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I do not own the Ghostbusters.

Kitty wished she would have just stayed in the apartment. Walking around with Louis close beside, occasionally tripping over his own feet, wasn't the way she thought she'd spend her day. Despite the awkward company, she deemed it better than staring at the ceiling of the apartment. And Louis wasn't bad company; he was actually able to hold full conversations with Kitty. Granted, most of the conversations were one sided. She didn't mind them at all, usually not one to talk much in the first place.

Kitty took a deep breath, her lungs filling with the sweet smell of autumn. The fallen leaves, the flowers releasing the last fragrance before going dormant for the winter; it calmed her. Central Park, as she read once, was created to keep New Yorkers 'down to earth', literally planting this large garden in the middle of the hustle and bustle of the city. It did just that. On 5th Avenue, you can watch pompous princesses spending all daddy's cash, but walk down the street and you can sun bathe by the many man-made ponds as people walk their dogs, or ride a bike.

Louis had a look of terror in his eyes as he exclaimed "I forgot my allergy medicine." He patted down his pockets, feeling for the blister pack that held his allergy relief, finding nothing. Kitty spun around on her heel; doing a one eighty before walking back to the apartment. As he had done going to the park, Louis kept to her side, telling her things she wouldn't wanted to know in a thousand years. Most of what Louis told her probably shouldn't be uttered under any circumstances. He told her about his clients and their financial situation, then he talked about the time he had an ingrown hair that had grown out the other side. Kitty held back this morning's breakfast, as she prayed that they were getting closer to the apartments. Kitty nodded along with Louis, biting the inside of her cheek as they finally made their way back to the apartment building. The night guard gave them both a slight wave and hint of a smile as they walked passed the glass double doors.

"So it's not his fault, you see." Louis continued his story as the both entered the elevator. Kitty's index finger bent as she pushed the button for floor number 20. The doors clamped closed, the sound of steel of steel echoed through-out the cabin of the elevator. "He didn't know he was getting name brand - but I warned him about it and he saved twenty-eight cents."

"Great." Kitty moaned, watching their reflection in the polished steel. Even her expression looked bored, her head tilted to the side, her eyes almost glossed over. She had forgotten she was wearing just a t-shirt and sweatpants, cringing as she remembered walking by 5th Avenue. The ladies there all wearing fashion forward clothes, while seemingly ignoring the girl in sweatpants and a "Frankie Says Relax" t-shirt.

Louis kicked the metal grate floors, his leather penny loafers scrapping on the metal before looking at Kitty and the unimpressed look plastered on her face. "Am I bugging you?"
"What?" Kitty's eyebrows creased.
Louis sighed. "I know I'm not the most well liked guy in the building." Kitty shrugged her shoulders.
"And I know I'm not the best looking guy." Louis sighed, before biting his lip. "And I know I can be annoying.—"
"Louis!" Kitty all but shouted, pulling Louis' wandering mind from his mad rambles. Kitty closed her eyes and sighed, momentarily asking herself if this was in fact a good idea.

"You aren't well liked." She started, slowly watching as Louis' demeanor changed from bad to worse. She had to talk fast. "But! You are a very nice, sweet guy, and one of the nicest neighbors we have."
Louis beamed.
"Come to think of it, you're the only neighbor that has introduced yourself. Everyone else seems to ignore us, but you don't. You make sure that we know we're welcomed here, wither we like it or not."
"You're just saying that."
"No I'm not!" Kitty defended. "Ask Angie when she gets home - Angie never lies." Kitty watched as the grim look on Louis' face seemed to melt away, exposing the bright, cheery, and almost sick-ingly optimistic smile on his face. Kitty couldn't help but smile back at him, enjoying the quiet time between the two of them.

The polished metal opened to the hallway that they shared; the white art-deco wallpaper greeting them as they both walked off the lift, and for the first time since Kitty started to walk with him, silence. Louis stuffed his hands into his pockets as he walked along side Kitty. "So," Louis started, killing the silence that Kitty so desperately longed for. "Do you think you and your sister would like to come to my party tomorrow?" Biting her bottom lip, Kitty was about to tell him that they would love to come to his party, a complete and total lie; but she was cut off by the two grown adults making out in the hallway.

