Okay! Chapter 12 iz here! Oh and thank you PocketSevens for giving me your great idea for this chapter (wolfish grin).

And introducing (drumroll) WINSTON!

Disclaimer: I do not own Ghostbusters. I only own Makenna.

Enjoy!

Ray knew for certain that he went to bed in his full Ghostbuster uniform, with his boots still on and everything. He was too tired to take them off. The only thing that he did to his outfit was unzipped the zipper part-way down. So why was it that when he woke up, he was in a vacation-y shirt, black shirt underneath, and khaki pants?

Makenna probably changed my clothes in return for me doing the same, he thought, turning his head to look at Egon's bed. Egon's empty bed.

Egon's not in bed? He wondered. He looked down the row of beds to his right. Makenna's and Peter's were empty too. But they had collapsed into bed at the same time he did, clothes and all. So where were they now? It was still dark. Probably around two o'clock in the morning at the latest. They would be asleep at this time, he was sure of it. But they weren't, so where were they?

"Egon?" Ray called softly into the room, hoping to get a response. Nothing except a creaking from the hallway. He ignored it. "Pete?" he called again. Still nothing. This time though, he felt pressure around his abdomen and waist, like someone was straddling him. He looked up, and who he saw made his jaw practically hit the floor.

"M-M-Makenna?" he squeaked, astonished.

Makenna smiled slyly and placed a finger to his lips. Her forest green eyes glinted with something he couldn't recognize. He could feel hot liquid rush down in his nose, which he fought to stop, but to no avail. Crimson blood oozed quickly out of his nostrils, not from injury, but from something else. For Makenna looked as though she had gotten out of the shower. In fact, she had. Her hair was wet and more curly than usual. Her skin was glistening with water, which was trickling down in an alluring way. And she was clad only in a towel.

Realizing this, Ray could feel the blood almost abandon his nose to rush to his cheeks and a certain part of his anatomy, which was heating up quickly with each passing second. And what made thing more difficult was that his pants started to feel a little tight on him.

What the- he thought, wide-eyed. He slowly began to panic as he realized what was happening.

Oh no no no, he pleaded with himself. Please, anything but this!

Makenna appeared to have felt the change underneath her. She gasped silently, her eyes going wide. Ray's panic came in full around that time, but yet his pants continued to grow tighter as a bulge appeared. He saw Makenna's expression revert back to it's original slyness, mixed with a little bit of excitement, which made her look all the more sexy.

Ray began stuttering like an ashamed fool who wanted to get out of the situation he was in ASAP. He tried telling her that he had to go do something, but she wouldn't listen to him. He had to leave, he knew, but the funny thing was...he didn't want to. But he kept stuttering like an idiot until Makenna silenced him. By leaning down and placing her mouth over his own.

Ray felt his eyes go wide as her lips pressed to his lustily and to get him to shut up. His blush deepened, and he felt even more turned on. He could feel himself reach his full length, which was pressed up in between her legs. She had finally got him hard. He could feel her moan into his mouth as she deepened the kiss. To his horror and liking, his body moved on it's own accord, letting his tongue slip into her mouth to meet hers. What started out as a simple silencing kiss had turned into a major battle for dominance. As their tongues hotly fought, Makenna rocked her hips up and down, making him growl against her lips. She sighed seductively. She had no idea how damn good that felt. Suddenly, he could feel her hands grip his belt buckle with one hand, while the other pressed to the bulge. He hissed at the pleasant feeling as she undid his belt, casting it into a random corner where it clattered to the floor.

Makenna finally released his mouth as she began undoing the button and zipper of his pants. But she kissed his neck and down as she tried to remove his shirts. When she finally suceeded, she let one hand drag gently and seductively down his chest. This made him fight down a moan as she pulled his pants the rest of the way off and threw them to join his belt. Now he was only in his boxer shorts. Ray was hoping she would get it over with as soon as possible and relieve him of his last article of clothing. He was starting to really enjoy this dream. But alas, she didn't do what he wanted. Instead, she reached for the fold in her towel in slow motion. What she was doing was making his imagination run wild and crazy, blowing his mind. Trying to seduce him furthur, she pulled the towel off in a dramatic flourish.

Ray's eyes snapped open instantly as he flipped off of his bed and onto the floor. It knocked the wind out of him temporarily as he lay there on his side. Only two things he was aware of. One, he was back in his Ghostbuster uniform, and two, he was hard.

He sat up and looked at the other beds. Egon and Peter were where they should be, sleeping like rocks. Egon was pulling his legs out from under the covers in his sleep, while Peter was laying the wrong way with his feet on the pillow. Neither seemed disturbed by the loud THUD of him landing on the floor. Ray's eyes traveled to the final bed, where Makenna was sleeping, bunched up on her side, facing him. She was fully clothed in her Ghostbuster uniform, and she had a dreamy and sweet smile on her face. Ray breathed a sigh of slight relief.

It was only a dream, he exhaled. Good, that's-

He stopped in his tracks when he thought about the dream carefully.

