I've written GAC fanfics on LJ and since I've seen some GAC fanfics here I thought I would share one that I'm working on now and uploading the others soon.

Disclaimer: I do not own and this never happened.

Characters: Aaron, Billy, Debbie, Mark, Nick, Zak

A/N: Due to the time line (keeping it with current time) everyone in here do not know each other

Aaron stepped out of the white van and looked up at the seven floors, three building that stood before him in the middle of nowhere with one stretch of road leading to and from the building and wondered if the three day travel here was worth it but he had entered and surprisingly got picked, along with five others. He looked to his left and saw his two new friends, Nick and Zak. To his right were Billy, Debbie, and Mark.

"You know, I'm having second thoughts about this," Nick said, staring up at the buildings that looked as if it was in the middle of a war with parts of the structure collapsing on itself, burn marks covered the outside, many windows broken or boarded up, and that was just the outside. Inside, he knew was probably worst.

"It sounded good in the beginning," Aaron said, agreeing with Nick. He turned around to see Jonathan Lighthouse, founder of Paranormal after Life which an investigation team that looks for investigators around the country to see if they really have what it takes to be an investigator. "So this is it?"

"This is it," Jonathan said, stepping in front of the group. "This is the famous IC Company and you six will be investigation this 1,287,000 square foot, 700 space parking garage from dusk till dawn. As you see, we arrived four hours before the sun goes down so we have prepared a hot meal for you before the investigation starts. Follow me please."

Aaron watched as Billy, Debbie, and Mark walked ahead while Nick, Zak, and himself just looked at the building.

"We're thinking it so I'm going to say it," Zak said. "This place has a bad feeling to it and tonight will be hell."

The other two agreed and walked through the cracked, debris covered parking lot and caught up with the rest. The front of the building had a large window with a revolving door and two single doors on each side. The revolving door was blocked by boards and metal beams so Jonathan opened one of the single doors to let them in. They stood in the middle of what they thought was the lobby but was hard to tell when metal beams, boards, water spots everywhere, carpet ripped up, desks, chairs, and tables covered most of the floor.

"Welcome to the Atrium," Jonathan said, holding his hands up. "Also known as the lobby."

"Okay," Debbie said, pointing at things, "that's the receptions desk and there's the flower bed, but what's in between them?"

"That's called an Optical Turnstile," Jonathan said. "Associates would hold their badges over the card reader on the top and information off their badges would go into a computer that was right here to let security know they work there and they can walk through. If an associate forgot their badge, walked through without scanning, or someone didn't work here, an alarm would sound. With the receptions desk covering half the right side and the flower bed covering half the left side people had no choice but to go through the Optical Turnstile."

"Okay, I remembered you saying something about a hot meal," Billy said, rubbing his hands together, stepping around pieces of a broken desk.

"Ah yes, if you go through those double doors that read NORTH on your right you will find the cafeteria down the hall to your left."

Billy wasted no time and took off through the Optical Turnstile and made a sharp left, jumping over some debris and ran down the hall but stopped half way when he came to a large plaque on the wall with names still intact. Hunger forgotten, he read the heading.

ABOVE AND BEYOND

Under that were the names of those associates that were awarded for doing a great job in their department and for the company. He felt like he had to at least walk since these people were probably the reason why they were here in the first place. He turned around to see the rest of the group looking at paintings and pictures on the wall too before the smell of food hit him and he walked the rest of the way. He walked through the double doors and there, sitting on tables pushed together with a white table cloth covering them, were plates of chicken, steaks, ribs, roasts, potatoes, corn, green beans, rolls, bread, gravy, salad, fruit, cookies, cakes, and wine.

"Thanksgiving all over again," Debbie said, eyeing the steak. She got behind Billy and piled food on her plate.

"This place is a trashed," Aaron said, looking around the huge U shape cafeteria. Wires hung from the ceiling or lay on the ground in water, parts of the ceiling chipped and large portions lay on the ground, tables were tipped over or broken, along with chairs that looked as if they were thrown across the room except for four tables that were pushed together with a white table cloth covering them and new chairs just for them. Instead of going to the food, he walked around and counted three open areas that could have served as a bar for the associates and back to the table of food. "How many people worked here?"

"We believe two million, maybe more but it's hard to count," Jonathan said. "Please, get some dinner and I will explain everything while you eat."

Aaron eyed him but got a plate and food. Sitting down, everyone ate in silence, no words were spoken and the only noise was the sounds of the wind through boarded up windows and birds outside.

"Well, I do hope you are enjoying the food," Jonathan said, breaking the silence. "I want to start by saying congratulations for being the chosen ones to participate in this never before done investigation. As you know, we look for investigators who think they are the best and put them to the test. Out of millions of video's, yours stood out and we think we have picked the right ones. Now, I'm sure you all know stories of IC Company but never have there been a professional investigation done, only kids with cameras and breaking into a building that could possibly collapse at anytime."

