I do not own Ghostbusters.
That right is reserved for Dan Aykroyd and Harold Ramis.
I own Kitty and Angie Reed, and Remy Safar.

"I don't know what you want from me." Kitty admitted as she stared intently on the vial of pink ooze Ray had found under First Avenue. Egon sighed, rubbing the sweet spot between his eyes, sensing a headache coming on with or without Kitty's help.

Her job at the firehouse was an odd one. She was responsible for everything and nothing all at the same time. She was a maid one day, a mechanic the next, and then a lab rat after that; it was insanity! Egon seemed to be the only one truly benefiting from having Kitty around, as she wouldn't mind stopping cleaning the dishes to help with a science experiment. Today was no exception.

Kitty laid her head on the table, staring at the tub of goop for about an hour and a half now. Egon pulled her away from cleaning to help with this experiment. The boys were gone; all three of them took Remy out for a training session, showing her the ropes of the proton pack, how to set a trap, and even warning her about crossing the streams. Whether or not they could actually tell her about all this and have her understand were two different things. But she seemed smart enough, from the fifteen minutes of knowing her the other day.

Egon ran his hand through his hair as he explained the experiment one last time, getting aggravated by the lack of results. "We're testing to see if female energy would have an effect on the slimes response." Egon explained, again. "We've done control test, and then we've done a male energy test. We just need to see what would happen if a female was present."

Seemed easy enough; just stick a girl in front of the slime, see if it reacts. If it does, great! If not, well, back to square one. Though, over the hour and half the slime hadn't moved. Kitty groaned, straightening up her back, earning two deliciously deviant pops from her joints as she then sighed.

Egon sat down in the chair opposite her as he placed his glasses on the table in front of him, rubbing the sore spot on the bridge of his nose. His headache was getting worse, if only by the fact that where at a stalemate with the goo. He'd tried everything besides electro-stock therapy, which Ray thought would burn the slime, filling the firehouse with a rather unpleasant smell.

"Okay, you can go back to work now." Egon sighed, putting his glasses back on his face, causing the formless blurs in his vision to turn to actual shapes. "Sorry I wasted you time."
"You didn't waste my time," Kitty argued. "We found out that different genders don't make it react any differently, so it's gotta be something else!" Egon smirked, nodding along with her theory, enjoying a positive outcome on something so wasteful. Kitty smiled as she stood up from the foldout chair, shrugging her shoulders a bit. "Plus, I get to have a little bit of a break."
"You can have a break when ever you'd like."
"At this rate, I'll never get this place clean if keep taking breaks!" Kitty exclaimed, through her hands in the air in a dramatic fashion as she grabbed her feather duster, aiming for a thick cob web in the corner.

With a flick of the wrist Kitty was back to cleaning, clearing the layer of dust and collection of cobwebs from the corners with her feather duster as it only pushed around the dust. If anything, it made cleaning worse as now she had to vacuum the upstairs dorm, again. Her internal bitching came to a stop when she heard the front door open and close with the particular racket she'd come to know. A smile spread on her lips as she figured the boys and Remy had gotten back, or at least Louis was back from lunch, quickly learning after his first day as the Ghostbusters accountant that he'd better eat off the premises. She'd felt bad for her former neighbor, but was still laughing at the memory of him running out of the firehouse screaming after the onion-headed specter "Slimer" ate his lunch.

"Hello? Anyone home?" A female voice shouted from down stairs. Kitty smiled as she stood at the top of the staircase and shouted back.
"Up here!"
Angie bounced up the staircase, her curly hair now frizzed from the cold weather outside as they inched closer and closer to the holiday season. Despite the terrible condition her hair was in, she wore a smile on her face, the contagious one that made everyone light up when she walked through the doorway. Angie didn't stop at the top of the stairs, making a bee-line for Kitty as she wrapped her arms around Kitty's chest, stunning Kitty as she dusted the top of the cabinet.

Kitty paused, staying in her extended position as Angie nuzzled her ribcage, giggling lightly as she did. "What the hell is a matter with you?" Kitty finally asked, lowering herself onto the ground as Angie pulled away, her smiled even wider now than before.
"I got a job."

The two girls hugged again, this time Angie sharing the good news with Kitty causing her to smile too. Angie couldn't believe it took this long to find a job! After working for Bilson for four and half years he fires her, leaving her out on the streets of New York without her crappy, minimum wage job. Momentarily stunned by the news, Angie took the unemployment life hard. She didn't like sitting around doing nothing, she needed to get out there and work, or volunteer, or intern or something! But now, the gods had smiled on her, replacing her crappy minimum wage job with an even crappier job making less then minimum wage; but it was a job. Kitty pulled away, facing the ecstatic Angie as she asked "So what are you gonna be doing?"
"I'm gonna be serving."
"Nice."
"I know, but it's better than not working. Plus we do a lot of high-end venues, so I might be able to climb my way up the corporate ladder."
"You mean kiss ass?"
"Bingo."

The two girls laughed, before noticing the silent scientist in the corner, still trying to figure out about the goop. Angie wrapped her arm around Kitty as she walked towards Egon and the goo. "Hello there, Egon."
"Angie."
"What are you doing?" Angie asked, peering over the dining table as she watched the bubblegum colored slime sit contently in its container. Egon wrote down some notes in a folder, taking some key notes as he explained, without lifting his head. "I'm testing whether or not the environment the ectoplasm is in has an effect on its conductivity or its ability to produce Class IV apparitions."
"What he means is—"
"I know what he means." Angie said, taking a seat opposite Egon as he continued jotting down notes. "You forget, I am fluent techno-babble." Angie said with a smirk on her face as she winked to Kitty. Egon nodded, his mind far away from the mundane ramblings of an ecstatic Angie.

