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Juliet stepped out of the taxicab right in front of the old firehouse where it currently had a group of workmen taking down the old sign and putting up the new one. She paid the driver and looked up as the yellow car drove away. She smiled as she saw the new sign and walked inside the firehouse.

She walked up to Janine's desk as she heard Peter tell something to Louis.

"How are we doing on that bank loan?" he asked.

Louis cleared his throat. "Oh, I called the bank this morning...but they hung up on me."

"Try another bank." Venkman shrugged. "Do I have to do everything around here?"

"Actually you don't." Juliet spoke up and she smirked when Peter looked at her confused. "I already went to a bank and got us a loan. And I also have extra money coming in from my school on the days I go to work."

"I thought you quit?" Peter asked and she shook her head.

"Not entirely." she smiled. "I got a replacement for my class but I also did the Theatre department so I only work that which is only three days during the week."

"Huh." Peter looked a little impressed with how on top of things she was.

"Uh, Peter, are you sure about this?" Winston's voice called from up the stairs and Peter grinned.

"Oh, you're gonna love this." he said to Juliet as she raised an eyebrow.

"You got them on? Let me see." Peter called back. There was a silence for a few minutes and then the other three Ghostbusters walked sheepishly downstairs wearing the new uniforms Peter had commissioned.

Juliet tried not to burst into laughter when she got a look at them. Venkman stood next to her, a huge grin on his face. The uniforms were designed in a weirded-out, military style in Day-Glo colors, dripping with medals, and topped with ridiculous berets. Peter took note of the trio's embarrassed faces and tried to bluff his way through it.

"Incredible!" he said, the grin never leaving his face. "This is a very good look!"

Winston heaved a heavy sigh. "We look like the Bronxville High School Marching Band."

That was it for Juliet. She burst into laughter and practically fell onto the floor. "O-Oh my god! Y-You guys look ridiculous! You look like The Beatles from the Sgt pepper album!"

They glared at Peter but he only sidled up to them. "Will you just trust me on this? This is great. We get more attention and we get more customers and that means more money." he said, grinning like a Cheshire cat.

"Oh, you'll get attention alright." Juliet said through her laughter. "No one can miss those outfits."

Ray sighed. "Look, Venkman, we don't have time for this. If you actually did your part then you would know that we already have customers waiting - paying customers. You can wear pink diapers and go-go boots if you want. We're sticking with the old coveralls."

They marched back up the stairs but Peter trotted up behind them.

"Coveralls," he shouted. "Great! Very imaginative, Ray. They make us look like we should be walking around the airport sprinkling sawdust on puke!"

Ray stormed back down the stairs and glared at Peter, standing right in front of him. "We're wearing them. And that's final!"

Peter nodded rapidly, his hands up in surrender. He knew better than to push his luck when Ray was pissed off at him.


The newly named Ecto-1A stopped in front of the World Trade Center, near Manhattan's Wall Street. Juliet hopped out of the car and made a reach for her proton pack but Peter waved her off. He didn't think they'd need such heavy equipment.

Moments after they entered, they were ushered into the ornate office of Ed Petrosius, a short, super-successful, and tightly wound bond salesman.

Petrosius gaped at the five Ghostbusters when they marched into his office. He didn't look very pleased to see them and Juliet noticed the phone up next to his ear.

"What is this?" he hissed, a hand on the mouthpiece of the phone. "I'm trying to keep this quiet. Couldn't you put on a coat and tie? You look like janitors."

Peter and Juliet glanced at each other and they both nodded. Yep, they concluded, another rich, spoiled, a-hole.

Petrosius barked into the phone. "I'll call you back, Ned. Watch Southern Gulf. If it goes past eight, start buying. Later."

He slammed the phone down and turned his chair so he now faced the Ghostbusters.

"All right," he said impatiently. "How long is this going to take? And what's it going to cost me?"

Peter offered him a sincere insincere smile. "Well, it depends. Generally we change an arm and a leg."

Petrosius slammed a button on his desktop and the door to his office closed shut. He let out a sigh. "Look, I got a lot to do and I can't afford to waste a lot of time on this, so don't jerk me around."

Ray tried the reassuring tack. "Why don't you just tell us what the problem is?"

"Well…" Petrosius muttered. "Sometimes, every once in awhile, things just sort of - well, they just… they just kind of burst into flames." he looked up at them. "You know what I mean?"

Juliet nodded scientifically. "Sure. Things just kind of burst into flames."

"Yeah, you know," Petrosius continued. "Like, I'll be working or talking on the phone and the top of my desk will just catch on fire. You've heard of that, haven't you?"

