A/N: Written for musing_way prompt 192 - A Necessary Murder. It was written awhile back but it looks like I forgot to post it here. Enjoy.

Peter Venkman sat in his office, feet up on his desk with his chair leaning back on two legs. 'It was quiet…'' he thought to himself, ' Too quiet,.

The self amused grin on his face belayed any impending doom that may actually be the cause of the 'quietness'. Truth be told, Peter was very much enjoying the lack of activity, taking a break from paperwork to daydream.

Edging his chair back that little bit further he leaned his weight slightly to the right, bringing the chair up to balance on one leg. Reaching back, careful to keep the chair in balance, he pulled open the filing cabinet drawer.

Peter made it a huge deal that he had his own filing system and that no one was allowed into his drawers. He even made an extra effort to keep them in a constant state of disarray to dissuade anyone who attempted to figure out his system. They would become quickly frustrated and decide it was best not to bother. Why, one might ask, would he go to all this trouble? Simple. It was a fantastic hiding spot for things he didn't want anyone else to find.

Shifting papers around inside the drawer he dug his hand in deeper. Part way down there was a book that covered a cubby inside the drawer, shifting it to the side he plunged his hand in…

… only to find a cubby filled with slime.

Surprised, he jerked his hand back and lost his balance on the chair. Arms windmilling, with slime flying everywhere, he hovered in midair for what seemed like for a full three seconds before gravity won over and he was falling backwards. The bang of the back of the chair echoed through the firehall, only a heartbeat before the his very angry cry.

"SLIMER! I'm gonna kill that ghost!"

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