Beck finished putting up the 'Ghostbusters' banner and climbed down the ladder as what looked like a hearse pulled up to the firehouse. Beck whistled as he looked at the car. "A 1959 Cadillac Miller Meteor limo-style end loader combination car; commonly used as an ambulance conversion."

Andre stepped out of the car looking confused. "Say what?"

"Some people just call it a Cadillac ambulance." Beck got a look at Andre's face. "I know my cars."

"I just got it 'cause it seemed big enough for all our stuff."

"How much was it?"

"Not much, just $4800."

"Okay, what's wrong with it?"

Andre pulled a mini notepad out of his pocket. "The salesman guy said it needs suspension work…and shocks…and brakes, brake pads, linings, steering, locks, transmission, rear end…maybe new rings…and a muffler…plus a little wiring. At least that's all I got on my notepad. I figure you're the mechanical one out of us and you know 'bout all this junk."

"That I am. Well, I guess I can do all the fixing stuff, I'm sure Robbie can update or invent some working equipment- he is the inventive one out of us you know.

"Hey Beck, can I use your car to get some dinner? I'd take this one but…you know."

"Why don't you order delivery? I'm gonna go see how our new secretary's doing." Beck walked into the firehouse and up to what they had set up as a receptionist desk. Sitting at the desk reading what looked like children's comic, a bubbly redhead was laughing with delight. "Cat?"

Cat looked up at Beck. "What?"

"Did we get any calls?"

Cat took a pause as if to think and then responded with, "No."

"Any type of messages?"

Again with the pause. "No."

"So no customers in general?"

"Nope!" She looked at him with wide eyes. "I'm doing this thing right, am I?"

"That you are. And that employment agency that recommended you was right when they said you were special." Cat giggled. "Could you do something secretarial; we are paying you."

"Like what?"

Beck sighed. "I'll be in my office."

"But how we'll I know if I'm doing something secretarial?"

"Are you our secretary right now?" Cat nodded. "There you go."

"Yay, I'm helping!"

"Cat!" there was some pounding underneath her desk.

"Oops, sorry Robbie," she scooted her chair back as Robbie arose from under her desk. "You were so quiet I kinda forgot you were there."

"People have been prone to forget my existence."

"I wouldn't forget your existence Robbie," Cat had a sort of flirty tone to her.

Robbie, sort of oblivious that she was making a move on him, cleared his throat. "Well, thank you I appreciate that. Okay the computer's all fixed so if you want you don't have to sit here and read…unless you like reading then that's cool too."

"I do like to read, you're real observant. Do you like to read?"

"Yeah, but print is dead. Everything nowadays is online or on some electronic device."

"I think reading makes me seem more smarterer."

"I believe you mean smarter or more smart," Robbie corrected.

Cat giggled. "You know so much about lots of stuff."

"Thanks."

"But reading's not like a hobby of mine. I like other things too. I like going shopping, and acting, and singing, and I know how to juggle. Do you have any hobbies?"

"I collect spores, molds, and fungus; does that count as a hobby?"

"Um…okay."

"Hey, if you want I can show you my favorite bacteria exhibit at the museum."

"Like a date?"

"Date?"

Cat leaned in close and batted her eyes. "Uh-huh!"

"How about the nineteenth?"

She sat back a bit defeated. "Sure Robbie, that sounds fun."

"I'll go get you a brochure…after I go perfect our equipment. This might take a while so maybe you should do some more reading." Robbie headed into the basement.

"He'll come around eventually," Beck's voice startled Cat.

Cat turned to look behind her. "I thought you said you were in your office."

"Cat, it's not a legitimate office. It's just a swingy gate behind you and me at a desk in the center of the area. It's right behind the big file cabinet behind you, remember that."

"KK."