Peter rubbed his chin. "Oh, yeah, happens all the time."

"You have a lot of paper around," Ray said. "It could be a simple spontaneous combustion."

"Or it may be pyrogenesis." Egon said as he furrowed his brows.

"Pyrowhatsis?" Petrosius looked extremely confused.

Egon pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose. "Pyrogenesis is the ability some people have to generate great amounts of heat."

The phone on his desk rang before Petrosius could comprehend what Egon told him.

"Damn," he muttered, yanking the phone up. "Yeah? What?"

Juliet leaned over to Ray. "You mean, Egon thinks he might be like that Carrie girl from the Stephen King novel?" she said in a low voice.

"Guess so." he shrugged. "No other explanation."

As the guy talked on the phone, or rather, screamed into it, he continued to get angrier and angrier. Egon lifted up his Giga meter and scanned Petrosius while he screamed into the phone.

"No, Bob," Petrosius said, boiling, "You eat it! You want to come over over here and make me? Anytime, you lying sack of-"

To the right of his desk, a wastepaper basket suddenly exploded into flames. The Ghostbusters exchanged started looks. Petrosius glanced at the smoking waste basket.

"Damn it!"

The contract he had been waving in his hand now began to smolder and smoke. He dropped it onto the desktop which also began burning, bursting into spirals of orange and yellow. Tongues of flame shot from the in and out boxes on his desk. And the desk calendar. And the blotter.

Peter watched with slight amusement as more and more of Petrosius's work area be covered in flames. "Whew! Somebody get the burgers and hot dogs. This guy is incredible."

He reached over the desk and grabbed a pitcher of water, tossing it into Petrosius's face. Winston ran to the corner and yanked the inverted plastic bottle from the watercooler. He rushed back to the desk and doused the fire in the waste basket.

Petrosius watched the water drip from his face and down onto his clothing. He glared at Peter. "This is a twelve-hundred-dollar suit!" he bellowed.

This time the curtains behind him burst into flames.

"Ok, this is getting out of hand." Juliet muttered and bravely walked up to Petrosius. "I hate to do this, sir," she said. "But you are a public fire hazard."

Juliet cocked her left arm back and threw a punch that caught Petrosius square on the jaw. The businessman pitched back into his swivel chair and his chin dropped to his chest.

"Out cold." Winston noted, giving Juliet a very impressed look.

"Good policy, Barlow." Peter said, staring at the unconscious man. "From now on let's beat up all our customers."

Juliet smirked at Peter and open and closed her hand. Ray gaped at her and she smiled.

"I didn't know you could do that." he said and she leaned up, kissing his cheek.

"Never really had a reason to show you." she told him and he blushed.

As they carry Petrosius out of his chair, Egon walks over to the watercooler. He stuck his hand into the open top and found that the interior sides of the cooler were coated with psycho-reactive slime.

"Interesting." he said to himself. He glanced up when the sprinklers turned on.

They carried the unconscious man out of his office and into the reception area. Peter paused in front of Petrosius's shocked secretary. "I think Ed's going to be taking some time off."


Juliet sat at the shiny, black Yamaha piano, the lid was closed and her feet stepping steadily on the pedals under the piano. A soft melody came out of the large instrument and Juliet bit her bottom lip in concentration. She was in the music room of her school and she was allowed to use it whenever she wanted. She needed to work on music for the play that was going to happen in February. But here she was, playing a completely different song.

"G minor, Bb major, Eb major…" Juliet muttered under breath as she went over the chords for the what felt like the hundredth time but was probably only the fifth. She gave a sigh and continued to mutter the lyrics, the chords repeating in her head. "...open your eyes, look up to the sky and see."

She was so caught up in the song she was trying to play that she didn't hear the door to the music room open.

Ray walked into the room, looking around. Janine had told him Juliet would be here doing work and he smiled when he saw sitting at the black piano. He walked over to Juliet and glanced at the sheet music. The words Bohemian Rhapsody were in bold, black ink on the top.

"Um, I don't know what work you're doing but I don't it it has anything to do with Queen does it?" he asked her which made her jump.

She hit a wrong chord and spin around. "Shit, don't do that. You scared the hell out of me."

He smiles. "Sorry." Ray sits down next to her and grabs the sheet music. "Whatcha doing?"

"Well, I was practicing." Juliet snatched back the papers and put them back up on the music rack. "Why? Do you guys need some help?"

"No, we just finished up." he told her and glanced down at the black and white keys. "How long do you have to be here for?"

