown skin, matching well with her brown eyes in the process. "This is one unscientific and supernatural murder if I ever saw one, Horatio," she admitted to the man standing above her.

Horatio Caine wasn't hot in his all black suit, even if it was one of the hottest days of the summer so far. His fiery red hair seemed to play in synchronized harmony with his deep blue eyes of care. "No blood anywhere, no markings on the body from what I see. This boy couldn't have possibly just hit the floor and died in one fell swoop."

Alexx pulled back on the boy's shirt. "Not from what you see, Horatio. There's a distinct distinct difference on what you can see…" She revealed an imprint of some sort on his stomach. "…and what you don't see."

The lieutenant of the Miami Dade Police Department bent down to get a better look at what the Medical Examiner was pointing at. "A five-fingered imprint, red or pink."

"Looks like a burn," she speculated. "A bad burn on the stomach. No idea what could have caused it, though."

"That means one thing, Alexx.

"This case…" He slipped on his sunglasses in the living room. "…is going to be a handful."