I do not own any of the characters in this fiction. Repeat, I do not own ay of the characters in this fiction.

This is my first, so yeah, please review!

Chapter 1

Ray sat behind the desk in the Ghost Busters HQ. Business was slow right now, and it had been for the past few weeks. This meant that Peter and the others had gone to Spain for a vacation that would probably end up disastrously, "but hey, live a little" he had said when they had left. He was regretting his decision to stay in New York right now. Nothing had happened for months; clearly monitoring the levels was unnecessary? But then, one never can tell with bees. Ray hoped that either the others would come back unexpectedly, or something big would happen in New York. It was c he knew, but still, he couldn't just sit around doing nothing but twiddle his thumbs for the three weeks they were gone, could he? He resolved to get a hobby. Scale modeling might do. No, something electric? Ouija? Maybe. He sat back in his chair to debate.

The next morning there was an unexpected happening. Calls. A rash of ghostly and supernatural crimes, occurrences and otherwise freaky events had sprung up literally overnight. By noon he had taken over 190 calls. The calls just kept coming. Ray didn't even have a chance to respond to the houses. But he made a list. Hopefully he could deal with everything over the next three weeks. Hopefully the calls will stop coming in. By the time he had finished answering and recording all of the places that he would have to go to capture ghosts, it was almost midnight. When he got to bed, he fell asleep almost instantly, which was quite unusual for him, the ultra-nerd. Around 2 the doorbell rang. Eventually, the insistent ringing woke Ray up. He decided to ignore it, but still couldn't fall back asleep. After 15 minutes of lying there, waiting for whomever was at the door to go away, he finally got back up and answered the door. What he saw on the steps startled him. Some thirteen-year-old was standing on the steps, but it wasn't the kid that surprised him; it was what was behind him.

Ghosts. A lot of them. Enough ghosts to make an army. And they were standing on his porch. It looked like they were taking order from the kid, too. Ray examined him more closely. He had Black hair and dark eyes (Ray couldn't tell what color). He had olive-y skin that may have at one time been darker, but was now almost dead-white. Finally, Ray decided to find out what any of this was about. He sure had a lot of questions. Why did you bring an army of ghosts to my house? What are you doing? Is this some sort of invasion? He decided on a simple one.

"What's your name?"

"Nico. Nico Di Angelo." answered the kid with a grin that terrified Ray. "I'd like to apply for a job."

Of all the requests Ray had expected from this nightmarish kid with his ghost army, a job had been the farthest possible thing from his mind. This is why instead of some sort of actual response, Ray's mouth fell open in disbelief. He made a series of noises that could, at a stretch, have been words.

"So that's a yes?" asked the kid, Nico.

Ray really wanted to say no, but an army of ghosts was literally at his doorstep. If he said no, they might very well attack him. So instead he found himself saying "Yeah, sure kid. You seem to be fairly cool, so where is it you want me to arrange this job?" That last part was a result of lack of sleep, shock, and the completely exhausting day he had had.

"Ghost Busters. Duh."

"Wait, how old are you?"

"Around seventy, but really thirteen."

This statement confused Ray further. "Do your parents know you're out here?"

"Um-"

"Clear this up with them before anything else. I can't even technically hire you without my co-workers/friends approval. Plus, you're underage."

"Remember the horde of ghosts?"

"Ah, fine, come in. We'll discuss this during daylight. You can sleep on the couch."

"That's more like it."

And with that, Nico dismissed the souls that he had okay, stolen, and walked into the house. This sounded like fun.