"Not long." Juliet smirked. "I wasn't really working when you came in so no point in starting now."

He nodded and stuffed his hands into his pockets. "Well, unless you missed the date, it is Christmas Eve and I don't know if you maybe wanted to finally go out like I asked before you know, everything got crazy."

Juliet smiled at how quiet he had said all of that and the blush on his cheeks. He was so cute sometimes. She leaned over and kissed his cheek.

"Yeah, sure." she said.

They ended up by 5th avenue, the entire street lit up by colorful lights.

"So what are the others up to?" Juliet asked, taking a sip of her coffee.

"Well, Egon is working more with the slime. We have a theory about what makes it react to things so he's starting to test a couple of things." he told her. "Winston is sleeping, he couldn't stand being awake any longer."

"What about Peter?" Juliet asked and Ray scoffed.

"Peter went home. He doesn't really like Christmas. Never has."

"Something personal?" Juliet asked him and Ray nodded at her.

"Yeah. His dad was never around when he was a kid." he gave a small shrug. "Guess it starts to affect you after a while."

"Poor Peter." Juliet frowned. It quickly turned to a grin after a few seconds. "I'm going to go to his apartment tomorrow. Try and cheer him up."

Ray laughs as she grinned at him. She grabbed his hand and pulled him over to the toy stores.

"Come on. Let's go see if we can find something to either make Peter happy or annoy him. Both is good." Juliet said, the grin never leaving her face.

Ray smiled. Sometimes she could act as much as a little kid as he could.


"I have to do what exactly?" Juliet asked Ray as they sat across from each other in the lab downstairs in the basement.

"Me and Egon were doing a few experiments and found that the slime responds to different emotional states." Ray told her, grinning.

"So…." Juliet gave him a confused look.

"So, since you're the only one who knows how to play, me and him were thinking you could play a bit and see how it reacts." he said.

"Play what?" she asked and he stood up from his chair. He came back about a minute later with an acoustic guitar.

"Oh no, I don't think so." Juliet shook her head when she saw it.

"Come on, Julie." Ray said. "Me and Egon don't know how to play it and we want to see how it reacts."

"Well then turn on the radio or something." Juliet crossed her arms.

"We thought of that but Egon wanted me to wait till he got back." Ray grinned at her. "Please, Julie?"

"Why don't you just play your harmonica or something. That's the same thing." Juliet pouted.

"I only know a couple blues songs. You're way better."

Juliet glanced at him and he went down to his knees, like he used to do as a kid.

"Pleeeeease!" he begged and she sighed.

"Fine." she snatched the guitar out of his hands and he stood, smiling. "But just so you know, I haven't played in a while. I might not be any good."

After a few minutes of her tuning the instrument, she started to play.

"It's a little bit funny this feeling inside. I'm not one of those who can easily hide. I don't have much money but boy if I did, I'd buy a big house where we both could live." she sang softly as she strung out the chords.

"Try a little louder." Ray told her and she smiled. She nodded and the chords of the guitar came out with more sound.

"If I was a sculptor, but then again, no. Or a girl who makes potions in a travelling show. I know it's not much but it's the best I can do. My gift is my song and this one's for you." Juliet sang and she glanced up at Ray who was watching her with a small smile. She felt herself blush but for some reason, couldn't look away.

"And you can tell everybody this is your song. It may be quite simple but now that it's done I hope you don't mind, I hope you don't mind that I put down in words. How wonderful life is while you're in the world." she continued to play and the slime started to bubble. Ray grinned at the reaction and as Juliet played while she sang, the slime bubbled more and more.

"I hope you don't mind, I hope you don't mind that I put down in words. How wonderful life is while you're in the world" Juliet played out the last chords and placed her hands on the strings to stop the sound. The slime had reached the top of the container.

"Well, I guess it liked it." Juliet said and she set the guitar down carefully on the floor.

Ray was writing something down in a notebook and nodded at what she said. She sighed and rested her head on her hand, closing her eyes for a minute.

Ray looked up from his notes and smiled. Juliet sat at the table, her head in her hand and her eyes shut. He set the notebook down and walked over to her.

Juliet opened her eyes when she felt him kiss her forehead. She looked at him and he smiled as he touched his forehead with hers.

"That was a nice song." he said and she smiled.

"It wasn't mine."

"I know. It was just...nice how it sounded when you sang it." he gave her a shy smile. "To be honest, you didn't really have to play. I just wanted to hear you sing."

She giggled and moved so that she kissed him on the lips. He shut his eyes and kissed her back.

