Beck couldn't help but laugh at Andre as the two were walking on the college campus later that afternoon. "Get her?" Beck let out another laugh. "That was your whole plan, 'Get her'?" Beck took a brief pause. "Props for its scientific relevance."

"I guess I got overexcited," Andre suggested. "But do you know what we found? This could somehow be beneficial to the college."

"Beneficial how? We didn't get totally legitimate proof and nowadays everyone claims they got video proof of ghosts. The only way those stiffs at the college will believe us is if we capture a real ghost."

Robbie met up with his associates. "Gentlemen, I may have the solution to our problems."

"And I believe a girlfriend will be the solution to your problems."

"Ha, ha Beck. After going over these readings I think we can definitely capture a ghost and hold it indefinitely."

"Why do you keep using big words now?"

"You serious though? You're serious about bustin' ghosts and capturin' 'em?" Andre asked Robbie for clarification.

"I'm always…well, almost always serious," Robbie confirmed.

"Robbie, I'm gonna take back some of the things I say about you behind your back." Beck pulled a piece of chocolate out of his pocket. "I know it's a bad idea to give you sweets and snacks, but you've earned this chocolate."

"I've earned it?" Beck nodded and Robbie greedily took the sweet. "Wait, how did I earn it?"

"You have just given me a fantastic idea on getting some serious fundage. Come on; let's head back to our office." Beck led the group back to their building as Robbie devoured the chocolate. "This discovery of ours could not only get us some major bucks in grants and junk, but a potential in Nobel prizes for us."

"If by us you mean me and Robbie," Andre interjected. "We're the ones who worked on the equipment and know how ghosts work and all that jazz."

"Okay getting off the subject of prizes and money; why else is it a big deal to catch a ghost?" Beck asked as he opened the door to their offices, completely ignorant to Luther the Janitor removing the names off the office door.

"The possibilities are endless and-oh, hey Helen," Andre was the first to notice Dean Helen in their office amongst other men moving their equipment.

"You moving us to better offices or something?"

Helen made a disapproving sound. "You gentlemen are being moved off campus."

"As in fired?"

"This college won't continue to fund for what you guys supposedly teach, and especially how you teach," she glared at Beck.

"Yeah, but the kids love us."

"When you say fired," Robbie began, "this goes for Dr. Harris and me too?"

"If I can even consider you guys doctors to begin with, and yes you're both fired too."

"This is a major setback," Andre lamented to Beck as they were leaving the campus grounds. "I liked working for the college. I mean they provided us with grants and funding and we barely had to produce anything. How we gonna survive in the real world?"

Beck stood up and put his arms around Andre's shoulder. "Andre my man, I firmly believe everything happens for a reason and that perhaps we were destined to get thrown out of that community college."

"Why?"

"So that you, Robbie, and myself can go into business for ourselves."

"Become like…ghostbusters or somethin'? Bustin' ghosts and catchin' 'em as a business thing?"

"That was my Plan B."

"Well, we could. But if we're gonna contain the ghosts we're gonna need some heavy duty equipment and some serious fundage- not to mention a place of business. Where are we gonna get the money for all that stuff?"

Beck put his hand to his chin in thought. "You got a Plan C I can borrow?"

…

An eager looking Beck held the doors at the bank open for a sullen looking Andre as Robbie focused himself on a new gadget. Beck put his arm around Andre's shoulder. "You're not gonna regret this, Andre."

"My Gramma left me that house!"

"You're not gonna lose the house; everyone has three mortgages nowadays. Look at it this way, now we're on the verge of becoming professional paranormal investigators and eliminators. That sound fancy to you guys 'cause I'm thinking of getting business cards?"

"I have a question," Robbie interjected.

"Yes, we'll get our own individual business cards."

"As entertaining as that sounds I was just wondering where our place of business is going to be."

"Gotcha covered," Beck turned the corner and led the guys to a worn down abandoned firehouse with a 'For Sale' sign in the cracked window. "I set up a meeting with a realtor named Carl Gibbons and asked him to meet us here at one." Beck looked at his watch. "It's 12:58 right now." Beck opened the doors and met up with the realtor. "Carl Gibbons, I'm Dr. Beck Oliver, this is Dr. Andre Harris, and that's Robbie."

"You the ones that called about purchasing this place?"

"Yes sir."

"Alrighty then," Carl opened a binder. "You asked about what this place has to offer. In addition to a mass parking spaces the main floor provides you with an office, below the first floor there is an impressively large sized basement, upstairs there is space for sleeping in addition to a full kitchen."

"Any bathrooms?"

"One on the main floor and one on the second floor with a shower in the bathroom on the second floor."

"How much is this place?" Andre asked. Carl handed Andre a paper from his binder. "Dang!"

