I own none of these people...except maybe the higher beings. The rest are owned by Columbia Pictures, Ackroyd and Ramis. This story was written quite a while ago and I give full credit for this idea to a Star Trek: The Next Generation episode I never saw. But the basic premise sounded real good.

I Know What You're Thinking

Deep in the mists, two beings were talking.

My experiments are not yet finished, said one. I must find out how far two beings would go for each other.

That type of kindness was lost with the old days, said the other being. The first shook it's head.

I don't believe so. I believe it still lives, if one digs deep enough to find it.

The first being waved towards a mirror. The picture showed a young woman sitting at a desk, watching four men get out of a car.

Behold, my new subjects, it spoke. I have been watching them long, and I believe they hold the qualities I am looking for. I just have to bring them out.

You are wrong, the other said. The first smiled gently.

Watch and see my friend, watch and see.


Janine sat at her desk, her radio playing low, watching the Ghostbusters get out of the car. As usual, her eyes were riveted to Egon, without being obvious. She'd learned to watch him discreetly a little after she'd started working for them. If only you knew what I was thinking, she thought to herself, smiling slightly. I wonder what you'd do.

"More paperwork Janine," Ray called out, waving papers at her.

She turned her attention to him briefly, smiling. "That's fine, I've run out of things to do anyway."

Her attention was riveted back to Egon as he slipped out of his dirty coveralls. Oh God, he's stripping again, she thought, her temperature suddenly rising slightly. That alone usually gave her dreams to die for at night. She was so absorbed in watching Egon she didn't realize what was going on until it was too late.

Did it get bright in here? she thought, before she felt the familiar tingle of being pulled out of this world. She screeched.
"Help!" she screamed. Four heads snapped towards the reception desk to see Janine glowing and then rapidly fading.

"Not again." Peter groaned.

"Janine!" Ray and Egon yelled, running towards the desk.

'Don't touch her!" Winston yelled, he and Peter following. Egon didn't hear, or pay attention. He reached the desk first and reached out, grabbing Janine's hand. He shouted in alarm, and Janine screeched again. Then they were gone. Now watch, the first being said. It may take a while, but we have enough time.

What if they fail? the other asked.

The first shook it's head. They won't fail.