Oh no! He panicked to himself. I had a dirty dream about Makenna! If she finds out, she'll kill me! Or worse, if Peter finds out, he'll kill me!

He groaned to himself as he hoisted himself back up onto the bed, where he sat for a few minutes, thinking. He looked at the clock, which read 4:51 AM. After a while, he looked down at the still-present bulge in his pants.

"I need to go take a cold shower," he grumbled in a whisper. He stood and grabbed some clean sweat pants and a t-shirt from his stuff. With some difficulty, he headed to the restroom to take his shower. When he emerged fifteen minutes later, he collapsed wearily into bed. He tried with all of his willpower to fall asleep again, but found that he couldn't.

"Damn it," he growled silently to himself, failing to get the images out of his head. He rubbed at his eyes and strained to forget the mental picture of Makenna taking the towel off.

I was so close, he thought. His eyes suddenly went wide, and he shook his head in frustration and shame.

Just his luck, there was a ringing from downstairs. The telephones never shut off in the firehouse, which was both a blessing and a curse. Right now it was a curse. Grumbling to himself, he meandered downstairs to answer it. The stairs creaked underneath his weight as he reached the first floor. He shivered when his bare feet touched cold concrete, but continued to the telephone on Janine's now vacant desk. When he reached it, he picked up the reciever and spoke in a weary voice.

"Ghostbusters," he said hoarsly.

"Ah, I'm sorry to call this early, but I have a problem." the person at the other end of the line said in a frightened tone. Ray got the address quickly from him and assured the man that they were coming ASAP. He hung up and without missing a beat, wearily slammed his palm down on the button that was getting a ton of use these days. The alarm blared loudly through the firehouse. Ray ran upstairs to get his uniform back on.

They had left at around 6:30 AM for their second busting today. But Ray, Peter, and Makenna didn't get back until around 7:40. Egon decided to stay behind and do some work with the machines. It took them a while to get down there, and then they had to deal with two ghosts terrorizing this guy's home. But even the job couldn't take Ray's mind away from his erotic dream.

What in the world had brought this on? He asked himself, as he took a drag from the cigarette in his mouth. What had happened that caused him to have impure dreams about the younger Venkman? What event had taken place?

The answer hit him like a sack of bricks. The incident at The Rose. That's what triggered it. The instant where they had almost kissed. It was the only explanation for his fantasy.

"Ray. are you okay?" Peter asked him.

Ray stiffened. Okay, he thought. No mentioning the dream. Don't even let it slip out.

"Not really. I gotta get some sleep, I'm dying." he replied honestly. He was a little proud of himself for delivering that sentence in a normal tone. He could do this, he knew he could do this.

"You don't look good." Peter commented through the cigarette dangling from his lips. Ray's eyes began to flit from Peter, to Makenna, to Janines desk that they were fast approaching. Uh oh, he's noticed something, he panicked.

"I don't?" was his calm answer, scrunching his eyebrows together for effect.

"No, you've looked better." Peter answered. "You didn't used to look like this."

"Can you hold, please?" Janine's monotone voice rang out as she picked up one of the ringing telephones. Ray, Peter, and Makenna sidled up next to her desk, looking tired and slime-coated. Peter handed the secretary a few envelopes, who in turn handed Ray tonight's worksheet.

"Oh, great." he groaned, doing a face-palm because he was so tired. "Two more free-repeaters."

"This is Winston Zeddemore. He's here about the job." Janine gestured to the chair in front of her desk, where a tall, African-American man sat. He stood up upon seeing them. Makenna smiled tiredly at him, looking him all over. She was glad that someone had responded to their help wanted ad. Now a few of them could stay behind and get some sleep. She was hoping the next time that she could be one of the ones to sleep. She wanted it, needed it badly. And this guy looked just the type to help them.

"Beautiful." Ray sighed with relief. "Your hired."

Winston looked very pleased as Ray went for introductions.

"Ray Stantz," he pointed at himself, then at Peter.

"Pete Venkman," and then he pointed at her. "His sister, Makenna. Would you come help me please."

As their new co-worker passed her, she extended her hand to him, which he paused to take. "Congratulations." she smiled cheerfully as he let go and walked up to Ray, holding out his hands for the traps.

"Welcome aboard," Ray joked, grinning as he set the two traps in Winston's hands.

Peter headed into his office for a minute before exiting again, pulling on his hideous orange jacket and heading for the front door to hail a taxi. Makenna knew instantly where her brother was going. He was going to present the information they had found on the 'Zuul' character to Dana Barrett. He was probably going to try to score a date, as well. Figures, she thought, rolling her eyes before she remembered something. Something that she'd noticed needed to be done. If it didn't they'd be stranded in the middle of the road.

"Ray," she called, causing said man to look up at her. He gave her a way-too-focused stare as she pocketed her black gloves in her back pocket and gestured with her eyes to the Ecto-1. "I'm gonna go fill up the old Ecto-1. She's running low on fuel."

