I am, literally, on a roll.

Yes. Literally.

I was so excited to get up here and type another chapter that I fell up the stairs and proceeded to roll down them again.

I know it doesn't sound fun, but I feel fine.

This is just another added chapter, mainly while Peter is at Dana's or whatever.

It was now a Thursday. For two days they hadn't heard anything from Mr. Walter Peck, and Linda was partially glad. She didn't enjoy how uncomfortable he had made her feel when he had first arrived. It was unexpected and Linda just didn't enjoy his company in the first place.

Peter had seemed to forget though, and both he and Linda endured an explanation about the large size of a Twinkie if it represented the amount of psychokinetic energy in the New York area. Linda had to have an extensive explanation because she didn't know what any of that stuff meant.

Now that she understood she didn't feel too worried. She knew that the group of men could handle it. Like any other citizen in New York she believed that they were like paranormal superstars. They could "do anything".

She expected them to at least. She understood that she had her own boundaries with the group because she hadn't been working there for too long, and she knew she had to respect them. And respecting them included believing that they could do anything.

Right? Linda would question in her mind.

What she didn't expect though, was Peter leaving work early that evening. She was meant to stay late that night to go over all of the funding and bills from customers that she had been procrastinating about.

Her only excuse was that she was too encompassed in Egon's research. Which she was. He would walk around with his PKE meter and his calculator and he would do many tests on things that Linda didn't understand why he would do those tests. He would mumble to himself and Linda would just snicker.

The others were just as amusing, like Winston and how he was always being made fun of for being the new guy and not being able to be called Dr. Zeddmore. And Peter was always the one making the fun, so the others couldn't really do anything. And Ray was made fun because of his enthusiasm.

"The Heart of the Ghostbusters", Peter would always call him

Which didn't make sense to Linda, why would anyone make fun of him for that.

But Peter had left early, right before Janine and Winston left. That just left Linda, Ray and Egon there by themselves. Linda wanted to stay and do all of the paperwork, Ray and Egon stayed because they had taken permanent bunk there.

Linda was sitting in a new desk that Winston had built, just a small desk about the size of a one-person school desk. She was looking at papers when Peter walked out from the bathroom in a nice suit.

She looked up at him and squinted, "Well don't you look fancy."

He looked down at his clothing and stared at her blankly, posing a few times.

"I do have very good tastes. Ladies can't keep themselves off of me." He said, Linda just smirking and shaking her head.

"And is there a specific lady that you have in mind?" she teased, raising a brow.

"…why, do you want to go?" he asked, raising his brow as well.

She just stared at him.

"…WELL IT'S TOO LATE. I already have a date! A-one, miss Dana Barrett! Our lovely, first client." He said loudly, turning away from her dramatically. Linda's eyes widened.

"You're taking—DANA?" she asked. He turned to her and raised his brow yet again.

"And that is so surprising because….?"

"Well—because it's Dana!" she laughed.

"Oh that's riiiight. I remember that you told me that you knew her. What a small world." He laughed and he turned to leave.

Linda just rubbed her head and looked around awkwardly. Peter had called up the stairs to say good-bye and then he left abruptly. It was now quiet, besides Janine's typing.

Soon, though, Janine left. Followed by Winston who came in and gave Linda a formal good-bye before catching a taxi for home. Linda was alone downstairs after that. At one point Egon did come downstairs to get something from Janine's desk, and then he called up to Ray, exclaiming that he was going downstairs with the containment center to do more tests. But silence was achieved yet again after Egon's footsteps faded.

To pass the time, Linda actually finished some work. She got most of the pile done, besides some things she needed to ask Peter about, which was only stuff about how he didn't always have set prices for certain things. She hoped she could at least advise him to do so, and maybe the paper-work would decrease and funding/money would increase.

But after she had finished she had become bored. And she certainly wasn't going home that early to sit with her depressed brother and her nagging parents. The past two nights that she had come home they had always asked about Ray. Things like:

"Why are you sleeping with him?"

"You should report that sexual maniac."

"When did you decide to actually get a love life?"

And the killer was actually from Tony who asked,

"How is it now that you're finally getting some?"

