Authors note: This story timeline is based around 1991. I'm trying to keep things used in this story based on that timeline, but after 20+ years it's hard to remember what was and wasn't around at that time; so bear with me. I don't own any of the characters, I'm just borrowing them...

Hostile Work Environment

The garage doors let in a blast of cold January air as well as a few snow flakes as the Ecto 1 backed into the firehouse. Janine looked up and let out a sigh, visibly sitting up ram rod straight and bracing herself for the inevitable onslaught that had become way too familiar lately.

Her left hand clenched into a fist and her jaw clamped down tightly as she concentrated harder on filling out the form in front of her. She heard the doors of the vehicle open and the dreaded voice call out to her.

"Hey Janine!" She inhaled deeply and held it. He was walking up to her desk and stopped directly in front of it. "I need you to...oh..." He placed both hands on her desk and leaned down so his head was level with hers. "SLIMER! Why are you sitting at Janine's desk?"

Janine flicked her eyes up at him and gave him the dirtiest look she could manage. "Swear to God, Dr. V. Don't start with me today."

"Oh Janine! It's you! I thought that was Slimer! You two look so much alike these days, you're like twins!"

Ray slammed the driver's door shut and sighed as Winston started taking the packs out of the back to recharge them. "Don't start Peter!" Ray exclaimed walking up to the other side of Janine's desk holding the smoking traps in his hands. "Enough already, it's getting old!"

"What's getting old?" Asked Egon, stopping half-way up the stairs and leaning on the banister.

"Nothing!" Janine snapped, still staring daggers at Peter. "Just go on up to your lab like you always do!"

Egon frowned. Ok, what's going on here? Janine never snaps at me and Ray and Winston were looking exasperated. Hmm.

Peter stood up straight and crossed his arms over his chest. "By the way Janine, you still haven't given me the billing statements to sign. Think you could get around to doing your job sometime? I mean that is what we pay you for."

"Doctor Venkman, you never gave me the invoices to input into our system, so I don't see how I could give you documents to sign when I don't have the information I need; and as to doing my job, you barely pay me to begin with so why should I hunt you down to do YOUR job!"

"MY JOB!" he retorted. "I run around with a nuclear accelerator on my back saving New York and the world time and time again and you sit here and file your nails. You wanna trade places with me babe? Because I'd love to have the hectic lifestyle that you lead, hun."

"Peter..." Winston hoped the warning tone in his voice would diffuse the growing fight, but given the past few weeks he had little faith that it would.

Janine planted both hands firmly on her desk top as she stood up leaning across the it. "Funny, because I recall a few times when your SAVING THE WORLD didn't go so well for you and I was the the one strapping on a nuclear accelerator and not only saving the world but YOU as well in the process!" She finished her statement by poking her finger in his chest.

Peter grabbed her hand and pulled her forward across her desk as he leaned towards her placing his face centimeters from her own. He dropped his voice to a growl as he said, "dumb luck, emphasis on DUMB!"

SMACK

Winston, who had been carrying the last pack to the recharger dropped it in shock. Ray uttered a soft "Holy shit" and Egon rushed back down the stairs to come to a short stop at the bottom.

Peter had released Janine and was now cradling his left cheek in his hand. "You hit me!" He said with a look of incredulity on his face. "I can't believe you just HIT ME!"

"Oh yeah? You can't huh, well then you sure as hell ain't gonna believe this either!" Janine placed her hands under the top of her desk and flipped it. Peter just managed to jump out of the way before he got hit with the flying piece of furniture.

Egon quickly ran up and whipped his PKE meter out of his pocket; training it first on Peter and then on Janine. Hm, neither of them seem to be possessed, maybe if I adjust... but he didn't get to finish the thought because Janine ripped the meter out of his hand and threw it against the wall over the stairs to the basement. The PKE meter burst apart, the pieces scattering down the stairs.

"And YOU!" Janine turned her wrath on Egon now and started to advance on him as he raised his hands and slowly started to back up. "You and that stupid ass meter. Do you ever think about anything besides ectoplasm, fungus and your STUPID! DAMN! EQUIPMENT!"

Winston stuck his fingers in his mouth and gave a high pitched whistle which brought everyone to a standstill. "ENOUGH!" he shouted, clearly fed-up with the tension of the past few weeks. "What the hell is going on here! What is WRONG with everyone! I'm SICK of this shit! If this keeps up then..." he looked directly at Peter. "Then I QUIT!"

"WHAT!" Ray exclaimed hurrying over to Winston's side. "But Winston you can't quit!"

"Well I can't stand to put up with this shit anymore. Guys. Janine. We need an intervention."

"What kind of intervention, Winston" Egon asked; eager to break away from the glare Janine was still giving him.

"We need counseling."

"OOOOHHH NO! No way Winston, nobody is head shrinking THIS head shrink," Peter said with a wave starting to head towards his office.

"I'm inclined to agree with Peter, Winston. I'm not eager to talk to another psychologist after being locked up in a psychiatric ward." Egon subconciously scratched his arms remembering the pull of the straightjacket he had been placed in.

"Then I quit! Effective immediately!" Winston stalked over to his locker and started to remove his flight suit.

"Wait a minute guys, wait a minute!" Ray pleaded, trying to get everyone's attention. "I have a friend back at Columbia, He'll be discreet, I promise. We'll just go and talk to him once. If it doesn't work, then it doesn't work but if we DON'T do something then..." He looked from Winston, who had frozen in mid strip down, over to Egon and Janine who were quietly staring at him and finally over to Peter; who had his back to him but was standing stock still just behind the swinging gate of his office. "We could lose everything, guys! We can't go on the way we have been. We need help!"

Egon sighed. "Who's your friend Ray?"

"Travis Bascolm. He owes me a favor."

"Bascolm...hmm." Egon stroked his chin, thinking for a moment before finally relenting. "All right Ray, as long as he can be discreet. Last thing we need is for it to get out that the Ghsotbusters are seeing a psychiatrist."

"Wait a minute!" Peter turned around to face everyone again. "I am NOT ok with this! We don't need to see anyone, and we DON'T need an intervention!"

"Good luck then guys," said Winston; slamming his locker shut and heading for the stairs. "I'll be out by the end of the week."

"Ok, ok!" Peter gave in with a sigh. "Call your friend Ray, althought I want to go on record by saying I think you're all making a HUGE mistake!"