I own Angie and Kitty and that is all.
I don't even own my computer.


The city blared around them; cars passing by, people arguing over a one-dollar hot dog, and the firehouse in the middle of all of this. The brick firehouse stood there, plaster falling down from around it, the mortar in the brick cracking and separating from foundation.

The sisters walked across the street towards the firehouse, Kitty's head craning up to the black and white banner across the large door, reading 'GHOSTBUSTERS'

Angie pushed the large black door open, holding it open for the sleep deprived young woman following behind.

Another restless night. Kitty tried to sleep in her bedroom, she really did. However, as soon as her college textbooks started to fly across the room and hit her, she knew it was time to get out. Sleeping on the couch was her only solution.

Kitty stepped through the doors, walking into the office/garage, at the looks of it. Boxes littered the lobby, leading back to a receptionist desk while a short, red-headed woman sat behind a desk, typing something on the computer.

The girls walked up to the receptionist desk, passing an old, 50's style black hearse, that happen to have a pair of legs sticking out from under the hood.

The receptionist looked up at the girls from her computer, glaring at them from behind her large glasses.

"Can I help you?" she said, a thick Bronx accent echoed off the walls. Kitty nodded furiously, "Yes – at least I hope so. My sister and I saw your commercial and where hoping you guys could help us." Kitty pleaded, interlocking her fingers together in front of her.

Dr. Peter Venkman perked up when he heard a woman's voice, looking over the tall stack of boxes they still had to unpack to watch two young girls talk to Janine.

Taking no time at all, Peter ran across his office, vaulting over the partition and landing next to the two girls in record time. He offered his hand to the smaller one, her blue, all-be-it bloodshot, eyes looking up in surprise at him.

"I'm Dr. Peter Venkman. How can I help you both?" He said, setting his charm all the way to eleven as he slowly shook her hand.

"I-I'm Kitty Reed, this is my sister Angie." She said, trying to get her mind back on track. Her sister, the slightly taller one, smiled and waved awkwardly, stuffing her hands back in her pockets as she looked around the firehouse.

"Kitty, huh? That is quite a name."

"It's a nickname. In high school there were five other Katie's, zero Kitty's."

"I can believe that. It takes a special woman to have a name like that." Peter said, watching as Kitty laughed nervously, the light blush flushing over her cheeks.

Angie cleared her throat, growing increasingly uncomfortable. "We were hoping you could help us." She said, peeling Peter's attention away from the younger of the two.

"That all depends on what you have." Peter said, his voice changing from a Don Juan to a true scientist.

"That's why we came to you." Kitty said, pulling his attention back to her. "I feel kind of crazy even bringing it up."

"That's all we get through here, day in and day out." Peter laughed, earning a glare from Janine. "Maybe we could run some diagnostic test, see if what you're experiencing is real."

Peter walked over to the old hearse in the middle of the room. "Hey Ray!" Peter called, kicking the pair of legs that stuck out from under the hearse. A BANG! Echoed out from under the hearse as the car wobbled slightly, followed by murmured cursing as he rolled out from under the car.

He sat up, rubbing his forehead, completely oblivious to the two girls near Janine's desk. His face was dirty from the grease of the old car, a cigarette hung from his lips as he looked up at Peter, glaring at him for making him bump his head.

"Ray, these lovely girls would like our help with a possible paranormal experience." Peter said, leaning on the hood of the car. Ray glanced over at the two girls for a moment before jumping up, straightening his hair and clothes, suddenly conscious about how he looked.

Angie giggled slightly, covering her mouth as if that was going to stop her from the deep blush she was experiencing. Peter smiled slightly, watching the interaction between his best friend and the young woman. 'I could use this'

"Ray, this is Kitty Reed, and her sister, Angie." Peter said, waving towards the girls.

Ray wiped his greasy hand on his pant leg and offered his hand to Kitty. He smiled as he shook her hand, nodding slightly. "Ladies, this is Dr. Ray Stantz." Peter said, he smiled as he stood back with his arms crossed in front of him.

Ray let go of Kitty and shook Angie's hand, he felt like his heart leapt into his chest. Which is impossible, he thought. She smiled brightly as she shook his hand, "It's nice to meet you, Ray." She said.

And then it hit him, he couldn't say any words. Anything, nothing would come to mind; not a single word came to mind. How do you top, 'It's nice to meet you, Ray'? Do you say 'you too', or 'same here'?

At this point Ray would be good with anything. One single word is all he needed. 'Come on Ray, you can do this. It's just a girl, and it's just a word.'

Ray nodded and stepped back by the hearse, silently kicking himself for not saying a word. Peter covered the bottom half of his face, mostly to stop himself from laughing out loud at how awkward his friend was being.

"So!" Peter said, clapping his hands together, drawing some of the nervous energy away from the situation Ray had created. That was Peter's story, and he was sticking with it.

"I think we should all head up to the lab, maybe figure out what's going on with these two, huh Ray?"

"Uh… Sure. I'll go get Spengler and we can start running some tests."

"He's probably upstairs in the lab anyway, why don't we all head up?" Peter said, before leading Kitty towards the stairs, his hand on the small of her back.

Angie just shook her head as she hung back, walking with Ray. Ray stuffed his hands in his pockets before taking a deep breath. 'Okay, you can do this. Just talk to her. She came here for an answer for a paranormal issue, you know the paranormal. Just talk to her.'

"So, how long has this been going on?" Ray asked as they reached the stairwell. "The activity, I mean."

