…you remember how I said I would do a sequel to my original story, Phantom Sunshine? And how I said I would try and make this one really cool? I'm going to attempt to keep that promise to my hardest. If you all are joining in on the ride, then sit back. It's about to get crazy as a crossover between two OPPOSITE things can get. Welcome to Hurricane Phantom, guys.

Timeline? No Phantom Planet for Danny Phantom happened, and we're gonna have this be season 8 for Miami- with a twist. Eric isn't going to be a moody annoyance, Jesse Cardoza is going to be around, and darling Alexx Woods is going to make a cameo in this… alongside a friend's OC. I'm going to totally warn you of that later, though.

I don't own Danny Phantom or CSI: Miami. Both I shall stab with a spork some day.

1. Prologue: Eerie Déjà Vu

The summer of 2009. Amity Park, Minnesota.

It was pretty much a written rule in the city that once a class graduated from Casper High School, they would could on a road trip of sorts and check out a vacation spot of theirs on their list of things to do before college. Everyone had to pick a place they wanted to revisit or go and sightsee, but they didn't really have to follow out on their plans. Naturally, three people had picked Miami, Florida as their spot—Danny Fenton, Sam Manson, and Tucker Foley.

And of course, the trio had every intention on going to said city in the United States on an honest-to-god holiday and not an adventure involving kidnappings of police officers and the best friends a teenager could have asked for. Danny had planned a lot of it out as best as he could- days in the hotel, sightseeing, looking around and shopping, everything in between that had to do with relaxing. Sam and Tucker threw in their suggestions, and Danny had managed to incorporate them into the schedule too.

Many warned them that hurricanes hit the state quite a bit. They weren't really worried.

Unfortunately, they should have been. One hurricane and something a hell of a lot worse would put a thorn into the whole plan of a nice and relaxing vacation.

It was morning in the Fenton household- 8:30 AM. Danny was lugging his suitcase downstairs, grunting and shaking his head when Jack Fenton easily picked it up for him. "Dad, really. It's fine. I can bring it downstairs."

"Nonsense, Danny!" the large man boomed, taking no heed to his grabbing hands to bring it down himself. "You and the guys are going to Miami, Florida, and you'll have to drag around enough there as it is! At least let me give you a hand in this before you go off on your last hurrah."

The teenager could only grin sheepishly and nodded in defeat, spotting Sam giving him and wink and gesturing him over. She had loaded her items into the Specter Speeder already, and Tucker was fooling around with the newly modified bass and sound system in the front. Jack shoved it into the back and put it next to the other two, wiping his face and grinning still. "Two weeks, you three? If you see any ghosts, you gotta tell me!"

Sam grinned and nodded a little. Danny sighed and ran fingers through his hair before nodding at his father. Still obsessed about ghosts, Jack was always looking for an opportunity to try and dissect one still. It wasn't his fault he couldn't ever nab one with his ghost equipment. That was always Maddie's job. And come to think of it, so was the dissection process…

"Dad, you know that anywhere a Fenton goes, a ghost is sure to follow him," Danny reminded him teasingly. "After all… it wouldn't be a vacation without ghosts, would it?"

Tucker peeked out from the vehicle and gave the two a thumb up. "I'm good to go! Sound system's working, so whenever you two are ready, we can get this vacation started." He slipped into the front seat, fingering the iTouch and looking around for some decent music that everyone would agree on. He had been most reluctant to go to Miami out of the three of them. The last time that happened, he had ended up getting his hand broken in a kidnapping incident involving a crime scene investigator, Sam, and himself.

He didn't feel like going through that all over again.

Sam chuckled and climbed into the speeder as well, smirking as Tucker took a usual place up front and still continued to flip through songs. "You going to be our music geek for the ride?"

"I found some legit songs, Sam!" he protested.

She raised an eyebrow, seeing Danny hug Jack outside of the speeder and give a nod of his head. She started up the engine, the half-ghost teen climbing in and sliding in between the two of them. The door closed, a hatch opening for them as they waved one last time to Jack before shooting out and into the open on another road trip.

Jack smiled softly to himself for a moment before turning around and looking cheerful.

"Maddie! Do we have any fudge around here?"

9:30 AM, Eastern Daylight Time. Miami, Florida.

Ryan Wolfe hated these sorts of scenes. He really couldn't stand being hopeless and without any sort of clue of what could have been happening to the victim right now. What they were going through, what the kidnapper could have done to them. Being placed in that position one too many times, the crime scene investigator certainly knew what that was like. He took out his camera and started snapping pictures of the crime scene, swallowing and hearing footsteps approach the scene followed by an emotionless voice. "Ryan… is it the same?"

He turned to Lieutenant Horatio Caine, nodding and gesturing to the deserted vehicle. "Same as the last one, H." His eye twitched. "It's a pattern."

Pattern- this word unnerved the investigator greatly, getting one on knee and slipping off his sunglasses to get a good look. His expression hardened, gazing at one of the tires of the Subaru and keeping a fixed look. "Look at this," he muttered, gesturing to the tires of the vehicle. "These tires were slashed. Some sort of sabotage work here. Let's see what we can make of it."

"Already on it," the other man spoke, snapping a picture and moving on to the next tire, seeing another slash mark and snapping a picture while his boss stood up and glanced around.

This was familiar. Very, very familiar. A fist clenched as he spotted an older woman by the H2 giving him a gentle gaze. Horatio frowned, tilting his head and walking over to her. Her curls swayed in the wind gently, giving a slight bounce as she walked up to meet him. "The same thing?"

He nodded a little. "Very much, Yelina. What're you doing here?"

Yelina Salas chuckled softly and pushed one curl out of her face. "I've seem to run into a little bit of trouble on my recent cases," she admitted, looking away. "Your son was involved, but I've cleared him of any wrongdoing in this situation right now."

There was more to this as she fell silent. Horatio practically smelled it coming off in waves.

"But- another issue came up, and it involves an old enemy of yours. Ron Saris. He's up to something suspicious. I can feel it." She bit her lip. "But… I'm not sure what it is."

Horatio's lips tugged to form the lines of a bitter smirk. "Well now. Old habits die hard, don't they?"

She blinked. "What are you implying?"

"Only that my kidnapping and your undercover case… just might have gotten linked," he muttered, walking back and slipping on his shades.

YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!~ 8D

I know what you're thinking: "THIS IS THE SAME AS BEFORE! D: OMFG DUN'T WANA C DIS, I HAET U!111" HahahaNO. This is NOT the same as before, seeing as Plasmius was the major villain! Good god, guys, I'm not THAT bad… or am I? I swear on my life it's not the same. Promise. Or so help me, you may attack me with a kitchen knife later on in the story. Thanks for reading, and if you'd like... you can review. I'll answer all of them- if they aren't anonymous, of course.