Ray and Angie stood beside door 22B, caught in an embrace. Ray had pinned Angie against the doorframe of the apartment, holding her in place as Angie circled her arms around his neck, pulling him deeper into the kiss. Kitty bit her inner cheek, stopping herself from cracking up laughing right there.

Instead she did the 'adult' thing and cleared her throat loudly. "Ah-hem!" Kitty exclaimed, grabbing at the base of her throat as the two jumped apart from each other like teenagers caught in the act. Both Angie and Ray looked over at Kitty, a deer caught in the head lights came to mind as Kitty walked down the hallway to her door.

"Hey Ray." Kitty said, sauntering over to the apartment door as if she hadn't interrupted anything. Angie could feel her face heat up as she buried her face into Ray's button up shirt. He just stood there, a hint of a smile crept across his face as he nodded to Kitty.
"Kitty."
"How is work doing?" Kitty asked, digging into her back pocket for her keys. The jagged piece of metal ran across her finger before she pulled out her tiny keychain.
"Work is fine." Ray said.
"It seems that way if you have enough time to make out with my sister." Kitty said, nonchalantly as she plunged the key into the lock. As if she was having a twin moment, she felt Angie's face get redder and redder. A smirk appeared on Kitty's face; she took a sick pleasure in this, something only a sister can do. With a twist of the wrist the door to the apartment was open, swinging back to hit the back wall once more. Kitty spun on her heel to face Ray, who had wrapped his arm around Angie's shoulder as she buried her red face deeper into his collar. "Ray," Kitty started as Ray stood up straight. Sighing deeply, Kitty went for the kill. "Don't get my sister pregnant."

Quickly, Kitty closed the door behind her, fearing the wrath of the royally pissed off and embarrassed Angie, who no doubly was going to bust through that door and kill her; which puzzled her even more as to why she hadn't busted through the door yet.

Angie felt her face get redder and redder with time. Just Kitty walking in on them both was embarrassing enough, though she wasn't expecting complete privacy in the middle of the hallway. Angie just wanted Kitty to go away as she rested her head in the crook of Ray's neck. Kitty was always thick when it came to awkward moments. Maybe it wasn't that she was thick, Angie thought, maybe it was that she just liked getting Angie riled up. Which of course explained it when Kitty said, "Ray, don't get my sister pregnant."

Angie turned to swipe at the younger of the two, but was only met with a slammed door to the face as Kitty had disappeared in the apartment. Her face now redder than it had ever been, she turned back to face Ray, meeting his endearing smile. Damn that smile, it was contagious. She was convinced, since every time he smiled at her, she couldn't help but smile back, usually in some giggling fit. He had that effect on her, an effect which no other man had had on her before.

"Well," Louis started, pulling his pockets from deep within his pockets. "I think I'd better take a shower. Bye Kitty!" He shouted at the closed door. He turned to Angie and gave a small wave. "Bye Angie. Bye strange man." He mumbled, slamming his frail body against the wooden door as it got 'unstuck' and popped open. Louis skirted into the apartment and closed the door, muttering something about vitamins.

Biting her bottom lip, she looked back up at Ray, who still smiled back at her. "I'm sorry about that." She apologized, referring to the younger of the two. "Sometimes I think I liked her better when she was possessed."
Ray laughed. "Now you don't mean that."
"Oh but sometimes I do." Angie said coyly, wrapping her arms back around her neck. As if muscle memory, Ray's arms snaked their way back around her waist, pulling her close to him again. "I like to think I'd get away with a lot more."
"Like what?" Ray asked, the words nothing more than a whisper on his lips.
"Well, for instance…" Angie trailed off as she stood on her tip toes, her lips crashing into his.

