A/N: So I have no idea about the name, this is my first published story, and I know ghost busters is not a wide fandom but I just thought, what the heck!
Running a hand through her hair, Juniper sighed and pulled the newly developed photos out of her satchel. Green eyes scanned the images, instantly being drawn to the hazy figure she finally had proof of.
The entity had been terrorizing her life for a month now, which didn't seem like long but in reality it was four weeks or as she liked to call it twenty eight days. It had never hurt her, just moving things, wailing in the middle of the night, you know normal ghost stuff.
But enough was enough and since she had been starting to fall asleep at work and received a couple of threats from her boss she decided to do something about this other worldly pest.
Summoning all of the courage she could muster, Juniper pushed open the door to the ex-fore station , that was now known as the Ghostbusters head quarters. "Hello?" She called out enjoying the way her voice echoed off of the walls.
Walking past the signature white vehicle that the team were often seen travelling around in she was created with the sight of an empty front desk. Rolling her eyes Juniper was starting to regret her choice of coming to these people for help.
"Hello!" She called again this time louder. Moving so she was now standing at the front desk Juniper planted herself atop the wooden surface.
"Egon!, wait" Junipers eyes turned to the left to see a small woman with short brown hair and square framed glasses. The woman was chasing a tall lean man who was also wearing glasses, only his were more rectangular. His jaw was set in something that could only be recognized as frustration, the intent look in his eye screamed for the short woman to leave him alone.
Two giggling men followed the odd couple and if was safe to say that Juniper was less then amused. "Do you want to know what I think, I think your completely right about this whole situation, ya know if I were-" clearing her throat Juniper cut of the other woman's monotone ramble about what ever situation they were in. All four sets of eyes turned to focus on the now extremely self conscious brunette.
Chuckling lightly she hopped of the desk, trying to avoid the disapproving gaze of the short woman. "Hello my names Juniper Fortenburry and I presume that you are the Ghostbusters?" One of the two giggling men, the one that was balding slightly on top seemed to bound over to her side. She immediately did not like this man, to forward for her tastes.
"I'm Dr Peter Venkman, and these are my esteemed colleagues and fellow Ghostbusters, Dr Ray Stantz and Egon" he pointed to each man as he said their name. Juniper shuffled her feet very uncomfortable with Dr Venkman being so close to her.
"I, uh, I require your services, I have a ghost, or entity of sorts in my home." She swallowed feeling the intimidating gaze of the man she knew only as Egon, linger on her form. "Its not harmful to me physically only to my potential career" Venkman let out a short burst of laughter before turning to Egon and grinning.
"Looks like we got another one" slinging his arm round Junipers shoulder, Venkman lead the now slightly annoyed customer to the lower floor of the building.
Juniper, didn't like this one bit, being pushed down into a chair, that her body just seemed to sink into like it was made of stay puff marshmallow, she watched as Egon strapped a strange helmet to her head.
It hooked her up to a machine that was amazingly elaborate. Every intricate wire and button intrigued Juniper to know more about it. Fortunately for the three men in the room she kept her mouth shut. Talking, or rambling as her friends had called it was one of her less appealing traits.
"This machine will tell us whether or not your telling the truth" the deep, voice of Egon sliced through her thoughts bringing her back to reality once more. His face was extremely close to hers, it was alarming but allowed her to have a clear view of the mans face, Hazel eyes were busy fiddling with the wires on her, helmet to notice her watchful gaze.
His eyes where amazing. Open pools of brown mixed with small flecks of gold, they reminded Juniper of the Fall, or a glass of warm chocolate on a cold winters evening. Enamored by their beauty she failed to spot the slight pink tinge rise on Egon's cheeks as he noticed her starring.
Clearing his throat he stepped away and walked over to his machine, pressing the on switch and a few other controls.
"How long has this entity been, harassing you?" Turning her gaze to Ray, Juniper pondered on which figure to give him.
"Twenty eight days" he nodded and wrote something down.
"What is the entity doing?" Handing the pictures to Ray Venkman shifted in his sitting position moving forward to be slightly closer to Juniper.
"Just moving things, sometimes she sings, others she wails, She doesn't really have a preference" Egon was fascinated by the way Miss Fortenburry shifted her fingers as she spoke. It was a nervous habit of her, that much was clear but it was strangely enchanting.
"She?"
"Yes I call it a she, does that matter?" Venkman shook his head and looked at Egon checking to see the petite woman was telling the truth.
"She's telling the truth as far as I can tell and she has some form of proof" the other two nodded and Juniper felt like the three men where talking about her like she wasn't even there. Walking back over to her Egon removed the helmet his fingers brushing the underside of her jaw as he did so. He swallowed as a small pulse ran through his hand, her skin was smooth and warm to the touch. "Why wouldn't I be telling the truth!"
Her eyes reminded him of the aspergillus mold. Its alarming green colour almost identical to her irises. It was most fascinating. Pulling his own irises away he placed the helmet on the desk beside him.
"Some are just people craving for attention, others just nut balls off the street"
Raising from the couch Juniper finally notices the strange aroma that filled the air. It smelt sweet at first, like the yellow sponge roll that was America's favorite treat, but then the a wave of dust hit her senses and she coughed a little at the rancid smell.
All three men turned to look at her coming out of their conversation, rising from his own seat Venkman strolled over to her. "Miss Fortenburry, we have decided that you can have our help," Scoffing, she rolled her eyes. These men where ridiculous.