DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN GHOSTBUSTERS. I OWN THE RIGHTS TO FAYE FANTOME AND OTHER ORIGINAL CHARACTERS.
"Ghosts, like ladies, never speak till spoken to." –Richard Harrison Barham
Egon pushed the door open to the Ghostbusters Headquarters, his large nose in a book. As always. It was empty in the building, and as he walked through the building, Egon's footsteps echoed. Business had been slow, and the Ghostbusters were each out doing their own thing; Janine had the day off.
Egon sat down at Janine's desk, completely absorbed in his book. He put his feet up on the desk and leaned back in the chair. He flipped the page.
"Oh, you're reading Dante's Divine Comedy? I read that in eighth grade."
Egon peered over his book; he found himself looking at a relatively beautiful young woman. He quickly closed his book and placed it on his desk. He got to his feet and held out his hand to her.
"I'm Dr. Egon Spengler," he stammered as she shook his hand.
"I'm Faye Fantôme," she answered, smiling. "I take it you're one of the Ghostbusters?"
Egon nodded. "How can I help you, Miss Fantôme?" he asked kindly. He motioned to a chair. "Please, sit down."
She took a seat. "I have a ghost problem." She laughed and ran a hand through her long blonde hair. "Of course I have a ghost problem. That's why I'm here."
He sat across from her and slid his book aside. Just then the door burst open and in came Peter, Ray and Winston. Peter was overjoyed while Ray seemed overly gloomy; and Winston seemed to be in his regular mood. Faye turned to look at the other three Ghostbusters.
"Do we have a job?" Peter asked, excited. He ran up to Faye. "Dr. Peter Venkman, at your service, ma'am. That's Dr. Raymond Stantz, and then there's Winston Zeddemore. And you've met Egon, I see…"
"I'm Faye Fantôme," Faye said, unsure what to make of Peter's attitude. She shook his hand, then proceeded to shake the hands of Winston and Ray. "And I need your help."