I own Kitty and Angie.
Do you thinking think I'd be doing this if I owned GBs?
The four of them made it to the apartment building, Ray and Peter wielding different handheld sets as they scanned the hallway. Peter waved a long stick like apparatus over the hall, Kitty tried to ask about it, he simply told it her it was 'technical'. Ray on the other hand was more than happy to tell what each piece of equipment did. He slid a pair of goggles over half of his face, and waved a small handheld device over the walls.
Angie walked ahead of the two scientists and slid the key in, turning the tumblers in the lock as Ray and Peter caught up.
"Nothing in the hallway," Ray said, the goggles squishing his nose down.
"I agree." Peter nodded. "You know, we might need to come back later, make sure this ghost doesn't come back. Maybe Friday night, eight?"
Angie ignored Peter as she shoved the door open; it bounced against the back wall as Peter walked in first. "We'll do a survey first; make sure it's okay for you ladies to come in." Peter said, strutting into the living room, Ray following behind, staring at the meter in his hand. Angie crossed her arm across her chest, sighing as she leaned against the doorframe.
Ray waved the PKG meter over the living room, looking for any abnormal spikes. Peter on the other hand, took a different approach.
"That's right boys, it's Dr. Venkman!" He shouted at the air, waiting in silence for something to make a noise. The air didn't respond.
Peter turned to the unimpressed girls standing in the doorway, he shrugged his shoulders. "I guess I scared 'em." Peter said, wondering around the living room. Angie rolled her eyes as Peter plopped down on the couch, putting his feet up on their coffee table.
"Dr. Venkman?" Kitty called, taking off the scarf from around her neck. Peter jumped up and said, "Please, call me Peter."
Kitty nodded, "Okay, Peter, would you like to check the room that actually had the… event?"
Peter thought a bit, asking him if he really heard her right, if she had just asked him to go to her bedroom.
"Okay, let's check it." Peter said as he walked down the hallway. "Which is it?"
"The one on the left." Kitty called, sitting on the arm of the couch, watching him 'work'.
Peter reached out of the doorknob slowly, taking a deep breath. He twisted his wrist as the door flew open, he gasped at what he found.
"Ray, you're gonna want to look at this." Peter called out. Ray shuffled down the hallway, staring into the room. "Wow." Ray breathed, resting the goggles on his forehead.
Angie and Kitty followed in suit, staring at Kitty's room. It was the same was when they left; books on the floor, clothes thrown everywhere (even hanging off the ceiling fan), the bed pushed up against the room.
"You should fire your housekeeper." Peter remarked. Ray walked in, carefully stepping over any possessions as he read the PKG. Kitty just shook her head, "this is what I already told you. This happened the other night."
"And you hadn't cleaned up yet?" Asked Peter, climbing over the piles of clothes.
"I-.. Thought it was evidence." Whimpered Kitty, feeling a little naïve for her thought process.
Ray waved the PKG around the room, focusing on the closet itself. The arms on the side rose as it lit up, whining loudly. His brows furrowed, going over the same place a couple times, getting the same reading. Opening the closet door slightly, Ray poked his head in, seeing nothing but empty hangers. 'That doesn't make any sense.' He thought as he hit the side of the meter a couples, it read the same.
"Ray!" Peter called out, waving his hand in front of Ray's face. Ray snapped out of whatever technologic daze he was in and joined the real world.
"I said I'm sorry there isn't anything here." Peter said, motioning to the girls, "however, we wouldn't feel right charging them for nothing, so we'd gladly accept a date Friday."
"And we told you," Angie started as she walked into the younger of the two's messy room. "That we would rather just pay you."
"See, I'm insulted." Peter said, putting his hand over where his heart would be. "All I did was ask for one night for my friend and I."
Peter made his way over to his friend, wrapping one arm around his shoulders. "I mean, look at this man. When was the last time you think he was on a date?"
"Thanks man."
"No problem." Peter patted Ray's chest. "Just give us a chance."
Angie smiled as waved him towards the doorway, "Goodbye, Dr. Venkman."
Peter shrugged his shoulders, walking out of the bedroom and towards the front door. Ray started to walk out, before he stopped in front of Angie. "If it makes you feel any better," Ray said, Angie's arms crossed over her chest, "He really does mean well."