"And I meant what I said about Robbie. He's one of those workaholic types of nerds who don't know what an actual date is. I think you're the closest he's ever come to a female relationship he'll ever get and if you give him a little time I'm sure he'll-"

"-thanks Beck, but I'd rather not talk about this now. I'm supposed to be doing secretarial stuff."

"Good girl." Beck turned to enter his office and put his feet up on his desk to get comfortable.

But would it last long? Jade West approached Cat at the receptionist desk and Beck took definite notice of the potential client. "You're the secretary chick?"

"I'm Cat," Cat let out her hand for Jade to shake.

Beck jumped over the gate and took hold of Jade's hand before the girls had a chance to make formal acquaintance. "Hello," he was about to kiss Jade's hand but she pulled away. "I'm Dr. Beck Oliver; how may I help you?"

Jade scoffed. "And you call yourself a ghostbuster?"

"No, he calls himself Beck," Cat interjected.

"Thank you, Cat," Beck sarcastically thanked. "Why don't you get back to secretary stuff while me and the guys meet with our new lady friend?"

"KK!"

…

The rest of the Ghostbusters had joined Beck and Jade in a room upstairs that appeared to be a laboratory. As Jade was explaining what happened, she was hooked up to a lie detector as Robbie watched the polygraph results. "So this thing says 'Zuul' or something and the thing's acting like he's gonna come out and attack me so I slammed the fridge shut."

"Generally you don't see that kind of behavior in a major appliance," Andre commentated. "So whaddya think it was?"

"If I knew what it was I wouldn't be here you idiot!"

"Dang girl!"

Beck tilted his head toward Robbie. "What do you think Robbie?"

Robbie kept his eyes glued to a machine. "She's telling the truth- or at least she thinks she is."

"You're damn right I'm telling the truth you freak!" Jade defended. "I don't even think insane people would make up a story like this."

"The nutballs or attention seekers would," Beck inputted.

Robbie moved away from the machine. "I wouldn't rule out clairvoyance or telepathic contact either." He reached for a box of Cheeze-Its and sat beside Andre on a worn out sofa. Stuffing a handful of snacks in his mouth Robbie also said, "Or erased memory stored in a collective unconscious," but it sounded like, "O arathed mum'ry stowed in aflectviv unconshiz."

"This guy is a professional?" Jade questioned. "Look you crock I don't believe in anything you just said."

"Neither do I," Beck stood up from a worn out chair next to the sofa and walked over toward Jade. "And quite frankly I don't understand anything Robbie said either."

"Well," Andre began, "I could go to the Hall of Records and check out the building. For all we know the building has a history of psychic turbulence. There might be something in the structural details."

"And I could search for any record of Zuul in the usual paranormal literature," Robbie suggested.

"Gonna check Spates' Catalogue?" Andre asked with curious excitement.

"Thought I'd browse through Tobin's Spirit Guide."

"Ooh, good choice."

"Both good ideas boys," Beck complimented, "and I think I'll go take Ms. West back to her apartment and check her out." Instantly, Jade looked up and glared at him. "Er, I'll go check out Ms. West's apartment with Ms. West. You guys know what I meant."

…

As Jade unlocked the door to the apartment, Beck was at her side. "You should probably let me in first; in case something happens, I want it to happen to me."

"Good," Jade opened her door and Beck stepped in first.

Using some sort of device he brought in with him, Beck was searching her living room. "There's a lotta space here; it's just you?"

"What's it to you?"

"I'll take that as a yes." Beck opened the door to Jade's bedroom. "This your bedroom?"

"No shit, Sherlock. But nothing ever happened in there."

"Hmm, such a shame."

"Can the sex jokes asswipe."

"Now I see why nothing happened in the bedroom."

"Here's an idea: since I saw the thing in the fridge, why don't you go examine the fridge 'Doctor' Oliver?"

"Aren't you a ray of sunshine?" Beck and Jade went into the kitchen. "I see you didn't clean up the egg mess," Beck noticed.

"I've been too freaked to stay at my apartment!"

