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I'm soo sorry I havent updated in forever! but I have been battling more plot bunnies (brandishes heavily bloodied sword with a plot bunny speared on it) and have had MAJOR writers block! I hope this makes up for how terrible I've been *pleading puppy dog look*

Oh and I'm so sorry it's shorter than normal, but I thought it ended in such a good way that I just couldn't alter it!

Disclaimer: I do not own Ghostbusters. I only own Makenna

Enjoy!


"Hey, has anybody seen a ghost?" Peter yelled his trademark shout as the three of them walked into the familiar hotel. Several people, most dressed in elegant and expensive clothing, pointed at them and smiled in recognition of the famed Ghostbusters. Newcomers or people that believed their job was fake just gave them odd looks. Someone they recognized from all those years ago was walking quickly towards them. It was the Sedgewick's manager, and he looked far from happy to see them.

Makenna felt a sense of déjà vu, and remembered that they had come here back in 1991, a year after the Vigo incident, with a situation exactly like this one.

"That disgusting blob is wreaking havoc on the 14th floor!" he informed them with a growl. He glared at the three Ghostbusters standing before him, his face red with anger, which made the gray streaks in his sandy brown hair stand out. "I demand a refund right now!"

Peter smiled slyly, his gray eyes glinting with amusement. "Sir, as we've said before, if you checked the fine print on our invoice-"

"Invoices." Makenna interrupted, rolling her eyes at her brother.

"Right, right, invoices." Peter chuckled at his sister correcting him. He looked at the manager and shook his head in an 'I pity you' manner. "You'll see that your warranty for re-haunting expired some time ago. Once again, you should've taken up on our extended service agreement."

The manager spluttered in rage, seemingly trying to come up with a good comeback. He didn't get a chance as the three Ghostbusters walked away towards the elevator.

The usual chatter of the Sedgewick's lobby was exactly how she remembered it, as well as the status of the hotel's business: busy.
Usually that little onionhead haunted the twelfth, the very floor where they caught him the first time. Makenna wondered what he was doing up there on the fourteenth floor. Probably raiding the rooms for food, she thought with a chuckle, smiling at the memory of their first ghost hunt. She looked around at the small crowds they were passing. They heard whispers left and right—some skeptical, some fascinated—but paid no mind, focusing only on what they were here to do.

"Don't forget our agreement with the city." Peter reminded his sister and brother-in-law in a serious tone. "Proton packs must remain off in heavily populated areas."

"And in close quarters." Ray added with a nod of his head.

"To satisfy the restraining order the maid put on us." Makenna chimed in with a sigh, remembering with embarrassment the scare that she, her husband, and Egon had all given that poor maid.

"The world we live in today!" Peter went on, sarcasm seeping into and dripping from his voice once again. He made his arms flop out and then let them drop limply at his sides. "You shoot a beam of highly charged proton particles at someone, and they get all sue happy!"

Makenna rolled her eyes as she pressed the up button for the elevator, feeling the déjà vu sense again. She rocked back and forth on her heels like a child as they waited. Peter's personality really hadn't changed at all over the years…

"We didn't even burn her!" her brother pulled out his black gloves and slipped them on, adjusting his elbow pads so they wouldn't put a strain on his sleeves. "I mean there was redness…there was a little redness…"

The elevator opened with a 'DING' as Makenna shared a glance with her husband, who shook his head with a smile. He gestured for her to get in first, recognizing the "Ladies first" rule. She smiled at him with a bat of her eyelashes and a grin that, even though they were married, could still make him blush beet red. She stepped into the elevator after her brother while Ray hung back, asking anyone of they were going up. No one stepped up to go with them, so Ray got in with a shrug just
as the doors closed.

"Let's pull Slimer into a trap as quickly as we can." Ray told his wife and brother-in-law.

"Aye aye, Captain." Makenna agreed, watching the floor numbers briefly. She pulled out a PKE meter and turned it on. The thing still worked great after all these years. Today she figured she'd be the replacement Egon and use it to make their job a little easier. It wasn't picking up anything yet. "Hopefully that little greenie won't put up much of a fight."

"You never know with that pitiful goop sack excuse for a ghost." Peter grumbled bitterly, his good mood deflating. Makenna breathed out through her nose and hummed tiredly, realizing he still held a grudge against Slimer. Ever since the onionhead coated him in ectoplasmic residue ten years ago, and again before the Ghostbusters had dealt with a descendant of Ivo Shandor, the architect/genocidal maniac, Peter has hated Slimer with a burning passion.

