The next morning, all was still quiet at Headquarters.
No one spoke of or brought up Abby's outburst from the night before.
It was Wednesday, which was Abby's day to cook breakfast(if they didn't have an early morning call.)
Usually, she would whip up pancakes or bacon and eggs for her fellow Ghostbusters, however this morning, they let her rest and took care of themselves.
"How's Abby doing?" Patty asked Erin, as she spooned some yogurt into her granola and blueberries.
"I just checked on her.
She told me she has a headache, so I'm letting her rest," replied Erin, as she pour some skim milk into her cup of coffee and bowl of total.
"I don't blame Abby.
She was pretty tramatized after what happened last night," Holtzmann added, as she crammed a strawberry poptart into the toaster.
"Yeah, I've never seen Abby flip out like that," said Patty, before taking a gulp of her orange juice.
"So when Abby does get up, I want everyone to be extra nice to her," Erin pointed out.
"And let's not bring up what happened at all.
"Exactly."
"No problem-o Gilbert," said Holtzmann, before grabbing her poptart, placed it on a plate, followed by smearing a glob of nutella on top, then taking a giant bite.
Patty looked at her fellow Ghostbuster and said,"Really, nutella on a poptart?"
"Well Kevin ate all the peanut butter," said Holtzmann with a mouthful of strawberry jam, chocolate-hazelnut spread and pastry."
"Oh Holtzy," said Patty as she smiled and shook her head.
Just then, Kevin arrived at the firehouse.
"Ah, speaking of the PB thief," said Holtzmann.
"Morning all," said Kevin, as her took his seat at his desk.
"Morning Kevin," Patty called out.
"Good morning Kevin," said Erin as she quickly placed her bowl and mug into the sink, then carefully checked herself to see if she had cereal crumbs on her clothes or a milk mustache.
Meanwhile, Kevin looked around the firehouse and asked,"Where's Abby?"
"She's not feel well this morning," Erin answered, as she took a seat at her own desk.
"Maybe this will cheer her up."
Kevin then reached into his bag and pulled out a folder.
"My dog and I got our pictures taken last week and I picked them up from the pet photographer before coming in."
Kevin then showed a picture of him, wearing a Santa hat, and holding a small dog, which was also wearing a Santa hat as well.
"Kevin as cute as it looks, please don't show that to Abby," said Erin.
"It will only make her feel worse," Patty added.
"I thought she likes dogs," said Kevin.
"It's the Santa caps in the photo and the holiday backdrop behind you doesn't help either," Holtzmann pointed out.
"Maybe I'll just let Abby look at the paper then.
She's on the front cover."
"Say what?" said Patty.
Kevin then held up a copy of the New York Post newspaper and sure enough he was right.
For on the front cover was a photo of Abby screaming at Al Roker with the words Bitch-Buster as the main story on page 6.
"Oh Damn," said Patty.
"That was taken last night, after we caught the ghost at Rockerfeller Center," said Holtzmann.
"Let me see that," said Erin, as she took the paper out of Kevin's hands, raced to her desk and flipped the pages until getting to page six and began to read the article.
Holtzmann, Patty and Kevin stood beside her.
"There was some screaming going by Radio City Hall on last night.
And no, it wasn't over Holiday shoppers trying to get their hands on the latest gifts.
It was courtesy of resident Ghostbuster Abby Yates.
According to witnesses, Ms. Yates, the usual cheerful Ghostbuster of the four paranormal busting bunch, screamed her head off at America's favorite weather man Al Roker, after her invited Yates, along with her fellow Ghostbusters to do the honors of lighting the tree at Rockerfeller Center's annual Christmas event.
This all occur after Yates, along with Erin Gilbert, Patty Tolan, and Jillian Holtzmann captured a ghoulish spirit, that was flying around during the occasion.
Although Tolan, Holtzmann and Gilbert were more than happy to accept Roker's invitation, Yates declinded or rather barked it, before leaving with Holtzmann, Tolan and Gilbert in tow, who seemed shattered about refusing to take part in one of New York City's big holiday traditions."
"Does it say anything about Matt Lauer peeing himself?" asked Holtzmann, who was trying to bring humor to the situation.
"As a matter of fact, it does, said Erin, who then read,"Apparently, a timid Matt Lauer had wet himself.
Sources aren't sure if it had to do with Yates' temper."
"So he did pee himself." Holtzmann crackled.
"What a minute, the dude did it before we even got there," Patty pointed out.
"Though Mr. Lauer claims that the stain on the front of his pants was due to a coffee spillage, but the location of the stain begs to differ." Erin read on.
"Does it say anything about protesters?" asked Kevin.
Erin looked up from reading and asked,"What protesters?"
"Oh I forgot another reason I was late coming in was not only picking up my photos but there is also a group of people outside protesting Abby hating Christmas."
Sure enough, Kevin was right.
As he, Erin, Patty and Holtzmann poked their heads out the window, there was a small group of people, decked out in Christmas sweaters and other holiday theme clothing, as they held picket signs, and repeating a chant cry of, "Respect to Santa! Respect to Frosty! Respect to Rudolph!" as Christmas music was blaring through a small boom box, set on top of a wooden stool, centered by the protesters.
"Lord have mercy," said Patty as she shook her head after, she and the others got away from the window.
"This is not good at all," Holtzmann added.
"First the bad press on the New York Post, now this.
Which one of us is going to break the news to Abby?" asked Erin.
"We just did."
Everyone turned to see Abby, who just stood in the center of the firehouse, with a very upset look upon her face.