"Good idea, Makenna." he said, smiling half-heartedly at her. His eyes, however, seemed to be staring off into space. This made her slightly concerned, but she slid into the driver seat and turned the key in the ignition. She drove out of the garage and down the street to the closest gas station.

The whole time she was filling up the fuel tank, she thought about Ray's strange behavior today. She paid no mind to the people around her, who were pointing and talking about the famous vehicle and one of the Ghostbusters, seeing as she was still in her jumpsuit. She kept her thoughts on how Ray was acting. He didn't look at her much, and when he did, it seemed forced. Almost like he was trying to keep his eyes trained on her face, not trusting himself to look anywhere else. She wondered if it had to do with what happened last night at The Rose. It was a likely possibility, but she had the sneaking suspicion that it was something else too.

Whatever the matter, Makenna wasn't going to pester him about it until he was ready. She finished up putting fuel in the Ecto-1's gas tank and set the nozzle back in it's compartment. She twisted the lid back onto the tank and shut the door. Sliding back into the car, she drove back towards the firehouse. When she got out, she deposited the keys in the map compartment where they always kept them. She stretched her arms up above her head as she walked past Janine's desk.

"Anything happen while I was out?" she asked the red-haired secretary. Janine raised her eyebrows, stuck out her lower lip, and shook out her head.

"Nothing of interest, anyway." she replied. Makenna raised an eyebrow, and Janine gestured with her eyes to the basement door. "Dr. Stantz is showing Mr. Zeddemore how to use the containment unit."

"Ah," Makenna nodded, going down the stairs into the room she dubbed "The Containment Room".

"-When the light is green, the trap is clean." Ray explained, patting the red box bolted to the wall, a.k.a the Containment Unit. "The ghost is incarcerated here in our custom-made storage facility."

Winston nodded absentmindedly as he was offered a cigarette. He stuck it into his mouth and lit it up, taking a drag.

"Good news." she exclaimed, earning their attention. Egon looked at her out of the corner of his eye, not turning away from one of the many boxes decorating the walls. "Ecto-1 has a full tank of gas. Now we don't have to worry about getting out and pushing."

"That's good." Ray agreed, smiling wryly at her. He stuck a cigarette in his mouth and took a big drag, breathing the smoke into the room.

It was silent for a while, except for the sound of Egon's pen scritch scritching on his clipboard, Ray and Winston taking drags and blowing out the cigarette smoke, and Makenna humming her lullaby. Finally, Egon broke the silence.

"I'm worried, Ray. It's getting crowded in there, and my recent data points to something big on the horizon." he walked over to his desk and unwrapped one of his favorite junk foods: a Twinkie. Makenna looked at it hungrily, and Egon, noticing her staring at it, tossed her another one. She unwrapped it and took a bite, licking her lips to get all the cream-filling.

"What do you mean 'big'?" Winston asked, curious. Makenna, her mouth full, nodded.

"Well, lets say this Twinkie," he held up the yellow cake sponge, using it as an example. "represents the normal amount of psychokenetic energy in the New York area. According to this morning's sample, it would be a Twinkie..." he trailed off, calculating the answer. "...thirty-five feet long and weighing approximately six hundred pounds."

Ray suddenly coughed, choking on his cigarette smoke at this sudden revelation. Makenna swallowed the last of her Twinkie with wide eyes. She looked over to make sure Ray was okay before blinking in astonishment.

"That's a big Twinkie." Winston stated, strangely calm with the information. His eyebrows were arched as he breathed out a small cloud of cigarette smoke. Egon smirked and took a bite of his Twinkie.

"We could be on the verge of a four-fold cross-rip." Ray's voice seemed to get louder and higher as terror set in. He looked from Egon, to Winston, to Makenna, and back to Egon again. "A PKE surge of incredible, even dangerous proportions."

Makenna thought about what had been said, not making real sense with any of it. It did give her a strange sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach, however.

Suddenly, the four heard someone thundering down the stairs and jump the last two. Peter had returned from reporting the information to Dana, and he looked thoroughly disgruntled.

She probably turned him down, Makenna thought, rolling his eyes. But he proved her wrong in an instant.

"We just got a visit from the Environmental Protection Agency." Peter grunted, walking to stand in front of the Containment Unit. Makenna grimaced a little bit. The EPA showing up at headquarters meant bad news, she knew. Hopefully Peter dealt with them in a civilized manner. Pfft, yeah right.

"Hows the grid holding up?" he asked, turning to look at them.

"It's not good." Egon said through a mouthfull of Twinkie.

"Tell him about the Twinkie." Winston said to Egon and Ray, gesturing to Peter with his cigarette.

"What about the Twinkie?" Peter asked.

Ahahahahaha I am so cruel to Ray, aren't I?

But you gotta admit that was one hell of a dream (perverted thoughts) X3

I had Break the Ice by Britney Spears and Hot Like Wow by Nadia Oh stuck in my head when I wrote the dream XD. They helped me "set the mood", so to speak.

Again, thanks to PocketSevens for the idea

Until next time, my lovely readers

~H.E.T.