Linda just decided that she would wait for them to fall asleep until she would actually decide to find her way to the top floor of the hotel. She wouldn't even look at them when she saw them in the morning. They were trying to do the same thing.

Speaking of Ray… Linda thought, and she pushed herself out of her chair, eyeing the stairs. She walked around Janine's desk and up to the stairs, which she climbed steadily. She kept turning her head to see if she could see up them better.

She arrived at the top and she took her time to look around the large room. In the middle of the room was a small table that was meant for 3 or 4 people to eat at, but only one person was. It was Ray. Linda could tell by his hair. And by the fact that Egon was still downstairs.

She took quiet steps to see exactly what he was doing, to Linda he seemed very focused on it.

Craning her neck, he saw that he was just reading a history book while eating cheap Thai food. She suddenly realized that she was starving and they were practically hiding the food from her.

"Hey!" she laughed and Ray almost jumped out of his seat. He looked over his shoulder just as Linda was reaching over it to grab his small box of food.

"So this is what you've been doing for 2 hours! You've been keeping food from me!" she said in mock astonishment as she grabbed an extra fork and sat down besides him.

"Oh—I—I didn't know you were still here! Otherwise we would've saved you some!" he chuckled quietly, closing the book and pointing at the empty boxes of food.

She shrugged, "that's okay. You can make it up to me by letting me eat the rest of this."

Ray just shrugged as well and pointed at the box, "go ahead!"

Linda smirked and licked her lips after taking in a fork full of food. She chowed down on the small amount left and stared at Ray's book. He had just decided to sit there, staring around aimlessly. She raised her brow at him.

"You know, you don't have to quit reading just because I decided to come in and steal your food." She giggled as she decided to use the table as her leg rest. He just leaned back in his chair and motioned towards the book.

"Oh I know. It just ended up being not as interesting as I thought it would be." He smirked, running his hands up and down his pants as he relaxed.

She just nodded, understanding how he felt about things like that. She finished up the food in silence and looked around the room as well, like she was mimicking Ray's previous movements.

"So, why is Peter on a date with Dana? I mean I understand if he likes her, but it just seems so sudden." She asked and Ray shrugged.

"I don't exactly know. Pete's apparently been doing research on this Zuul character that you both heard about and he told us that he had gone to tell her about it. Now it's ended up as a date." He explained, thinking that that was basically what it was.

Linda just laughed, shaking her head, "wait, so Dana has been curious about her ghost? My gosh, that woman is so hard to read."

Ray smiled, "You're saying it like that's uncommon. We haven't met anyone that hasn't believed in ghosts yet."

"Well then you met another side of Dana that even I didn't know about. I've only mentioned the ghost once since it happened and she got annoyed with me. Apparently she likes talking to Peter more then me about these things." She snorted and Ray leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table.

"Don't take it too bad. She probably means well. And she probably only talks to Peter about it because, well, he's a professional!" he shrugged with a smirk and Linda's mouth dropped open.

"Dr. Raymond Stantz. Are you saying that I am not a professional?" she teased.

Ray just shook his head, "well, not at Parapsychology." He smirked.

She narrowed her eyes, watching him carefully as she leaned on her palm.

"Says you. As far as you know I could be a professional at everything. And I'm secretly one upping you, right now." She said sarcastically and Ray laughed.

"That is theoretically impossible. But I must say, you are good at multiple things, that I don't doubt." He said, wagging his finger at her.

She grinned and looked down at the table, "Why thank you." She said quietly.

He looked at her oddly and smiled, "You're welcome."

Her eyes trailed up his legs and then up his body to his face, getting a good look at his brown-ish/hazel eyes. She blinked a few times before traveling down to his elbows where she saw the History book again.

"…So what were you reading about?" she asked, turning her head to get a better look at the name of the book. It just said Ancient History.

Lifting his elbows, he looked down at the book and picked it up carefully to open it. He searched the pages slowly, "I was just examining things about ancient kings and queens. Studying whether or not how you die effects whether or not you'll be able to haunt someone when you're in the afterlife." He muttered.

Linda nodded.

"I think it depends on the person. What if they're able to choose what they do in the afterlife?"

Ray squinted at her, "…who is the professional here?" he asked sarcastically and Linda laughed. "You are." She muttered.

