A/N: Sorry I haven't updated in a while! I let one of my friends borrow my Ghostbusters movie and they didn't give it back to I went over there and took it back after, basically, a year. I gave them another copy, so all's well that ends well.

Chapter Four

We arrived at Dana's apartment, and Peter was the first to really enter.

"Please, let me." He said. "If something's going to happen here, I want it to happen to me first." He quickly slid the closest door open. Dana quickly stepped to the side, just watching him. I cocked an eyebrow. I knew this behavior. Peter always got like this around the chicks. It almost never worked. Only one time did it actually work, and that was on Ray's cousin Georgia Johnson. And that was only because she was desperate.

"That's the closet." Dana said. We walked away from the doors and Peter had some odd instrument in his hands. I couldn't really make out what it was. It reminded me of a completely rubber turkey baster (which I highly doubt they make, but that's the first thing that popped into my mind when I saw it) on steroids attached to a box and a long stick. Peter went over to the piano, lifted the top slightly, and played two keys repeatedly.

"They hate this. I like to torture them." He stopped. "That's right, boys. It's Dr. Venkman!"

"Since when has that scared anyone?" My eyebrows went under my bangs. Peter took the turkey baster on steroids and pointed at me.

"Watch out, Nance. Deadly weapon. Very deadly." He turned around and squeezed the rubber part of it and it made a sucking noise. Like if you were sucking air through an eye dropper. Something to that effect. "It's a lot of space. Just you?"

"Yes." Dana answered as she took her coat off.

"Good."

"What is that thing you're doing?"

Peter stopped. "It's technical. It's one of our little toys."

"I see." Dana seemed unconvinced. Peter went over to another door and looked in. "That's the bedroom. But nothing ever happened in there."

"What a crime." Peter went back over to us. Dana stared at the wall for a second before she spoke again.

"You know, you don't act like a scientist."

"They're usually pretty stiff."

"You're more like a game-show host."

That's when I busted out laughing. They looked at me, Dana with her eyebrows raised and Peter with a glare etched onto his face. "I'm sorry. I really like this chick." Dana smirked and then took her scarf off. Peter looked at another door and then looked at her. The smirk was off her face

"That's the kitchen, huh?" he asked. Dana nodded slowly, like the way someone would if they were annoyed with someone, which she was pretty annoyed with Peter. This was the usual reaction he would get from girls when he did this sort of stuff. Peter walked into the kitchen. I looked at her.

"Sorry, he was dropped on his head when he was a baby." I said.

"I was not!" Peter snapped. I looked at Dana again and mouthed "He was" and all she mouthed back was "I believe you". Peter swung the door open and the two of us stood behind him, looking over his shoulder. He walked in and turned the light on. The kitchen was as Dana had described it. Brown paper grocery bags were left on the counter, the egg carton open and eggs that were cooked on the counter. Stay Puft marshmallows were on one side and celery was on the other. "Dana," Peter started. "Are these the eggs?"

"Yes." Dana answered quickly. She looked a little uneasy. "See, I was over there, and these eggs just jumped right out of their shelves and started to cook on the counter."

"That is weird."

"And that's when I started to hear that awful noise coming from the refrigerator." Peter poked the marshmallows and then picked the celery up. "Dr. Venkman, you and your sister have come all this way. Would you two like to check the refrigerator?" Peter messed with an egg that was cooked. Dana placed her hands on her hips.

"Better check the fridge." Peter wiped his hands on the counter. "Good call. Nancy." He motioned me over to him and he opened the fridge slightly. Both of us looked in. "Oh my God." Dana looked uneasy. Peter opened it all the way. "Look at all the junk food."

Dana's mouth dropped open and she walked over, furious. "No. Goddamn it! Look, this wasn't here—!"

"You actually eat this stuff?" Peter held up some bologna. Dana put it back.

"This wasn't here! There was nothing here! There was a space and there was a building or something—" Peter lifted the lid to some food and turned away, grimacing "—with flames coming out of it! And there were creatures writhing around, and they were growling and snarling! And there were flames, and I heard a voice say "Zuul"! It was right here!"

"I'm sorry; I'm just not getting any reading."

"Well, are you sure you're using that thing correctly?"

Peter paused for half a second. "Well...I think so. But I'm sure there are no animals in there."

Dana huffed. "Well that's great. Either I have a monster in my kitchen or I'm completely crazy."

"I don't think you're crazy."

"Oh, good that makes me feel so much better." She spoke sarcastically, rolled her eyes, and walked into her living area. I looked around in the fridge again and shook my head. This just didn't make any sense. I'm not calling her crazy it's just...eggs don't jump out of their shells and randomly start cooking on something that's not in a frying pan on a stove. I walked out behind them, shaking my head.

"Let me tell you something about me." Peter said. "I come home from work, to my place, and all I have is my work. There's nothing else in my life."

"Dr. Venkman—"

"I meet you, and I say "My God, there's someone with the same problem I have!""

"Yes, we both have the same problem. You."

Peter stood and walked over to her. "I'm gonna go for broke. I am madly in love with you."

Dana shook her head. "I don't believe this. Will you please leave?"

"And then she threw me out of her life. She thought I was creep. She thought I was a geek, and she probably wasn't the first." Peter went over to the door.

"You are so odd." Dana shook her head again. That's when he turned on his heels. "No."

"I've got it."

"No, no, no, no."

"I'll prove myself to you." Peter walked back over to her. I watched this scene with some amusement. After all, it's not every day that I get to see my brother make a fool out of himself while flirting with a woman.

"That's not necessary."

"Yeah, I'll solve your little problem."

"Okay." Dana was light pushing him to the door. I was already there, just watching them and enjoying

every minute of it.

"And then you'll say "Pete Venkman's a guy who can get things done"."

"Right."

""I wonder what makes him tick.""

"I wonder."

""I wonder if he'd be interested in knowing what makes me tick.""

"Right."

"I'll bet you're gonna be thinking about me after I'm gone."

"Yes, I bet I am." Dana forced him out. Peter stopped the door from closing and looked at her.

"No kiss?" he asked. Dana shoved him out. I looked at her.

"I guess I better get going. Didn't want to interrupt that, uh, love scene."

"Love scene?" Dana chuckled. "He's crazy."

"It runs in the family." I shrugged and walked out. "Boy, you really know how to hook 'em." I smirked.

"Shut up." Peter crossed his arms. A door not too far from us opened. A short, nerdy looking guy walked out. He turned to go back into his apartment but he couldn't get in so he just stood there.

"Hey, doesn't he look a little familiar?" I whispered.

"Yeah, I think I flushed his glasses down the toilet in high school." Peter answered.