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This is from Ray's POV. Next chapter will have Sam's POV again and it will start off when Ray gives her a call at the shop.

1st Avenue II

Ray had figured he was going to be the one who was going 'down there' but he had still secretly hoped it would have turned out differently. It wasn't that he was afraid or anything...just he didn't like the idea of being suspended god knows how many hundred feet above god knows what was underneath 1st Avenue. He took it like a trooper and allowed Egon and Peter to harness and lower him into the hole they had been jack hammering open.

As he was descending he vaguely wondered what Sam was doing at the shop. He wasn't concerned about her ability to run it, but more that he had asked a person he had barely known for a week to watch it. 'I must be going crazy.' He thought as he tried not to focus on the pipes and dirt he was hitting as he swung down to the bottom of...whatever. He was going to have to make it up to her, that much was certain but what could he do for Sam? 'It has been way too long since I have had to think about this sort of social obligation...' Ray's silent thoughts were cut short when Peter asked, "You all right?", snapping out of his revery Ray remembered why he was there.

"Yeah, I'm good. Speed's good, boys," He moved the head lamp around him and said,"Keep it comin'." Ray looked down beyond his feet but he still really couldn't see anything. 'How deep does this go?' Just before he was starting to get slightly worried, Ray saw it. "We're breaking through." The dirt and grime stopped and a cavern began."I see some light. I'm in some kind of a chamber. There's some tile work..." Whatever Ray was going to say was cut off as he caught sight of "SLIME!"

Peter and Egon could hear him but still couldn't believe their ears. Egon asked in disbelief, "What?"

"It's a river of slime!" Ray still couldn't believe it himself. Was he actually seeing this? He was suspended a few hundred feet over a flowing river of pink slime. It was one of the most beautiful sights he had ever seen. He thought of Sam and wished she had been there to see their discovery. She would be so excited when she heard!

Once he got over the initial shock, he started looking all around him and reporting what he saw up to Peter and Egon. "There's gotta be 25,000 gallons of it! It's flowing through here like a river!" Ray looked around to try and figure out where he really was, then he caught view of a tile sign on the wall. "Van Horne..." looking to the left side Ray saw another tile sign, he looked back and forth and shouted, "Pneumatic transit. I can't believe it! It's the old pneumatic transit system! It's still here!"

Ray had been so distracted, he didn't realize how close they had lowered him down to the slime. "Okay! Whoa! Whoa! That's good! That's good! Hold me up! Hold me up! That's good!" They stopped him, and although he was still a bit too close for comfort, he wanted to make sure he got a good sample.

He got the trap out and expanded it so that it would reach the slime. "All right," he drew out the word like it had been spoken by a pirate, and added, "let's see if I can get a sample." Although he knew he wasn't leaving without one. He dipped it easily into the slime and the sample was a piece of cake to get. 'Well, that was almost too easy!' Ray thought with a happy satisfied laugh.

He drew in the sample and waited, but no one started lifting him up. Moving around his body so that the line would wiggle to get their attention he said, "Uh, okay, boys? Boys? Pull me up now, alright." Ray looked down and didn't like what he saw. The slime was no longer flat but it looked like waves were starting to pop up around him. The major problem was they were starting to look less like waves and more like tentacles every moment. Grabbing the microphone attached to his helmet he tried to say in a calm voice, "There's some kind of activity going on with this stuff." When the tentacles started to reach out and grab his shoe, all calm shattered and Ray yelled at the top of his lungs, so that the microphone wasn't needed for Egon and Peter to hear him. "Boys! Hey, help! Take me up!"

They started to lift him up quickly but Ray still kept shouting. "Boys! Hey, what's going on up there? Come on! Get me out of this hole!" Ray was so busy flaying about that he paid no attention to what his arms and legs were hitting. "Aggh!" He felt a pipe under his foot and tried to use it to push himself up faster, however it turned out to be an extremely bad idea. A moment later, Ray felt the pipe break and he could see sparks coming out everywhere below him as the broken off piece of pipe fell downward.