Kitty strolled to the front door, walking in on Peter peering at their family pictures. "Dr. Venkman—" She stopped herself, "Peter. I want to thank you for trying to help us."
"I'm sorry we didn't find anything." Peter leaned in, "Personally, I think you're sister is a cesspool of negative energy. Maybe when she moves out and gets her own place, we can come back and scan again; prove my theory that your sister is a—"
Angie and Ray walked into the living room, holding their own conversation.
"—Wonderful person and should be treated with love and respect." Peter finished, feeling Angie's stare boar into the side of his head. Kitty laughed slightly, covering the bottom half of her face.
Angie rested her hand on Ray's forearm, sending electricity up his spine "Thank you."
Ray's brows furrowed, "For what?"
"Well, for showing up. Even if you didn't find anything, you still made my sister feel better, and that's all I could ask for." Angie smiled again, her eyes sparkling up at him.
'She's cute when she smiles.' Thought Ray, smiling himself. 'No! You cannot like your first client. You need to quit hanging around Peter!'
They both walked towards the door, Angie's hand still on his forearm.
Kitty shook Ray's hand, "thank you." Ray smiled and nodded. Kitty offered her hand to Peter, who instead of shaking it, brought her hand up and kissed her hand. Kitty turned twelve different shades of red, "Th-thank you, Peter."
Angie cleared her throat, louder than she needed to. Peter snapped back to reality and let go of Kitty's hand, turning to Angie. He took her hand and shook it, "Pleasure to meet you, Miss Angie."
"If anything happens again, just call us." Ray suggested, acting with a little more professionalism than before.
"Oh yeah, I'll call next time I want my sister ogled." Angie remarked, staring at Peter. Peter simply smirked, "Anytime!" He said, winking at Kitty.
Peter left the apartment and started down the hallway, Ray stayed behind. "If the activity gets worst, call us, we'll come right out." He said, handing Angie a business card.
"Thank you, Dr. Stantz." Angie said, leaning against the door holding it open. Ray smiled and said "You're welcome, Miss Reed."
He waved to Kitty and followed behind Peter, who was already to the elevators.
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Peter and Ray stood in silence, only the musical tone of typical elevator music played, hiding the roaring of the cables of the elevator. Ray bit his bottom lip, suddenly his shoes became the most interesting thing on the elevator. 'Peter will never let me live this down.' Ray thought as Peter cleared his throat. Ray's dreams of a silent ride to the ground floor were dashed when Peter said "Did you find anything during that sweep?"
Ray sighed, thanking his lucky stars that he didn't ask about Angie. "Yeah, I did. Really weird readings, 1152 on the PKG. It went crazy, but I couldn't see anything with the Ecto-goggles."
"What does that mean?" Peter asked, Ray just shook his head, "I don't know. I'll check with Spengler at the lab, he may have some ideas."
It got quiet again. Ray was fearing the worst.
"So, that Angie girl, huh?"
Ray kept his eyes on his sneakers, studying each line and stitch in the leather. Peter raised an eyebrow, hitting on something. "I think she's pretty cute."
"Hm." Ray didn't want to be talking right now.
Peter sighed, shoving his hand in his pockets. "I mean in a koala kind of way," Peter remarked, "She's all cute and cuddly until you get close and then she'll rip your face off."
Ray just bit the inside of his cheek, trying to stop himself from laughing.
Peter tapped his foot on the metal floor, his heel making a clicking noise. The elevator jazz did a terrible job of covering the metal-on-metal sound. It seemed to be getting louder. The metallic sound seemed to be right on top of them before the lift stopped, shaking the elevator and all its occupants.
"Uh oh." Peter said, looking around the elevator. He banged on the door with his open fist, "Hey! Anybody there?" Peter shouted at the closed elevator doors.
The PGK meter started to buzz, the arms on the side lifting and started blinking. Ray picked it up, it started to buzz louder the higher he put it. His brows furrowed, the possibilities were endless on what could be causing it: natural shifts, the building itself could be magnetized and that's why Angie and her sister are having issues, it could be something paranormal.
Peter sat down on the ground, "So I guess we're gonna be stuck here for a little bit."
Ray sighed, sitting down, defeated. "I guess so."
Between the elevator music, the metal sound of the elevator itself, and the PKG buzzing, it slowly gave Peter a massive migraine. He rubbed his temples, trying to relief some of the pressure.
This was gonna be a long night.
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