"No excuse for a messy counter."

"Just check the damn fridge."

"I was about to; geez, you're impatient." Beck went over to the fridge and opened the door just enough so he could peek inside. "Oh my God," he whispered.

"What?"

"OH MY GOD!"

"WHAT?"

Beck opened the door and moved to the side to display what he saw. "Look at all the junk food."

Jade stormed over to the fridge. "Oh come on! None of this was here when that freaky dog monster was in my refrigerator yesterday."

"Well, I'm not getting any readings or indications of paranormal activity."

"Then maybe you're not using your…your thing correctly."

"Oh believe me; I'm using my thing correctly."

"So there's some monster in my kitchen or I'm completely crazy."

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

"Well that makes me feel so much better," Jade sarcastically remarked as she went back into the living room.

"I am qualified you know," Beck followed, "and I seriously believe that something actually happened here."

"Oh please! You just came here to see what you could get off me."

"Partly true. Listen, I'm the chairman of what I believe is the largest paranormal removal company, at least in Los Angeles and I do believe that something paranormal happened here and I want to help. I'm gonna take your case and I'm gonna solve it."

"How do you plan on doing that?"

"I'd like to stay here overnight."

There was a slight pause as Jade glared at him. "Get out."

"And then she threw me out her life," Beck sarcastically lamented in third person as he went to her door. "But know this Jade West; Beck Oliver is on your case."

"That's what I was afraid of."

"And mark my words you're gonna say 'Gee Beck Oliver is a guy who gets things done and I wonder what makes him tick'."

"Hell would freeze over if I ever said that."

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

"Yeah, you wish."

"Oh, you're gonna be thinking about me."

"I'm going to be thinking about bad things happening to you."

"Still counts."

"Out!" Jade tried to push him out of the door, but he kept it open with his foot. "What now?"

"No goodbye kiss?"

"Kiss this!" Jade charley-horsed Beck and slammed the door in his face once he backed away in agony.

As this transpired, Sinjin exited his apartment and noticed Beck in agony with his hands around his groin. Beck made eye contact with Sinjin. "Hi."

"Um…I don't think I want to know," Sinjin tried to get back into his apartment, but the door was locked. "Not again!"

…

Later that night, the boys were sitting around the small dinner table drinking beers and eating pizza. "Boys, let's make a toast," Beck raised his beer can, "to our first customer."

"To our first and only customer," Andre commiserated as he and Robbie clinked their cans with Beck's.

"Hey Andre; I wanna keep tabs on our customer and I was wondering if I could get some cash so I could take Miss West out for a while and you guys can work on her case."

"Sorry, the last of my cash went into the pizza- I mean this week's dinner."

"Then I suggest you eat slowly."

"There's something else to celebrate," Robbie began, "I finished modifications for our car including a working siren. I thought we should call the car Ecto-1 and I got a personalized license plate with the last of my cash."

"Good to know, Rob."

Meanwhile on the first floor as Cat was playing with pencils, the phone rang. "Hi, this is Cat," she greeted. "Yeah, this is the Ghostbusters' number, but I'm not a ghostbuster, I'm Cat…well I'm pretty sure they're serious but most of the time they're funny…ooh you do…you have..." Cat gasped, "that sounds scary…KK I'll tell them, but how are they supposed to find you guys…ooh yeah, I should get your address…" Cat used one of the pencils she was playing with and wrote on a nearby piece of paper, "what does that word mean…oh okay, thanks for calling." Cat squealed with delight. "WE GOT ONE!" she pushed a button on her desk and alarms in the firehouse went off.

Upstairs, the guys seemed confused. "One what?" Andre asked.

Suddenly a realization hit all of them. "A CALL!" Quickly, the three of them raced to the fire pole, then to a set of lockers where they had uniforms. Once they were all set, they packed what they needed into their new fully equipped, and completely redone Ecto-1 and hurried off to their first official ghostbusting.