Disclaimer: I wish I owned Danny Phantom! Desiree: -turns me into Butch Hartman- AHHHHHHHHH! CHANGE ME BACK CHANGE ME BACK! -is changed back-

Edited 7/15/18

Jack and Maddie stared at the young girl they had caught. She bore too strong a similarity to the infamous ghost boy for it to be merely coincidence. So strong a similarity that, even though she had been denying the facts for nearly two hours by now, they were very certain of their relationship. Siblings, cousins, something along those lines. They had to be related. Jack had suggested that she was a crazy fan that recently died, but Maddie assured him that she did not just have the white hair and glowing emerald eyes, along with a similar wardrobe, but they had the same nose, cocky smirk when they thought they were out of reach of danger and the same annoyingly spunky attitude. After a study of the young ghost girl, Jack was forced to agree with his wife. She looked just like Danny Phantom.

The girl was curled up in the corner of the ghost cube she was put in, furthest from them. In a ball, she was trembling anxiously. Not crying, but tears were streaming down her cheeks. Oddly enough, it made the couple feel a bit sorry for her. She was obviously younger, small, and admittedly much more cute and innocent looking than her cousin/sibling/whatever she was to the infamous ghost.

Maddie nudged her husband, gesturing to go upstairs where they could plan in peace. Jack nodded, and they checked to assure she couldn't escape. Maddie went to turn off the light, only to be startled by the girl calling out to her.

"Don't!" Maddie glanced over her shoulder at her. The ghost girl blinked at her, still teary-eyed. "Don't turn off the light." Her voice was hoarse and small. "Please." Jack and Maddie exchanged a glance before shrugging, and they decided to let her have the light on.

Jack eagerly went straight for his fudge while Maddie made coffee.

"What should we do with her?" Jack immediately brought up. He got a container of fudge for himself and Maddie to share.

"What do you mean?" Maddie questioned, leaning against the counter. The coffee maker had begun to rumble softly to life as it began to brew.

"I mean, she hasn't really done anything yet," Jack began.

"That we know of," Maddie corrected, and Jack gave a thoughtful nod. They had found the girl simply...playing.

Imagine the surprise of the ghost hunters when they saw the girl at the park. Not causing property damage, scaring those out for an evening walk, being a terror. The white-haired ghost girl was on the playground, the swings to be exact, minding to herself. She was giggling, swinging as high as she could go. Maddie remembered her jumping off when she seemingly grew tired of the game, floating into the air and doing flips. She had clung to her weapon tightly, expecting her to suddenly rush for a jogger or a mother with her kids, but instead, the young phantom went right for the merry go round.

She had landed on the ground, and she pushed it. Running alongside it, she eventually began to fly, making the merry go round pick up a frightening speed. She grabbed a bar and hopped on, raising her arms up as the playground equipment spun wildly. Maddie was disturbed by how...human it seemed, and how much the scene reminded her of when she used to take Jazz and Danny to the park to play.

"Right, but she hasn't really done anything, this is the first time we've even seen the ghost," Jack tried to approach their situation logically, a rarity for him. Maddie knew where Jack was coming from. This ghost seemed innocent. And adorable. She seemed to possess a charm of a girl scout girl trying to sell cookies; you can't just resist or say no to her. The very thought of turning her down when she offered the cookies made you feel guilty and you would take out your wallet and indulge on delicious girl scout cookies. She was so young looking, and it made Maddie feel sorry that she had apparently died so young.

But it reminded her that this wasn't a girl scout. This was a ghost girl, one that was very likely to be related to the infamous Danny Phantom, wanted by Amity Park for various crimes. She was very young looking, no older than thirteen. Was it possible that she was just a little girl, or was her innocent look hiding demonic behavior. Was she just a cuter, younger and completely innocent version of Danny Phantom, or an equally dangerous threat to their town and family? Neither adult wanted to find out the hard way.

Maddie was right. They shouldn't take chances on something they didn't know about. This wasn't just a lottery, a this was a high stakes poker game. The question was what to do with her. Should they dissect her? Did she have any information they could threaten out of her? But she was so young, cute and innocent looking. Neither was sure if they could torture or dissect a girl that reminded them so much of Jazz at that age.

They both silently pondered their own ideas as the coffee pot finished dropping, and Maddie poured them each a cup.

"We can't let emotions get in the way," Maddie informed Jack, and she handed him his cup. "We have to approach this logically and make the best of the situation that was handed to us. We have a girl that is very likely to be related to Danny Phantom. The question is, what to do with her."

Phantom was such an oddity. There were so many things about the specter that drove them to, more than other ghosts, want to dissect and figure him out. If she was truly related to him, then she must have similar genetic makeup. Phantom was so hard to capture, even harder to keep captive, but this girl seemed much weaker than him, or at the very least, more unsure and less confident in herself compared to her cousin/sibling/whatever.

But could they really bring themselves to do it? Dissect a little girl? The Fenton adults drank coffee quietly for a few moments as they thought.

"I'm sure she has some information on ghosts that we don't know about," Jack spoke thoughtfully as he opened his container of fudge, greedily chomping down on a piece. After so many years of marriage, Maddie knew that he had the same thought process as her when it came to the unspoken suggestion of dissecting her: It would be too emotional for the parents to dissect somebody who looked so young and innocent, even if she was Phantom's cousin/sibling/whatever. "We could press and threaten some information out of her."

"Sounds good," Maddie agreed after taking another sip. An idea hit her, and her eyes lit up. "We could use her as bait."

"Bait?" Jack questioned, curiously.

"To catch the ghost boy. If they're truly related in any way, he'd risk anything to save her. He pretends to save all these townspeople, so he would move quicker and obviously try harder to rescue a family member, even if it was an obvious trap."

Jack grinned.

"Sounds good!" he chirped as he immediately jumped up from the table. "I'll get to work."

He quickly grabbed the container of fudge and ran down into the basement. Maddie smiled as she calmly stood, still holding her coffee mug. She picked up Jack's coffee mug and refilled them before following her husband downstairs.