Hey everyone! Just a heads up, I'm going to be switching back and forth between Melanie's perspective and a 3rd person viewpoint in my story. Hope that doesn't confuse anyone!

I watched as the four men entered the building where I had been trapped working for so long. They wore strange looking packs on their backs as they followed my former boss into the back room, and I could only assume they were talking about me. I had been working with no complaint for so long, (hard to complain when no one could hear you) why should there be a problem? I had no idea why these men were here but it couldn't mean anything good for me…

After what seemed like forever, I finally heard them heading towards the back where I was working. I dropped the box of shirts I had been sifting through and fled to my hiding place behind the folding machine. I peered through the machinery, studying each of the strangers as they talked to my boss. When they came upon the machine, the man with the glasses glanced up right at me as if he knew I was there. I changed hiding places as quickly and silently as I could; fleeing to the wall of boxes I had yet to go work through. From up there I was able to oversee the whole back corner of the warehouse.

"Don't be shy in front of these guys, Melanie. They just want to see what you can do."

I heard Margaret, my former boss calling to me softly. For some reason I couldn't bring myself to leave my hiding place. All I could do was bite my lip and stare at the four men.

The tall one with the glasses who I'd heard the others call Egon, slowly stepped forward towards my worktable. He held up a small strange looking device and seemed to scan the shirts I had been unfolding. A little ticked off at his intrusion, I sent a pulse throughout the room and heard a box fall from the impact it had on the other side of the warehouse. Maybe that would draw them away from my area.

I thought it had worked until I saw that only two of the men followed my boss to the front of the warehouse. Egon and the tired looking man, Peter stayed behind. I narrowed my eyes trying to think of a better idea to lure them away from me.

"Have you got anything yet, Egon? I'm ready to go home." Peter said slumping against the table.

I bit my lip and sent another pulse through the room. The lights above flickered slightly and I felt the plumbing shift throughout the building. I heard one of the other men up front call out to the others and watched dejectedly as only Peter left to investigate. I turned my gaze to the remaining man.

He was walking slowly towards the garage door and as he touched it, the machine in his hand stopped making noise. It must have been scanning for ghostly activity, because when it reached my limits at the door, it went silent. The tall man turned around slowly and retraced his steps trying to pick up my signal. He went back to the box I had been working on and seemed to study it for a long moment.

Then he turned around.

The machine was instantly buzzing with signals and he looked down at it confusedly. I could see the realization in his face as he slowly raised his head to look up for the source of the activity. When his eyes met mine, I froze in surprise. He looked equally dumbfounded. The small device in his hand started to pop and sputter but he didn't move.

"That thing looks like it's about to blow up or something." I said after a long time. He blinked and seemed to come back to life as he glanced down and shut the device off. He took a step closer and I braced myself. If these guys were tracking down ghosts, what did they do when they encountered one?

"You're name wouldn't happen to be Melanie, now would it?" He said after clearing his throat.

He knew who I was! I sat up a little straighter, unable to contain my excitement. I was about to answer him when one of his friends called out to him. He turned away and I took my chance.

I reappeared down behind him, wanting to get a closer look at the pack on his back. It was blinking in some places and it had a large gun looking thing in a holster on the side. There was a loud pop and he spun around, dropping the device to the cement floor. It had exploded it his hand and lay smoking on the floor.

"I-I'm sorry! Did I do that?" I said, noticing that he held his hand as if the device had burned him. He wouldn't look away.

"Can…you really see me?" I asked quietly. He nodded and then straightened himself a bit. He studied me for a moment before his eyebrows knit together in confusion.

"Has no one been able to see you before now?"

I hesitated.

"No."

Egon studied me for a few seconds. He looked like he was about to say something when another of his friends, Peter ran up behind him.

"Hey, Egon?" He asked as he clapped a hand on Egon's shoulder. Egon half turned but didn't look away from me as he replied.

"Yeah?"

"What are you doing? We thought you were interested in stuff like this." Peter shoved a container of red liquid at Egon.

"Oh…okay thanks, Venkman." He mumbled. I smiled shyly at Peter but he never glanced up at me. After a few seconds, my smile fell and the other two men came rushing towards their group. None of them noticed me, but Egon was still trying awkwardly to keep an eye on me. I smirked as I realized he was afraid I'd disappear on him again.

"So who were you talking to? Did you find the ghost?" Peter asked. Egon glanced at me. I smiled, waiting to see if he would tell the others about me.

"I found her." He confirmed. My smile widened. I waited for the other three men to notice me standing within their group but no one save for Egon seemed to be able to see me.

"You didn't call us!" Ray, who I took to be the leader of their little group exclaimed. He looked excited for some reason.

"Too caught up in the moment, huh Egon?" I turned to see Winston, who smiled eagerly towards his friend. Egon smirked a little bit.

"Where's Margaret?" He asked, noticing she wasn't with the others.

"She's cleaning up the mess in the bathroom…" Ray thumbed over his shoulder then grabbed the container of red liquid from Peter and handed it to Egon. I stared at it for a moment and then laughed.

"It's not really blood…" I told Egon. He looked confused for a moment before relaying it to the others whose faces fell. Peter didn't really seem to care.

"We'll run some tests on it back at the lab…" Egon said. Ray agreed eagerly. Growing bored with the babbling of the four colleagues, I turned and felt myself fade away and reappeared back up in my favorite resting spot on top of the boxes. I watched as Egon fumbled with the decision on whether or not to tell his friends about seeing me.

It is odd that the others can't see me… I thought to myself.

The four men conversed for a little bit longer, and then headed slowly for the front of the building once more. Egon stayed still for a few minutes looking around. Weary with the night's excitement, I realized that I was invisible to him. I floated down past him as he trudged after the others. Then as a goodbye, I reached towards him and whipped off his glasses. He reflexively reached out for them and I handed them back to him with a laugh.

"Come back soon, Egon."

I smiled after him as he turned around once more, but he still couldn't see me. I floated back to my tower of boxes.

The Ghostbusters piled into the Ecto-1, many different thoughts running through their heads. Ray, in the driver's seat couldn't help being confused with Egon's behavior in the embroidery warehouse. He was distracted which, having known him for over a decade, was out of character for Egon. He turned towards his friend as he climbed into the backseat with Peter.

"Spengler, is something wrong?"

"No…I very much want to come back for more tests though. Melanie is a very interesting apparition." He said. Peter scoffed.

"You gotta crush on this girl and we can't even see her!"

"Yeah that is kinda weird. We usually can see the type of ghosts we catch. What's wrong with this one?" Winston asked, turning to Ray.

"Well…maybe being the only intelligent ghost we've met has something to do with it. She's the only one who has responded to our contact, or Egon's contact, rather." Ray smirked as he started the car.