Suddenly, the arms on the PKE meter rose and the device began buzzing, it's lights blinking slowly. "I've got a signal!" Makenna squeaked, glancing up at the wall by the door. They were on the 11th floor according to the dial above the door. The flux was weak, but strong enough to let them know they were getting close.

"He's near the elevator then." Ray observed, reaching over his right shoulder to grab his patrona wand, switching it on in the process. A deep, humming sound filled the elevator, and Makenna had another sudden sense of déjà vu, her mind flashing back to this very place ten years ago.

"You two can lead." Peter said casually, leaning up against the opposite wall. He pretended to examine his fingernails. "Just in case, you know."

Makenna sighed and shook her head. She did know what he was talking about. He didn't want to get slimed again. She glanced back at him, then faced forward and shook her head again. She loved and idolized him to death, but he could be such a wuss.

Makenna stepped out of the elevator slowly, haltingly moving her arm in a roundabout way so the PKE meter could get a clear sweep of the hall. Waving to their right, the arms rose and the buzzing intensified. "He's down this way." She informed them.

Continuing down the hall, they were starting to see that the meter was right. As they traveled farther down the hall, they could hear the crashes of glass plates getting louder and louder. It was obvious that Slimer had located another room service cart and was busy making it spotless. It became clearer as they trudged along because he didn't chew with his mouth closed, so they could hear him groaning as he ate, complete with lip-smacking noises.

"Would it kill him to close his mouth when he eats?" Peter asked caustically, listening to all of Slimer's appalling eating noises.
Makenna nodded in agreement and made a gagging noise. Ray pulled a disgusted face, but began concentrating again on the task at hand. Now really wasn't the time to dwell on such matters.

They rounded the corner at the end of the hall and came face to face with Slimer's back.

Ray primed his proton pack, aiming directly at the green blob. Makenna stuffed the PKE meter into the right leg pocket on her jumpsuit and did the same.

"Alright, Pete," Ray's eyes were fixed on the green ghost, but he was talking over his shoulder to Peter, who was behind them. "Get the trap ready. Makenna and I will try to hold him."

"One trap, coming right up." Peter mock saluted. Makenna rolled her eyes again, but stayed focused on the phantasm in front of them, who had yet to notice them and was still munching away, tossing plates down to the floor to break after he cleaned them.

"Ready, hun?" Ray asked his wife.

"Ready."

"Throw it!"

Makenna and Ray both let their throwers loose; two squirming beams of orange particles wrapped in blue lightning-like particles shooting out and darting towards the green spook, who finally noticed they were there. He let out a shout, his huge mouth dropping open, revealing disgusting, rotted teeth. At once, he turned tail and tore down the hallway, his arms held up near his head. This caused Makenna and Ray to miss him horribly, just like every other time they had to recapture him. Upon encountering the far wall at the end of the hall, he fazed right through it with a poof of green smoke.

"Dammit," Makenna swore, glaring at the far wall, her eyes alight with a burning fire. "He got away again."

Ray sighed. "It's never easy with that green bugger." he said.

"We should split up." Makenna suggested, re-holstering her thrower and taking a hair band from one of the pockets on her jumpsuit. She gathered her long, curly locks and began putting them up in a ponytail. Ray nodded to her in agreement, his face serious. Peter, surprisingly, was a mirror image of his brother-in-law; his face showed no joking feelings. When Makenna Stantz put her hair up in a ponytail, shit was about to go down.

"Alright. Pete, since you don't want to get slimed again, you patrol the lobby. Remember the agreement." Ray reminded him.

"Of course." Peter smirked, his eyes suggesting he was relieved to be assigned to the lobby. He turned on his heels and sauntered off towards the elevator.

"Makenna, you go that way and search that half of the floor." Ray pointed in the direction that Peter walked away. "I'll search this half." he pointed to what lay ahead of them.

"Roger that," Makenna began walking in the direction she was told. "I'll let you know if I found something."

"Same here." he told her, and the team split up.


And that's a wrap! What do you think guys? Not bad for my first time being back, huh?

I edited the first two chapters, so I'm going to re-upload those soon :)

Reviews are love, constructive criticism is appreciated, and flames will be used to melt chocolate :3

Until next time, my lovely readers!

~H.E.T.