"Exactly. So I'm supposed to the ask those questions. But I won't do that until later, once Spengler comes back from checking the containment unit." He grinned, looking at her teasingly.

Linda stared at the page he had opened to. Page 356, King Tut of Egypt. She lifted up her hand and pointed down at Tut's name.

"You know, if I actually become an archeologist…I could be studying his tomb by this time next year." She said matter-of-factly.

Ray raised his brows, "Is that so?"

"Mmhm." She nodded. Ray grinned and looked down at the book longingly.

"Who knows what type of paranormal activity could be remaining down there. King Tut could still be lounging around all of his riches at this moment." He mumbled, staring at the pictures of all of the Gold and the pyramids. Linda watched him, her stomach feeling light at the thought of Ray finding ghosts in ancient tombs.

It was odd for her to feel like that about something so simple or stupid, but it made Linda happy to see that he was doing what he wanted to do. Finding something down in the tomb would make his life, literally, complete.

"Does that mean that….IF I become an archeologist…you would like to go and search that place? Bring your PKE meter and everything? Egon might like to go too." She shrugged and Ray looked up at her, his face brightening and his teeth bearing in a full grin. He seemed so enthusiastic now.

"Really? Do you realize how much that would mean to our research? We could practically uncover things that scientists have only dreamed of discovering! Coming in contact with something that fantastical would blow the socks off of some of the simplest of dare-devils! The answers we could get from that research—well what I'm trying to say is that, that would be AMAZING!" he laughed, almost jumping up and down in his chair.

"I take that as a "YES"?" she asked, trying not to laugh as his eyes darted from her to the book.

He nodded violently, reaching forward and taking her hands and staring into her light blue eyes.

"Yes! It is absolutely, unquestionably a—" he began, but the look in her eyes stopped him.

She stared at him curiously, her eyes light and surprised, but they also had happiness too. She was excited by his excitement. And Ray was again noticing, like he did long before, that she had extremely blue eyes. Filled with knowledge and complete calmness and tranquility. And yet she was so feisty around Peter and the others.

Now she seemed serene again, like she always seemed when she looked at him.

She looked at him expectantly, like she was waiting for him to finish his sentence.

"—Yes." He finally finished, saying it quietly as he tried to keep his cheeks from flushing pink.

They heard footsteps but neither of them moved until Egon was standing at the top of the stairs, and had decided to say something.

"Ray." He said firmly.

"Yes….yes—Yes?" he said slowly before snapping out of it and looking back at Egon who was staring at the two of them.

"I need your help with one of the PKE meters, it's busted." He muttered, hooking his thumb over his shoulder. Ray only nodded and he stood.

"Of course. Er—thanks for talking with me Linda." He muttered, waving to her. She lifted her hand slowly and waved it at him too, smiling sweetly. Ray spun on his heels and followed Egon down the stairs quickly.

Once they were down in the basement, Ray grabbed Egon's shoulder.

"Egie! Do you know what she did?" he asked, pointing upstairs like they could see Linda through the ceiling.

Egon looked up at the ceiling, "…her work?" he asked.

"No! She said that if she becomes an archeologist, she'll take us to Egypt to inspect King Tut's tomb! Wouldn't that be GREAT?" he asked excitedly and Egon just watched as he flung his arms around during his explanation.

"Yes, I wondered why you were so flinchy. And why you were holding her hands."

"Well—Egie I was thanking her! I mean, that's a spectacular opportunity!" Ray pointed out, wagging his finger at Egon who just stared at it blankly.

They were quiet.

"Raymond I hope you're not mixing business with pleasure here."

Ray blinked at him.

"What?" he laughed.

"Linda is only funding us. Don't get too attached. I hate to say that and sound like I don't care, but you're getting way too personal with a working partner."

"But…you, me and Venkman are all friends…and we work together."

"There's a difference between loving a friend, and love in general."

"L—Love? What does that have to do with this? My love is for this! Our job!"

Egon just blinked at him and looked away, he reached for the broken PKE meter on the table and handed it to him.

"Fix it. And after that, we got another call about some ghosts across the county. I already called Winston to go with you. I have to stay here and work. And I doubt Peter would enjoy being called while on one of his dates." He muttered before leaving to do another test.