"Are you sure it's safe for us then?" Mark asked.

"We had this place inspected before we arrived and go the okay but you must be careful. As you know, IC Company was a large insurance company built in 1986 and around it was businesses and roads' driving pass but that has long been demolished and road crews moved the road further away from this building."

"Why?"

"Well, the city thought if the buildings were to suddenly collapse, all the dust and debris would be in the air, people would breath it in, and since it was close to the road the city didn't want to take any chances of debris falling into the road and causing accidents."

"Smart," Debbie said. "So what about the history? There's not much on this place."

"That's correct. IC Company closed in 2000 after an unfortunate event took place."

"The bomb," Zak said, shaking his head. He remembered hearing about that on the news and was sad to know so many people were killed for no reason.

"Correct, but the bomb isn't the only tragic event that took place here. More took place but not enough to keep it on the news for a week. It began in 1995 when an associate was fired because news got out he was taking personal information on people and agencies and selling them to competitors. On the third day he arrived for his exit interview but he never went to that interview. Instead, he took the elevator to the fifth floor, walked into his department and shot the supervisor, as well as six other associates before turning the gun on himself. Five months after the shooting was when they installed the Optical Turnstiles.

After the shooting, things calmed down but then strange things started happening and it seemed that every year something happened. In 1996 one of the elevators in the Southeast Tower, the one behind the tower on the left, malfunctioned and dropped from the eighth floor to the third floor, killing ten associates leaving for the day. In 1997 six associates committed suicide and we know two of those were done in their own homes, three jumped off the roof of the building, and one hung himself in the boiler room. Then in 1998 a fire suddenly broke out here in the cafeteria in the back kitchen where two staff members died of smoke inhalation when the door they tried to get out of wouldn't open and no one heard them call for help because everyone was running and screaming to get out of the building.

Finally, in 1999 marked the worst tragedy. In the South Tower on the first floor is the mail center, where mail from the post office goes and mail gets distributes to departments, three female associates, ages between 21 and 23 were eating lunch while another female associate, 26 at the time, was working on the mail that arrived in the afternoon. No one else was there and we believe the one working found the bomb in a package that didn't look right and never had time to get the others out of the room when it went off. The explosion reached all the way to the sixth floor, taking nearly all of the middle of the South Tower and half the Southeast Tower, killing hundreds. To this day no one is able to tell who sent the bomb and why it was sent here.

On January 1, 2000 the owners closed the company down, not only because they lost a lot of agencies, but because they didn't want anyone else to die. They thought this place was cursed and closing it for good would save the rest of those who survived."

"So what have people claimed to see?" Zak asked.

"Ah, good question. The associates that agreed to talk to us said they would see people walking the halls, going about their business, interacting with them by smiling, waving, and talking. Down in the mail center, the supervisor said she's seen her four associates sitting at their desks and even helping the other associates with their work. The ones we know that jumped have been seen on security cameras many times to where one security officer saw a person on the roof by the edge and took off to the roof, only to find no one there and a driver that was stopped at the stop light outside call police to report of someone jumping off the building. Even those that killed themselves in their homes were seen walking around the buildings.

So now that the history is done, let's talk about the investigation. We have all the equipment you will need: flashlights, digital recorder, digital cameras, K2 Meters, EMF reader, and thermal camera. There is no electricity in the building but we have installed cameras all over the building running off of generators so we can watch you and make sure you guys are okay. There is a first aid kit in the nurse's room on this floor just down the hall some along with bottles of water since the building as no running water. You can go into any room but there are some rooms that are still locked. This is not a contest of who can catch the most evidence but it's about how you get the evidence and how you handle different situations."

At that moment Nick took a sip of his wine and zoned out. While Jonathan continued talking, he was thinking of how weird this all was. Back in Mass. he did his own paranormal investigation and was a member of the Paranormal after Life website, a place where investigators would go to tell about their experience, give advice to others, share photos, and just ask questions. He remembered seeing an ad on the main page saying six lucky investigators would be investigating IC Company and to send in their video's of them investigating to win. He looked up from his plate and the room was blurry. He wiped his eyes with his hands and opened them but it got worst.

"Hey, do you guys feel sick all of a sudden?" Zak asked, pushing his plate away from him.

"Yeah, it just hit me," Aaron said. He looked up when Debbie called Marks name and saw the man fall out of his chair and then turned to his left when Nick fell out of his. He stood up and looked over the table at Nick and saw Zak knelling next to him and then within seconds, Zak collapsed over Nick's body. He looked over at Billy and Debbie and one by one they collapsed as well.

"Dusk is upon us and the investigation will start. This investigation will test your abilities as a professional investigator and how well you do in situations as you will see in an hour once the drug wears off."

Aaron turned his head to face Jonathan and glared at the man before his body collapsed to the floor. Just before his blacked out, he saw ten legs walk into the cafeteria and then nothing.