"Anyway, where are the guys? I want to tell them my good news."
"They're not here." Kitty said. Slowly Egon looked up from his papers as he watched the sisters talk between themselves. "They're out training the new kid."
"New kid?" Angie questioned, earning Kitty a stiff look from Egon. They'd talked about this, it was even Kitty's idea not to mention Remy to Angie at all cost. "I didn't know you guys were hiring a new investigator. Who are they?"

Kitty stuttered, a rare occurrence but a dead giveaway as Angie watched her calmly loose her cool. "They uh… they are a…" Kitty tried to find the words, but was drawing a massive blank. "They are nobody. Just, uh, nobody… right, Egon?" Kitty asked, looking to Egon for help as he rose in hands in early defeat, getting out while they were still ahead.
"Kit." Angie said, drawing out the vowel in her nickname as her eyes narrowed on the younger of the two. Kitty had the worst poker face she'd ever seen, having been that way since childhood. Needless to say, poker was always fun around their house. "Kit, who are 'they'?"

A change in wind occurred as the gods were now against the pair. The front door opened franticly as the roar of an engine echoed off the vacant walls. The engine backfired upon entering the firehouse, causing Ray to curse loudly over the grumbling engine. The engine shut off as they were able to hear the sounds of the doors opening and closing, Peter leading the way in filling the silence with voices.

"You know, I think that's been the first case in a long time that actually went well."
"That was great, Remy!"
"You did good, kid."

Angie smiled at the sound of their voices, rushing the staircase to meet them in the garage area. She was so excited to tell everyone the good news, even random people on the street, who really didn't get a rat's ass what she did. She took the stairs two-by-two as she skipped down to the main garage, Kitty and Egon rushing to stop her before she got too far down.

"Angie!"
"Angie, wait!"

Angie paused at the bottom of the stairs, gazing at the young beauty before her. Kitty mentally slapped herself, holding the record of keeping things from Angie at an astounding 1. Peter rounded the Ecto-One as he smiled at her. "Hey Angie, what on earth are you doing here? Shouldn't you be trying to lure unsuspecting children into your house made of candy?"
Angie smiled. "Go ahead, Venkman. Nothing you can say is going to make me unhappy."
"Those pants make you look fat."
"Nope."
"Your hair looks like you stuck your finger in a light socket."
"Not gonna happen." Angie said, almost singing as she teased Peter. Ray's brows creased, curious at her good mood. "What's going on?"

"I got a new job today!" She exclaimed, barely able to contain it any longer. Ray smiled wide before pulling Angie into a friendly hug, patting her on the back before releasing her. He tried more than anything not to hover, or hold on too long. But still, he was happy for his friend as she beamed wilding around the room.
"Congrats, Angie."
"Thanks Zee." She said before looking back at the exotic beauty in the room, her silence suspicious. Angie walked over to the young lady and extended her hand to her, faking a smile. "I don't think we've met, I'm Angie Reed."

"I'm Remy Safar, nice to meet you." She took Angie's hand with a fierce grip, shaking her hand enthusiastically. Angie smiled, watching the woman eight years her senior. "Remy, is it? You don't happen to be the new recruit, are you?"
"Yeah! I've only been working here for a couple days though."
"And I'm sure Peter's showing you the ropes. He's great at that kind of stuff." Angie said, sending a wink Venkman's way.
"Oh, they all are! Especially Dr. Spengler; he said I could help him with his epididemis." She said enthusiastically. Angie's eyes widened as she turned to face a blushing Egon. As she said earlier she was, in fact, fluent in techno-babble.
"That seems out of character for him, he usually doesn't have people handle his epididemis lightly." Angie said, holding back a laugh as she watched Egon turn a nice shade of red. "That's usually Peter's job—"

Peter coughed loudly, interrupting the entertaining banter between the two girls as he hacked up a lung. "Remy, why don't you help Ray clean the traps? We'll see if we can't get Angie to leave us alone."
"No need, Venkie." Angie said, patting him on the shoulder. "I need to be heading home anyway. I've got a big day tomorrow." Angie walked backwards, waving bye to everyone. "See yah. Nice to meet you, Remy!" She shouted before making her way to the door.

She walked slower than normal as she watched Ray and Remy interact, feeling like a fly on the wall but looking like the world's worst peeping tom. Ray had opened the back of the Ecto-one, grabbing the traps and giving them to Remy as she giggled at something he said; maybe a joke or something.

Their skin touched, her eyes glittered, he blushed; Angie's heart stopped beating. She said something to him, at this point their voices sounding like Charlie Browns teacher as Remy winked at Ray, causing his blush to deepen as he closed the back of the door with a satisfying thud.

Ray had moved on. He found this new girl; someone who is younger and prettier, gets along well with Venkman. Angie was older, a little heavier in some places and would never get along with Venkman was long as she lived. Remy was Super Woman while Angie was simply Lois Lane.

In short, she was anti-Angie. Maybe that's just what Ray needed.

I had to look up what an epididemis was since earlier in the movie at Ray's Occult, Egon referenced it when talking to Peter about 'those college girls'.
Peter shrugged it off, but I had to look it up.
NSFW.
But seriously, look it up.
I hope you enjoyed it!

~Pure