Beck looked at the price and whistled. "Seems pretty pricey for a 'unique fixer-upper'. Whaddya think Andre?"

"I think this building should be blown up or somethin'! We ain't livin' here!"

"HEY GUYS!" Robbie called them from upstairs. "There's a fire pole!" He slid down the pole. "It still works! This place is great; when can we move in?"

"Robbie!"

"You gotta try that pole!" Robbie ran back upstairs to repeat his actions.

Beck and Andre exchanged glances. Andre adamantly shook his head no while making 'Nah-uh' noises with his mouth closed. This was interrupted by Robbie's excited 'YAHOO!' as he slid down the pole and then proceeded to run upstairs and do it again.

Beck turned to Carl. "I think we'll take it."

The three of them watched as Robbie slid down the pole and ran back up the stairs to do it again. "I think you shouldn't have let Robbie have that chocolate earlier," Andre commentated.

…

A week had passed and a few miles away from the guys' new headquarters, Jade West got out of a taxicab, angrily paid the fare and past the police officers standing outside her apartment building to get onto the elevator and up to her place.

Almost reaching her destination, she was a little peeved when a familiar annoyance stepped out of his apartment. "Jade, it's you."

"What do you want now Sinjin?"

"I was just waiting for my pal to bring over my vitamins. You know I was just working out." He held up his scrawny arms. "It was supposed to be a twenty minute video, but I played it on high speed so I got a ten minute workout. Wanna come in for-"

"Not now, not ever freak." Jade tried to walk away.

"Oh okay, I'll take a rain check. Hey, I'm having a party to celebrate my first successful year as an accountant in a couple months and I've invited all my clients and even though you do your own tax return- which you shouldn't do- I really don't mind if you'd come over."

"How do you know I do my own tax return?"

"I uh-"

"I told you to stop stalking me!"

"I wasn't stalking you per say; I was just going over your records and what nots."

"Get lost Sinjin." Jade put her key into her apartment door as Sinjin still stood at her side.

"Oh and the creep down the hall phoned the manager about you leaving your TV on too loud."

Jade stopped what she was doing and angrily turned to Sinjin. "I didn't leave my TV on. Did you-"

"No, but I tried to get into your place to turn it off for you til I remembered you had the landlord change the locks. So I turned my TV up real loud too and…" Jade hurried into her apartment and slammed the door in his face. "…okay, see you later. I'd give you a call, but I think you changed your number too." He went back to his apartment, which he had inadvertently locked.

Setting her stuff down in the living room, Jade neglected to turn off the TV as the show went to a commercial break. On the (obviously cheap) commercial, were three men she didn't know dressed in weird uniforms and carrying some weird gadgets. The one on the far right was an African-American who's faced expressed a desire to not be filming, the one in the middle was an awkward looking nerd with huge Buddy Holly glasses, but the one that got her attention was the attractive looking one on the left with the gorgeous hair and sort of cocky demeanor.

Jade was watching the commercial as the black guy stepped forward, still a bit uninterested and with monotone asked, "Are you troubled by strange noises in the middle of the night?"

Next the nerd stepped forward and there was an obvious hint of shyness to him. "Do you experience feelings of dread in your basement or attic?"

And finally the attractive guy stepped forward as the nerd stepped back. "Have you or anyone in your family ever seen a spook, specter, or ghost?"

Now it was back to the guy on the right. "If you answered yes to any of these questions then pick up your phone anytime and call the professionals."

The number appeared on the screen as the three of them all stepped forward and said, "Ghostbusters, we're ready to believe you!"

"Cheap crocks," Jade turned off her TV and went into her kitchen to grab a bite to eat. On the counter were a few bags of groceries she neglected to put away. Going to the counter, she started to empty the bag to find some food. While there were mostly snacks, she did put a carton of eggs on the counter and brought the snacks over to her cabinet to put them away.

Not paying attention to the counter as she was singing to herself, she didn't notice the carton pop itself open. But when she heard the first egg crack, she took notice. The eggs were cooking themselves on her counter. "The fu-" her statement was cut short by what sounded like growling coming from the refrigerator. "I bet it's the stupid neighbor's cat again."

She opened the fridge and was more than surprised to find it on a red backdrop with a building in the center and clouds encompassing the oddly shaped (yet familiar) building. Suddenly a dog-like creature popped up in front of her. "Zuul," it appeared to say repeatedly. And it was only when it tried to physically attack her that Jade screamed and slammed the refrigerator shut.

I hope nobody minds that I did a little switcheroo. In the scene where they're touring the firehouse, Egon thinks the place should be condemned while Ray is excited by the fire pole and wants to move in. Here I made it so Andre (who I stated is more like Ray) doesn't want to live there while Robbie (who's supposed to be like Egon) was excited by the fire pole. I think my switch suited their characters more so if anyone was gonna ask me about that, there's your answer.