Jennifer

The equipment was brought into the Oval Office. As usual, my intuition had pointed me in the right direction; it was right to bring the Ectomobile and the stuff inside. As I'd gotten older, my psychic abilities weren't quite as prevalent as they were back in the old days, but occasionally, I'd get a feeling I just knew I had to follow...

I picked up my old pack. As it had been fifteen years ago, it was still incredibly heavy. "We are really getting too old for this," I groaned.

"Yeah, that's what I said," Winston pulled on his own pack. "Now let's go fight us a Founding Father."

"It's funny," I remarked. "First time back in the pack, and we're fighting a celebrity spirit. How many people say they busted George Washington?"

"How many people can say they've busted a ghost period?" Winston pointed out.

I laughed. "Touché! Now let's kick it!"

We stood in the middle of the room, ready to shoot at whatever popped out at us. "Anytime now..." I whispered.

I had to admit, I was a little giddy. I had thought that I had just missed my friends. But now I realized that I had missed Ghostbusting too. Busting made me feel good.

It was silent. Then suddenly...

"Eiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!" George flew out of the wall swinging his ax over his head. He zoomed right at me, screeching.

"Hey, George! Take those wooden teeth of yours and chew on this!" I yelled as I fired. The familiar orange beam shot out and latched itself onto the Specter-in-Chief.

"Great job, Jennifer! I'll get the trap!" Winston yelled. I nodded. Winston hurried over to pick up the trap when all of a sudden, another ghost popped out of the wall. This one was tall and lean, and had a beard and a tall top hat. "Four score and seven years ago..." it wailed.

"Abraham Lincoln!" I exclaimed. "What's next? Thomas Jefferson?"

Winston fired at Abe. "At least it's not William Taft! He'd never fit into the trap!"

I giggled in spite of the situation. Winston's stream attached itself to the ghost of Honest Abe.

I cheered. "You got him! Now get the-oh, crap!" I exclaimed, realizing both our hands were full. Neither of us could get the trap!

"What do we do now?" Winston yelled. "Should I throw this one back?"

"No, no!" I called. "We only brought one trap! If you do that, we'll have to trap them individually and that's not a good idea!" I thought fast. "Okay! I'm gonna try to get it with my foot!"

"What? Are you crazy?"

"I'm a Ghostbuster! Of course I'm crazy!" I replied.

I carefully inched toward the trap laying in the corner, dragging Georgie along with me. When I reached it, I carefully hooked my foot around the handle and projected it forward. It landed in approximately the middle of the Seal.

"Atta girl, Jennifer!" cheered Winston.

"Don't give me any accolades yet!" I replied. I pushed the pedal a little closer to the trap, so I could step on it and allow George to hover over the trap. "Alright, on my mark! One..."

Winston swung Abe over the trap. "Two..."

"You will regret this!" the ghosts howled.

"Not a chance, you hackneyed politicians! Three!" I stomped on the button. The trap swung open and the ex-Presidents disappeared.

"Hell yeah!" I cheered. "We still got it!"

Winston and I high-fived.

The door opened cautiously and Lenny poked his head in the room. "Are they gone?"

I nodded. "These ghosts are toast."

"So Mr. President," said Winston. "We filled our part of the deal. Now..."

Lenny nodded. "I'll send for Peck."

Wally Wick himself sauntered through the double doors. "Your Excellency," he simpered.

"Cut the crap, Pecker," I growled. "Where the hell are Egon and Ray?"

"Peck, why did you arrest the two men?" Lenny asked.

"The men in question have violated a restraining order administered by myself to stop investigation and elimination in the paranormal. I was forced to take them into custody," Peck answered.

"You had no right, Peck," I snapped. "Egon and Ray were just taking valences in Central Park. There was no Ghostbusting involved. You have to let them go!"

"I will not release Spengler or Stantz. They've broken a law and they must be punished forthwith," Peck said simply. He smirked at me.

"Look, Peck," said Winston. "You don't understand. There's an emergency on our hands. We need to stop it before it gets out of hand!"

"Don't patronize me! I'm not grotesquely stupid," Peck retorted.

"Coulda fooled me," I muttered.

Peck glared at me. "So long as I am in charge of the Central Intelligence Agency, your fellow Ghostbusters will not be released. And that's that."

Anger flared inside of me. Not my scientist! "Why you-" I lunged forward to throttle Peck, but Winston grabbed my arms. "I'll tear you to pieces!" I howled.

"Jennifer, calm down," whispered Winston.

I whirled around to face him. "I won't, Win! He locked away Egon!"

He hugged me. "I know. I know."

"So, Peck. As long as you're head of the CIA, their friends won't get out of prison, is that what you're saying?" Lenny affirmed.

"Correct," Peck nodded.

"Fine," said the President. "Then you're fired."

The room was deadly silent. The smug look on Peck's face dissolved. "What did you say, Sir?"

"You heard me. Guards," Lenny said to the SS men. "Get him out of here."

The guards stepped forward and grabbed Peck by the arms. "No! Wait! You can't do this to me! Not again!" cried Peck as he was dragged out the double doors.

Lenny turned to me and smiled. "You scratched my back, I scratch yours, right?"

A wide grin spread across my face. And I emphatically hugged the President of the United States.

Outside the White House, the SS soldiers marched out, accompanied by two dear friends. My heart lifted about ten feet.

"Egon!" I exclaimed. I ran to him and embraced him.

Egon cautiously wrapped his arms around me. I buried my face in his chest and breathed in his scent. "I was so scared," I whispered.

"I was too," he murmured back. "Are you alright?"

I looked into his gorgeous brown eyes and nodded. "I am now."

"So," Winston spoke up. I'd almost forgotten he and Ray were there. I let go of Egon awkwardly and turned to face all of them. "What do we do now?"

"We have to get back to New York and close the rip," Ray replied. "Right now."

"Need any help with that?" a wonderfully familiar voice said behind me.

I whirled around, hardly daring to believe my ears. My eyes confirmed the identity of the voice's person: "Peter!"

What, you really thought I'd do this story without Venkman? Then there'd be no one to trash! :P