A/N Just some things you need to know before you start reading:

Lacey Swift is the main character. She and her best friend Jack Thomson live together and co-founded the Baltimore Paranormal Society. During her day job, Lacey owns a little photography studio in Baltimore. (I've yet to name it, but I will eventually haha) Now, Lacey is a bit of a schizo (schizophrenic, for those who don't understand my hip, young lingo), but it is very well-controlled on medications. She doesn't tell people about it (Jack being the only one who really knows), but it doesn't seem to affect her life as much as it used to. It doesn't play a big part in this story, but it leads to some secrets and such.

Jack is Lacey's best friend. They have know eachother since they were tots, so they're pretty much brother and sister. He has a kind of protective nature about him, especially with Lacey's struggle with her mental illness. He's an overall easy-going guy. He's one of those gay straight guys (Lacey calls him that because he "watches to much HGTV"), and it's an ongoing joke between them.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own TAPS, the show Ghost Hunters, or any of the members of TAPS. The only people I own are Lacey Swift and Jack Thomson. This is purely for fun :)

Chapter 1

"Jack, are you sure this is a good idea?" I asked, looking from my best friend to the blank wall in front of us. He just nodded and smiled crookedly at me.

"Lacey, all we're going to do is paint a wall. What's the worst that could happen?" he asked, picking up a paint roller.

"With you, I'd say anything between the apartment catching fire to us somehow setting off the apocalypse." I said, smiling at him. He gave me a look then thrust a paint roller into my hands.

"You're a mean person." Jack said, still glaring at me. I laughed and grabbed one of the paint cans.

After opening it and pouring some into the tray, we began painting. The wall slowly turned from boring white to a pastel green. "So, what did you think of TAPS?" Jack asked, pausing to look at me.

I lowered my roller and looked over at him. "It went better than I expected. They were really professional and really helped us out." I told him, nodding a little. I heard Jack chuckle and looked at him. "What?"

"Nothing. They liked you." He said simply, smiling at me. I rolled my eyes and continued painting.

"Of course they did. I'm a very likable person." I replied, smiling over at him. Jack laughed and nudged me a bit.

"Whatever you say. But I wouldn't be surprised if they call and ask you to go on a few cases with them." He said, smiling at me.

I rolled my eyes again. "Shut up and paint." I told him.

...

Jack and I sat back on the couch, admiring the newly painted wall. Jack was smiling at it, but I just kind of tilted my head.

"Is it weird that only one wall is painted?" I asked, looking at him. Jack frowned and shook his head.

"No, it's an accent wall. It's supposed to be a different color. We're going to mount the TV there." He said, stretching his arms out. I looked at him and smiled.

"You watch too much HGTV." I said, laughing a bit. Jack was about to say something when the phone started ringing. He gave me a look then answered it.

"Hello?... Oh, hey. How are you?... Yeah, she's right here, hold on" he said into the phone. "I told you so." He handed me the phone and smiled smugly.

I raised an eyebrow and put the phone against my ear. "Hello?"

"Hey Lacey. It's Jason from TAPS."

My eyebrows rose and I smiled. "Hey, Jason. How are you?"

"I'm fine. Grant and I really enjoyed investigating with you and Jack last week."

I smiled and nodded. "Yeah, we had a good time as well. Thanks again for coming out to help."

"Oh, no problem. We actually called to ask you something."

"Okay."

"We have a case out in California next we and we were wondering if you would like to join us."

I looked over at Jack, who raised his eyebrows. "Oh, I'd love to! Where are we investigating?"

"The Hollydale mental hospital in Downey."

"Ooh, that sounds like fun. When are we leaving? And are we flying, because I can't fly…"

"Wednesday afternoon. And that's no problem, you can go along with Steve, because he doesn't fly either."

"Awesome! What time should I get there?"

"That morning would be great."

"I can do that. Thanks again for this."

"Don't mention it. We'll see you then."

"Yes you will. Bye."

"Bye."

I hung up and smiled at Jack. He grinned back. "You're going with them on a case?" he asked innocently.

"Why do I get the feeling you knew that already?" I asked, setting the phone down.

"Oh, you're just being paranoid." He said, smiling. I looked at him, and it faltered a little. "Sorry. Uhm, I told you that they liked you. So where are you going?"

I smiled and again and sat back. "Hollydale mental hospital out in Cali." Jack nodded.

"Cool, cool. Are you going to tell them about… you know?" he asked slowly and quietly. I looked down and shrugged.

"I don't know. Should I? I mean, I'm on medication and I haven't had any problems for over a year." I told him, looking back up at him.

Jack nodded and looked at the floor. "I think… that they deserve to know, but it's up to you." He said, looking over at me.

"I guess so." I replied quietly. "If they invite me on any more cases, I'll tell them." Jack smiled and nodded.

"Sound good." He said, putting an arm around my should. "Now, what size TV should we get?"

I looked at him and raised an eyebrow. "Jack, we have a TV… It's right over there." I told him, pointing at our TV.

He looked at it and pouted. "But it's all old and not a flat screen." He complained, looking over at me. I sighed and looked at him.

"We'll get a new TV on one condition." I said. Jack smiled and nodded excitedly.

"Okay, what is it?" he asked.

"You have to drive me to Rhode Island next week…. I have to be there on Wednesday morning." I told him. Jack deflated a little, but then nodded.

"Fine, fine. But I get to pick the TV." He said, smiling. I rolled my eyes and nodded. Jack shouted in victory, and rushed over to his laptop, probably to research some TVs. I looked over at him and shook my head. He's such a guy.