He knew there had been a good chance there would be some bad repercussions for what they had been doing, but Ray didn't think it was going to be jail. Arrested again; Ray wondered how big a file he would have before they were done being ghostbusters. The only good aspect of everything was that once again they were the ghostbusters! That slime proved it! He was more excited than he should have been. However Egon looked just as pleased, so that made Ray feel slightly less guilty.

When they arrived at the station the police unceremoniously threw them in a cell. After the initial excitement wore off, Ray realized the predicament they had really gotten themselves into. The slime had been confiscated, along with their proton packs and just about everything that hadn't been attached to their bodies. Whatever judge got them, it wasn't going to be a pretty sight.

Soon Peter began to yell about having his phone call but it was Ray they gave it too. Maybe it was the fact that he shoved Peter out of the way as soon as the police arrived to open the cell. He needed to call Sam and let her know what had happened. Maybe even ask her to watch the shop the next day. 'At the rate I'm going, soon I'll be her indentured servant.' Ray thought with a sigh. Then an even more depressing thought came to mind, he had no idea what Sam's number was! He could only hope to god that she was still at his shop. 'Yeah, four hours after its been closed...' Ray dialed and prayed.

The phone was picked up on the second ring. The voice coming from the other end was groggy and disoriented sounding. Ray felt a rush of gratitude for it. "Sam, are you okay?" It took a moment but as soon as Sam heard his voice, she was wide awake. "Ray! What happened? Everything went dark! Still is dark or is the breaker blown?...are you guys alright? Where are you?" It all came out in a sting of words and half slurs. Her brain was trying to catch up with her body.

"Well...um, we got arrested." He was expecting her to yell in disbelief or anger but for the second time that day her reaction surprised him. Instead she calmly asked, "What's the bail for you three? I'm coming to get you." Ray was at a loss as to what to say. He made a few squeaking noises before Sam interrupted. "Oh, stop," she said with a laugh, "you knew as well as I did, that this wasn't going to end well. I hope at least you got what you were looking for."

Before Ray could launch into details of their discovery the cop, who had been standing next to him, knocked on the side of the phone and said, "Time's up!" With reluctance Ray and Sam said their good-bye's and Ray walked back to the cell.

When he was back in, Egon and Pete attacked him with questions.

"What did Winston say?"

"When is he coming to pick us up?"

"Can he make bail?"

For good measure Peter repeated, "When is he coming to pick us up?"

Ray slowly shook his head and told them the truth. "In all honesty, I didn't even think of calling Winston." Ray didn't have a chance to explain further before Egon and Peter attacked him. In between the hitting and yelling, Ray was able to shout to them that Sam was, "Coming to bail us out!"

Egon just looked at him with disbelief etched all over his face. Peter did what he does best and made a smart comment, "That was my love potion aerosol!" Ray ignored him, but what he said did ring true to him. 'Why is she doing all of this?'

They waited for what seemed like an eternity but really it was only a few hours. When a cop approached them and gruffly announced, "You three made bond. Come with me.' It was like it was coming from the lips of an angel.

Ray struggled with what he was going to tell Sam. Was there anything he could tell Sam? But all thoughts, excuses and the like were thrown out of his mind when he finally saw her standing in the middle of the lobby.

Sam was disheveled looking to say the least. Her hair, which was waist long, looked like it was going in every different direction possible. Her coat was buttoned incorrectly and her eyes looked half glazed over. When she saw them her eyes lit up and she yelled, "Ray! Egon! Peter!" and waved.

Leaving the other two behind, Ray ran to her and gave Sam a huge hug. This wasn't something he would normally do, but being exhausted, arrested and stressed, he just did what his body wanted to do without complaint. He felt her return his grip instantly and for some reason that made him feel even better.

Ray felt a tap on his shoulder and a cough, which made him loosen his grip on Sam. Peter said, "I was scared too." And he held his arms open for a hug. Sam just laughed and gave Peter a hug and then she turned to Egon and gave him a hug too. Egon turned slightly red and looked pleasantly baffled. After Sam was done hugging them all she said, "Let's get out of here!" And that's exactly what they did.

Well? What does everyone think? Personally I'm having way too much fun writing this. Although it is tough to want to stay in character but I'm trying my best! Please let me know.