Juliet stood from her chair, not separating from him and she wrapped her arms around his neck. He put his hands on her waist, not moving from there, still feeling a little nervous. She smiled into the kiss and ran a hand through his hair. She moved a hand down his chest and he held back a moan.

Eventually they both needed air and separated, but only seconds later, Ray moved back to kiss her again. God, how long had he wanted to do this? Since he was 14 or 15 or something like that. He tried to think as he moved themselves to the couch in the room and they fell onto it.

He gave up trying after he moved his lips to Juliet's jaw and neck and she let out a small gasp. Ray never imagined that he would be doing this, let alone with Juliet, the girl that he had been in love with for the longest time. He wanted this moment to never end.

But unfortunately, the universe had other plans as the sound of someone coming down the stairs caused them to stop and quickly separate.

They both blushed when Egon came into the room and gave them both a confused look.

"Uh, I didn't interrupt anything, did I?" he asked them and they both shook their head.

Egon still looked like he didn't really believe them but one glance at the table where the slime was, which had started to flow out of the container and his eyes widened.

"What happened?" he asked and Ray took notice of it as well.

"Oh, that." he muttered and ran a hand through his hair. "Well, we uh, we just…" Ray tried to explain.

"We were experimenting with music to see how it would react. I played a song on that guitar." Juliet said quickly. She heard Ray sigh beside her.

"Oh." Egon simply said. "Well, we could try it with the radio now."

Juliet cast a side glance to Ray and smiled at him.


Peter and Winston entered the firehouse, completely exhausted after all the work they had been getting. They went downstairs, Winston emptying out the trap in his hand. Peter collapsed on the couch in the room.

"This pace is too much," he said moaning. "I'm going to take a little nap. Wake me on Wednesday."

"Today's Monday." Winston said with a sigh as he fell onto the couch next to him.

"I know that." Peter answered, his eyes fluttering closed.

Ray walked in and smiled at them. "Before you guys pass out, come over here. Spengler, Julie and I have something really amazing to show you."

Winston nodded as he stood but Peter groaned as he fell to the floor and got up rather slowly. Ray and Winston rolled their eyes and walked over to where Egon and Juliet were.

Ray went over to a refrigerator and he took out a tupperware container which held the pink slime. He put the tupperware into the microwave and allowed it to thaw.

"We've been experimenting with the plasm we found in the subway tunnel." Ray told Peter, who was barely conscious. He took it out of the microwave and Peter raised an eyebrow.

"Why'd you put in the microwave?" Peter asked and Ray rolled his eyes.

"I restored it to it's normal state." Ray set the tupperware on the table.

"Should I get spoons?" Peter asked Egon and he shook his head.

"Don't bother." he said and grinned. "Watch this. Go ahead, Ray." he nodded to Ray who sent a wink to Juliet.

Ray leaned over the slime and began to shout. "You! You worthless piece of slime!"

Peter and Winston watched in awe as the slime began to twitch and glow.

"You ignorant, disgusting blob!" Ray continued in mock anger. The slime started to bubble and swell. Egon smiled and leaned over as well.

"You're nothing but an unstable, short-chain molecule!"

Juliet chuckled a bit at that part. Only someone like Egon could think that something like that could be an insult. Peter and Winston exchanged glances as the other two men continued to yell insults at the slime.

"You foul, obnoxious muck!"

"You have a weak electrochemical bond!"

"I have seen some disgusting crud in my time, but you take the cake!" Ray yelled as the slime oozed out of the tupperware. Juliet stepped forwards and pulled Ray back.

"Okay, that's enough for today." she said when she saw Ray probably was going to keep on going. "Egon, why don't we calm it down."

Egon nodded at her and she went over to his desk and grabbed the acoustic guitar. She came back to the table and started strumming chords on the guitar, singing along with the sounds.

"I get up in the evening and I ain't got nothing to say. I come home in the morning. I go to bed feeling the same way. I ain't nothing but tired. Man I'm just tired and bored with myself. Hey there baby, I could use just a little help." Juliet sang out the Bruce Springsteen lyrics and Peter and Winston watched wide-eyed as the slime stopped bubbling.

"You can't start a fire, you can't start a fire without a spark. This gun's for hire, even if we're just dancing in the dark." Juliet continued to sing and play. Slowly but noticeably, the ooze began to calm down and actually shrink.

"You can't start a fire sitting 'round crying over a broken heart. This gun's for hire, even if we're just dancing in the dark. You can't start a fire worrying about your little world falling apart. This gun's for hire, even if we're just dancing in the dark." Juliet sang out the last of the rock song and smiled at the others.

