As usual, the Ghostbusters and all their stuff belong to Columbia. Aggie and the others belong to me. Yes, I'll claim them. There wasn't suppose to be a sequel for the first story, but an online friend of mine asked when the sequel was coming, so I wrote it for her and to my knowledge she's never read it. So, Linda, this is for you dear.
Again, I'm placing this in the PG-13 section as it's not all happy and fluffy. And unless I get some brilliant idea for how to place Michael in New York that actually works ( highly improbable), there will be no Part Three to this story.
Enjoy!

DeWinter's Passing

Two months.

Janine sighed, fanning herself against the heat. It was only nine in the morning, and already it was promising to be another New York scorcher. She couldn't believe it had been two months since the attempt.

Time flies when you're in therapy.

Peter and Egon never talked about it, and they never told Ray and Winston. Of course Ray and Winston never asked, and she wasn't in the right frame of mind to discuss anything at that time. Now, as far as the two men were concerned, the subject was closed, and everything was back to business as usual. She still thought about it though. Every once in a while, she wondered what would've happened if she had completed the ritual. Would she really have died, like her psychologist told her? Or would she be in Wintergrove, mistress to one of the lords of the manor.
"Morning Janine. Hey cute outfit."
Janine snapped out of her reverie, noticing Aggie walking towards the desk. Aggie had been the temp while Janine was gone. Now she was dating Ray.
"Morning Aggie," Janine answered, smiling pleasantly at the woman. "Was Ray suppose to be up early? They had a late call last night."
Aggie stopped, looking uncertain. "Well, we were suppose to go to breakfast this morning, but if he's asleep..."
Janine stood up. "No. He'll be upset if he finds out he missed your breakfast date. I'll get him."
She was walking towards the stairs, when something stopped her in her tracks. The hair on her arms rose, and her heart leapt in her throat. Something was happening.
Aggie went to her, touching her arm lightly.
"Janine? You okay?"
Janine blinked, then nodded slowly. "Um, fine. I just had the weirdest feeling..." She shook her head. "Never mind. Let me go get Ray."

Deep inside Battery Park, the birds stopped singing, the squirrels ran. Something wasn't right. Briefly, a light wind picked up, then died down. A flash was seen, then a man stepped out from between the trees. Looking back, he nodded satisfied, then walked towards the outside of the park.

Egon was in his laboratory. Even though they didn't return to the firehouse until late, he couldn't sleep again. This made the fourth night in a row. He was suppose to be fixing equipment, but now he was just sitting in his chair, staring off into space. He didn't get much work done these days anyway.
The PKE meter next to him rose sharply, then dropped, as if a small paranormal burst had just happened. He glanced over at it, frowning slightly, but even that didn't hold his attention very long.
The sound of shoes on the third floor caught his attention. The guys were still asleep, which meant.
Janine came into view, stopping in front of the bunk room, listening for movement. She was wearing a long, sleeveless sundress, and sandals. Her long hair was caught up in a braid, and best of all, no bracelet.
"They're still asleep," he called out.
She froze a moment, then glanced behind her. Sometimes lately, like now, she managed to take his breath away. "I figured as much. But Ray was supposed to meet Aggie for breakfast," she said, walking towards the lab. She stopped just inside the doors.
"You look beautiful."
The words slipped out before he had a chance to stop them. He hadn't meant to say that out loud. She smiled, blushing slightly.
"Thank you. Could you tell Ray Aggie's waiting for him downstairs, please?"
"Of course," He stood up, walking towards her. She backed up quickly, gracefully sidestepping him.
"Thank you," She turned and started back down the stairs.
"Janine."
She turned back. "Yes Egon?"
He stood there for a moment, his hands in his lab coat pockets.
"Um, we're still going to dinner after work, correct?"
She smiled at him, wondering why she never saw the nervousness hidden behind those blue eyes before, or even if it was ever there.
"Of course Egon."
He smiled then, a thing she rarely saw with him.
"Good."
Then he was gone, into the bunkroom. Janine stood there for a moment, watching the door. He was so different now. More so than before. She found herself thinking of things she hadn't thought of in months. Maybe there was a chance between her and Egon. Shaking her head, she walked downstairs, vowing not to think on it too hard.

The man walked down the busy streets, staring in amazement at the city itself, oblivious to the stares of the passing pedestrians. A police officer spotted him, and walked over.
"Morning Dr. Spengler. Wander too far from home again?"
The man looked at him. This man looked like a sheriff. And he thought he was someone else. He nodded. "I'm afraid so."
The sheriff nodded. "Well, hop in. I'll take you back to the firehouse."
The man looked towards the monstrous carriage the sheriff pointed to. He wanted him to enter that contraption? Determined to get where he needed, he followed the sheriff and stepped into the open carriage door. The sheriff got into the other side and drove off. After what seemed like a terrifying eternity, the sheriff stopped the carriage in front of a tall building. On the front door was a ghost symbol cover by a red slash.
"Here you are Dr. Spengler. Be careful next time."
Muttering his thanks, he stepped out and looked at the building. Behind him, he heard the carriage leave, but his attention was turned towards the ghost symbol. From the depths of his mind, he heard Janine's voice mentioning something about ghosts in a discussion.
"So, this...equipment. It captures spirits?" Christopher asked skeptically.
Janine nodded, knowing he didn't believe her. "I worked for the Ghostbusters. They specialized in the captured and containment of ghosts and spirits," she grinned at him. "Don't tell me you don't believe me."
He looked at her. "Janine, your stories are very entertaining, but no, I don't believe them."
Maybe there was some truth in her stories. He had to know if she was okay, if she still lived. Reaching for the door, he pushed it open and stepped in.