Sparks, fireworks, boom! The moment was more explosive than the fourth of July. Slowly, she felt the wood paneling on her back as Ray moved closer, pinning her to the back wall. She released her arms from around his neck, exploring as her hand moved down the side, passing his collar bone and finally resting on his chest. She could faintly make out the beat of his heart, which seemed to be beating faster than a normal human. A humming bird, maybe, but not a human.

Holding the small of her back with one hand, Ray's fingertips traced down her skirt, lightly caressing the skin below the fabric as he moved down her thigh. Her breath hitched, moaning lightly against his lips. She could feel him smile, silently enjoying each breath and every moan. Using the leverage at her disposal, she pushed on his chest, pulling him from the kiss. He looked down at her, a mixed look of worry and confusion set on his features. "Too fast…" Angie breathed, her chest rising and lowering with each deep breath.

Mashing his lips together, Ray nodded, understanding - though he didn't want to.

She took a few more deep breaths as Ray leaned his forehead on hers. To be honest, she didn't want to stop. It killed her not to touch him, or have him touch her. He could make her head spin with a glance, give her skin goose bumps with a single touch, and could make her smile uncontrollably on a whim. While she didn't want him to stop, she knew he had too. It was going too fast, but a part of her didn't care - However, that wasn't the part that was in control right now.

"I want to see you again. Tomorrow." Ray breathed, closing his eyes and he rested against her. A flash of a smile crawled across her lips. "I work tomorrow."
"So do I." Ray sighed as he remembered the deal he made with Peter. "Venkman is going out tomorrow, so I'm covering his shift."

Light. Bulb.

"What if you were to come over to firehouse?" Ray suggested, opening his eyes to the pair of brown ones below him. "After work, I mean. A lot has changed since you guys were there last, and I could give you a proper tour."
Angie smiled, "I'd love that. But what if a call comes in?"
"Doubtful, we aren't that busy on Thursdays." Ray breathed, running his arms back down around Angie's waist. She smiled at the warmth around her waist, wrapping her own arms around Ray's neck. Moaning lightly, she leaned up against him. "Okay." She said, sending his endearing smile her way once more. "I'll see if I can't get off work."

"Perfect." Ray smiled, leaning down to kiss her lips once more. This time feather light, perfect little teasing kisses landed on her lips. He was getting good at teasing her, she noted. If it was one thing Angie didn't like, it was to be teased. She liked to tease, not to be teased.

Sighing deeply, meanwhile letting a light groan escape, Angie unwrapped her arms from around his neck. She turned to the door as she twisted the doorknob, the door instinctively opening. Ray let go of her waist and with a reluctant sigh backed away from the doorway.
"Goodnight Miss Reed."
Angie smiled wide, spinning around in the doorway to face him as she held the door open. Ray matched her wide smile as she whispered to him, as if it were some sort of secret. "Goodnight Dr. Stantz."

Biting her bottom lip, she slowly closed the door, blocking out his view of her so that she could go full 'girl' as Angie said. Going 'girl' is acting like a stereotypical girl would, how the heroine in all of those romantic-comedies do after the perfect date: Lean against the back of the door and sigh heavily, imagining the next time that they'd be together, possibly walking in slow motion through a flower patch.

Sadly, Angie shortly realized she was doing all of these things. Leaning against the back of the door with a big ass grin on her face, she has released her third sigh of the afternoon and thought about the next time they would meet again, in the firehouse, not a field of flowers. But it was in slow motion.

Out of the corner of the room, Kitty spun around on the bar stool, recreating her favorite Bond villains entry. Holding a small teddy bear in place of a cat, she stroked the back of the fuzzy bear, feeling its faux-fur beneath her fingertips.
"Spill."

Okay, big update.
First, I wanted to update you that my great aunt had passed away Tuesday morning. We had the funeral Thursday.
Second, I had updated both chapters seven and eight. I re-read those chapters and was severely disappointed. They sucked. I'm sorry I put you through that. Please forgive me.
Third and final, as this week from hell is over I should be updating more often. Yay.
As always I hope you enjoyed it!
Pure.

Thelma Harris
1913 - 2012