"Well," she sighed, biting her bottom lip. "We just moved in a couple days ago, but Kitty's been like this for a while."

"You're thinking psychokinetic breakdown?" Ray said, Angie's brow furrowed, "A what?"

"Uh," for a moment, Ray forgot who he was talking to. "It's uh… Never mind – what do you think it is?" He asked, as they both walked up the stairs to the lab.

"I don't know. I wish I did, but I don't." Angie said, looking down at the floor as she climbed the stairs. She looked back at him, "That's where you guys come in."

He smiled before looking at his feet, hoping to hide the blush across his face. She bounced up the rest of the stairs, Ray's eyes following her before they reached the second floor.

'First costumer and Ray's already got the hots for her.' Peter thought, watching as Ray and Angie followed behind them. 'I've never been more proud.'

xxx

Kitty looked around, watching as the man they knew as Dr. Egon Spengler attached pads to her pressure points; her forearms, her temple, and her upper chest, which Peter happily volunteered to apply. Kitty looked worryingly at Angie, her brows rising towards the heavens.

Angie leaned over to Ray, who was standing with his arms crossed over his chest. "Is this gonna hurt her?" She whispered. Ray looked down at her, and shook his head "Nah, this won't hurt at all. It'll just tickle a little bit. Like a light electric charge."

Egon flipped a switch, causing the wall of machines and computer to start buzzing and beeping. Like Ray said, Kitty felt a light vibration on her skin were the patches stuck to her skin. Egon disappeared behind a computer desk; Peter took charge of the situation and started the test.

"It is June seventh, nineteen eighty-four. It's nine thirty four in the morning." Peter started, taking his button-up sweater off his shoulders and throwing it on the empty couch. "The subject is Caucasian, female, roughly five eight in height and in her early twenties. The following people in the room are Dr. Stantz, Dr. Spengler, the subject's sister, and myself. Now, Kitty, are you ready?"

Kitty nodded apprehensively, taking in a deep breath.

"Now, in your own words, please describe the events that happened to you."

"On June first, my sister and I moved into our new apartment over on Central Park West. That night, when I went to sleep, the sheets were being pulled off of me. I thought I was just sleepy and imagining things, but then the sheet flew across the room. I stayed up all night, fighting with whatever, and got virtually zero hours of sleep. The next morning, I went to get ready for work when my room was trashed, and this light started to come from the closet."

Angie covered her mouth, the shock of all this getting to her.

"When I opened the closet, there was this temple, like thing, and this dog that growled at me. I slammed the door closed and ran out of the room. I haven't had a decedent night of sleep since."

Peter rubbed his chin, his bottom lip stuck out as he hummed. "That is quiet a story." He finally said, looking over to the scientist behind the computer. "What do you think Egon?"

Egon stood up from behind the computer desk, staring directly at Peter, "She's telling the truth, at least she thinks she is." Egon walked over to the couch, and plopped down. "It could be a number of things. Manipulating objects sounds like a poltergeist, however the growling dog in the closet sounds more like possetion. Ray?"

Ray sighed, shrugging his shoulders. "It could be, or it could by psychokinetic energy trapped in the apartment."

"Repressed memories." Egon mussed, rubbing the bridge of his nose.

"Past life experience." Ray suggested, leaning against the wall, crossing his arms over his chest.

The two sounded like they were talking in code.

Peter sauntered over towards Kitty, pulling off the patches still left on her skin, as the two book-worms mused. "Sorry about them," Peter Said, removing the patch from her right forearm. "They can be a little… wordy sometimes. Like now, for instance." Kitty laughed as Peter pulled of the next patch, one on her chest above her heart.

Angie watched the two scientist go back and forth like a tennis match. They bounced ideas off one another, before Ray said "Before we get ahead of ourselves, maybe someone should go to the apartment, take some readings. Then we can come back and see if it's a real haunting, or something else."

Peter smiled as he pulled off the last patch from Kitty's temple. "That's a great idea, Ray." Peter said, turning around to look at him, "Well what are you waiting for?" Ray looked confused; something, the two sisters guessed, didn't happen often.

"Your idea, you're coming with." Peter said as he offered his hand to Kitty. She took his hand as he helped her up.

Ray looked stunned, not expecting to go on field work to early. Peter looked back to Ray, "Just change out of that monkey suit and we'll all go over to the apartment. It that okay, girls?"

Angie shrugged her shoulders, "That's fine with me."

Peter smiled widely, his planning slowly coming together. Ray pulled the zipper on his jumpsuit before sliding out of it, he wore a red flannel shirt tucked into a pair of khakis under that 'monkey suit'. Angie bit her lip as she watched him climb out of the jumpsuit. 'Damn' she thought before shaking the thought out of her head.

Ray turned to face Angie; a childlike smile crept across his face. "Are you ready?" He asked, offering his arm in the first bout of confidence he had all day. She took his arm, before flashing him a bright smile.

They followed Peter and Kitty down the stairwell, his heart skipped a beat with every step. 'She's holding my arm, she's actually holding my arm' Ray thought to himself, somehow trying to stay calm under all this pressure.

He had to get his mind back on track, he had work to do, and he couldn't just ignore work for some girl. He looked back down at Angie as she gazed around the garage / main lobby, marveling over the equipment before looking up and Ray, smiling.

Some girl.


Ray has got a bit of a crush.
I know I should have said this in the other chapter, but thank you, ElywnClark for your review.
I hope you enjoyed it!

~Pure