Oh Hell-y Night

When the other Ghostbusters returned to the firehouse, they found it completely deserted. They assumed that Egon had not found Janine, panicked, and took off on his own.

“Great,” Peter muttered. “He doesn’t love Janine, but he acts like a total boob when he’s got the least little inkling that she might be in trouble.”

“Cut him some slack, Pete. He’s just in denial,” Winston said. “He’ll come around.”

“Yeah. Well sometimes, I root for her dates to make an impression. She deserves better than to pine for him!”

Ray and Winston stared at him in shock. “Who are you and what did you do with Peter?” Ray asked suspiciously.

Peter sucked his teeth. “Just because I give her hell don’t mean I don’t think the world of her.”

They both smiled. “Awwwwwwwww,” they said in unison.

“Screw you guys. And don’t you ever tell her if you know what’s good for you!”

They raised their hands in Cub Scout salutes. Winston then went over to Ecto-1 and pulled a smoking trap out of the back.

“What the hell’s that?” Peter asked.

“I caught a ghost creeping around the alley between Janine’s apartment building and the next. It was knocking over garbage cans and I figured that if she was home and in bed it would annoy her, but she wasn’t there.”

“Yeah. I’m really worried, guys.” Ray wrung his hands in anxiety.

Peter clapped him on the back. “She’ll be okay. Maybe Egon found her and they went to a motel to make wild, passionate love.”

Ray sputtered and shoved Peter’s arm away. “Right. Be serious. She could be in trouble!”

Peter pushed Ray toward the stairs. “I feel sorry for the trouble that finds her!”

Winston went downstairs to load the trapped spook into the containment unit. He finished and put the trap on Egon’s uteruter terminal. The metal trap clanked against the metal console, annstonston could have sworn he heard sounds coming from behind the containment unit on the other side. He turned slowly and swallowed hard.

‘Great. Another breech of the grid. And Egon’s not even here.’ He sighed and silently made his way over to investigate. Guerilla warfare skills honed in Vietnam helped him to move with cat-like agility and without making noise.

As he got closer, he suddenly stopped short. A wide grin broke out over his face as he saw a very familiar pair of legs sticking out from behind the storage facility. He was used to seeing them at night as the owner tended to wear nightshirts. They were long and pale, and the man who owned them stretched and turned over onto his back. Then a smaller, shapely pair of female legs stretched out and one slid up the man’s legs. A slender-fingered hand reached down and caressed the woman’s leg. Winston tore his eyes away from that perfect set of gams and headed silently up the basement stairs.