Peter screwed his face into the real life equivalent of a question mark. "This is what you do with your spare time?"

Ray sighed but smiled at him. "Peter, this is an incredible breakthrough. I mean, what a discovery! A psycho reactive substance! Whatever this stuff is, it responds to human emotional states."

"And we've found it at every site we've been to lately." Juliet told him.

"Mood slime." Peter said and Egon sighed, clearly annoyed at the name.

Peter leaned closer to the slime and smiled. "Oh, baby…" he said in a mocking tone. The slime bubbled which caused him to jump slightly back.

Winston looked at the slime and then to Ray. "You mean this stuff actually feeds on bad vibes."

"Like a cop in a donut factory." Ray said and Juliet smiled.

"Gee, Ray, I love it when you talk science terms." she said causing him to blush slightly.

Egon chuckled and turned to Peter and Winston. "We've been running tests to see if we can get an equally strong positive reaction."

"What kind of tests?" Peter asked.

Ray cleared his throat awkwardly. "Well, we sing to it, and we talk to it, and say supportive, nurturing things to it…"

Juliet looks down onto the ground. She would have laughed if she also hadn't participated. Peter smirked.

"You're not sleeping with it, are you, Ray?" Peter asked. Both Ray and Juliet blushed, remembering what had happened a few days ago. They looked at Egon who looked extremely uncomfortable. He looked at the table and avoided everyone's gazes. Peter and Winston also turned to Egon and smirked.

"Oh, you!" Peter said with a laugh and Winston shook his head chuckling.

"It's always the quiet ones."

"You hound!"

Egon cleared his throat and changed the subject. "How about the kinetic test?"

"Okay." Both Ray and Juliet said in unison, happy to move on.

Egon stood up from the table and grabbed a toaster. He set it down on the table. "Ordinary household toaster."

Peter nodded, a little skeptical of what they were doing. "I'll take your word for that."

Ray grabbed a ladle from the desk behind him and with it, put some of the slime into each slot of the toaster.

"It responds to music, so we've been doing some experimentation. Playing easy listening. Middle-of-the-road type stuff." Juliet said and Egon went over to a radio.

"You know, Paul Young, Dust In The Wind, that works okay." Ray nodded over to Egon to turn it on.

"It works for me." Peter muttered and Egon grinned.

"It loves Jackie Wilson."

With that, the radio began to play the song 'Higher and Higher' by Jackie Wilson.

"Sheesh! You guys do this at night when I'm not here?" Peter asked as he crossed his arms. He then grinned. "Oh, I get it, it sings! It sounds exactly like Jackie, that's fantastic."

"Just watch." Juliet told him, a small smile on her lips.

"Does it do Emmy Lou Harris?" Peter said but he stopped when the slime encased toaster began to shake and spin. Winston's jaw dropped slightly at the sight as the toaster started to move in tune with the music.

Peter raised an eyebrow and uncrossed his arms, now his interest peaked. "Oh, it dances too."

The rest consisted of the guys clapping their hands and they cheered the toaster on. Juliet went over to it and reached out her hands in time to catch the two pieces of toast that shot out of it. She nodded to Egon, who then walked and turned off the cassette in the radio.

Peter immediately grabbed the cord and pulled the toaster to him, grabbing it and hugging it to his chest.

"Oh! Oh, oh baby, oh, you're my number one Christmas boutique gift item!" he cried. Juliet rolled her eyes. Of course his first thought after seeing something like that would be money.

Winston was a little bit more skeptical on that thought. "Right, and the first time somebody gets mad the toaster could eat their hand."

"No, no, no, no, we put a warning label on it," Peter told him, shaking his head and putting two fingers into the slots. "we don't have any liability- aggh! Ow! Oh!" he suddenly started to scream in pain as if the toaster had started to bite at his fingers. The other four leapt forwards to help him but after they pulled it away, Peter grinned at them and wagged his fingers.

"Oh! Oh, did you ever go for it. The old man-eating-toaster gig!" he laughed as he pretended to poke Egon in his eyes. The others gave him a glare but Ray then smiled at him.

"Get him!" he yelled and they tackled Peter, the five of them laughing.


Hi everyone! I'm back. Sorry for the wait but I kept changing my mind of what to write for this one but this is my final draft. Hope you all like it! Please review and tell me what you think! As always, suggestions are welcome! If you think I should do something to fix the story, let me know. I want this story to be the best it can be. Anyways, I will try to get the next one out in about the same time as this one or shorter. See you all next time.