Today was the day. The big finale. D-day.
Peter walked down the stairs, slightly fearing the worse. He didn't hear her come in that day...of course he didn't hear the plates Ray dropped in the kitchen either, but that didn't matter.
As he reached the main floor, he peeked around the corner...and sighed in relief. Janine was sitting at her desk, elbow deep in paperwork. He smiled. He couldn't believe she was truly going to leave with Christopher tonight, she wouldn't be here this morning absorbed in files and appointments.
Janine looked up, smiling at him.
"Morning Dr. V."
"Morning Janine. How are you feeling today?"
"Better thank you. The invoices are on your desk ready for you to sign. And I'm updating the files now."
"Wow, you must be feeling better." Peter said, walking into his office. Sure enough, sitting on his desk were the invoices waiting for him to sign them. He sat down, casting a furtive glance towards the wall of file cabinets. Inside, a voice nagged that this was reminiscent of suicide victims getting their affairs in order, but he shook it off and went to signing the invoices.

The rest of the day went smoothly. The four went on several busts, returning within the hour. Ray spent time with Janine in the kitchen. Winston found them both in there, laughing hysterically, covered in cookie batter, with Slimer trying to lick them clean. The three finally retired into the living room, with the remaining cookies baked, to watch an old mystery movie both men liked. That's were Peter found them.
Smiling curiously, he walked into the room, and flopped down on the chair. Winston tossed him a cookie.
"What's going on?" he asked, smoothly catching the cookie.
"Movie night," Ray answered, his mouth full of cookie crumbs. "We talked Janine into watching it with us."
She smiled, taking her eyes off the TV for a moment. "And I have to say, it's pretty decent."
The voice nagged him again. "When did you start watching mysteries, Janine?" Peter asked, grabbing a couple more cookies. She looked at him for a moment, then shrugged. "Doesn't hurt to try everything once. Besides, Ray asked."
Peter didn't ask any more questions. Instead, he ignored the voice, and settled back to finish the movie with the other three.

Janine stretched as the ending credits rolled across the screen. "I'd better get back home." she said reluctantly. Standing up, she kissed all three men.
"Bye guys."
Ray waved, giving Peter a chance to grab the remote. Thanks Janine. See you tomorrow."
She was facing the TV, so they didn't see the grimace. "I'd better check on Egon before I go."
"Hey, yeah, tell him there's a Yankee's game on," Peter ribbed. Janine shook her head, and walked up the stairs.

Egon was sitting in his usual spot...in front of the computer, when Janine walked in. Silently, she closed the doors, and stood there. He looked away from the screen to face her.
"You're still here," he said, his eyes brightening.
She smiled sadly. "I'm getting ready to leave," She wasn't sure that to say to him. "I haven't seen much of you today."
He gestured towards the computer. "Been working on a theory. I can't believe you're still here."
"I'm getting ready to leave now," she told him. "I came up here to say goodbye."
Egon frowned, standing up. "Goodbye? As in "I'll see you tomorrow, or..."
Janine swallowed hard. Her stomach was starting to hurt again, and her head ached. This was going to be harder than she thought. "Egon..."
He walked towards her. "Don't. Tell me if you mean you'll be in tomorrow, or if you're leaving forever."
"You know what I mean."
"I want to hear you say it," he stated coldly. "Tell me you're leaving with Christopher, or tell me I'll see you tomorrow."
"Aggie's more than equipped to easily take over my job."
He grabbed her shoulders, shaking her slightly. "Dammit Janine, stop procrastinating and just tell me!"
"Fine! I'm leaving Egon. Is that what you wanted to hear? I'm leaving with Christopher as midnight," She gasped, covering her mouth with her hand. As soon as the words left her mouth she wished she could take them back. Egon froze, his hands sliding off her shoulders. His eyes went as cold as ice chips. Stepping back, he regarded her coldly.
"Oh God, Egon, I didn't mean it that way," she cried, but it was too late. Egon turned his back to her, and walked back towards the computer.
"I wish you the best Janine. I'm sure Peter will find suitable compensation for you should you need it. Now if you will excuse me, I have to get back to these theories."
He sat back down, staring hard at the computer screen, not allowing himself to even sneak a glance towards Janine. There was silence for a moment, then quiet sobbing as the lab opened and closed again. Egon tried to focus on the screen, but his eyes kept tearing up. Frustrated, he shut off the screen and sat there. He'd lost again.