Jennifer

I tried to ignore the stares we were getting as Winston and I raced down the streets of New York. "Do we really have to ride in this hearse?" Winston asked me unsurely.

"Yes, we do. I have a feeling we're gonna need it."

Winston looked out the window at the engrossed onlookers pointing and yelling. I guess it had been a while since any of them had seen old Ecto. Plus, she was dusty and a little clanky after fifteen years of sitting in the firehouse unattended.

I'd broken into the firehouse to steal the Ectomobile. The Ghostbusters weren't allowed within ten feet of the old place, but I figured what the hell? We'd had already broken all the rules anyway. What more could Peck do to us?

I was seething. How dare he. How dare Peck lock up Egon and Ray? The two men I loved most dearly on this whole planet?

Egon. I'd hadn't gotten the chance to tell him. It was most likely that I never would. Everything depended on my plan.

About three hours later, we were standing on the steps of 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue, Washington, DC: the White House. "Jennifer, this is insane. You really think we're gonna be able to see the President of the United States?" Winston asked me incredulously.

I gave him a grin. "Of course we will, Winnie. He's an old friend of ours, after all. We'll just say we want to say hello and give him a kiss."

Winston shook his head. "And I used to think Venkman was the crazy one. Alright, so what's the plan?"

I hesitated, then shook my head and started walking inside. "I don't know."

"Look, you don't understand!" I exclaimed to the security guards about ten minutes later. "It's a matter of international security that we see the President immediately!"

"Yeah, yeah, you and every other nutball off the street," grumbled the head officer. "Now lady, you and your friend clear outta here pronto!"

"But...but...but I'm a voter! You're supposed to lie to me and kiss my butt!" I pleaded. "Please, we have to see the President! Please!"

"Ma'am, nobody sees the President unless you're a government official or some poor little tyke with cancer. Now if you two don't leave this minute-"

"Tell the President," Winston spoke up, "'Who ya gonna call?'"

The officer gave him a funny look. "What? Do I look like a messenger boy or some-"

"Just tell him." Winston's voice was amiable, yet commanding. "He'll know."

The officer sighed. "I can't believe I'm saying this, but...alright."

He turned and walked away, shaking his head. I turned to Winston, astounded. "How the hell do you do that?"

Winston shrugged. "It's a gift."

"I'll say," I muttered.

Lenny

It had been a rather peaceful day in the Oval Office. No stressful press conferences, no annoying foreign dignitaries to deal with...not even so much as a new bill to sign. A very rare day in my book.

But that was all about to change in the uttering of four little words.

One of my secret service men marched in, looking stern and official as usual. I didn't much like them, they made me kind of uneasy. "Yes?" I asked.

"Sir, you've had a message from one of the downstairs security guards."

I nodded. "Send him in."

The SS agent stepped out and came back in, this time accompanied by a harried looking guard. "What's happening?" I asked.

"Your Excellency," the guard said, sounding a little dumbfounded. "This is gonna sound a little ludicrous...but there's a couple of people downstairs are insisting to see you. They say it's a matter of extreme importance."

I raised an eyebrow. "They seem dangerous?"

"Uh-uh. They seem like they're alright, Sir. I just had this feeling in my gut that you should see 'em, and I gotta tell ya, my gut's never steered me wrong before."

I sighed. "Look, they're probably just some crazy peace activists or something. They usually are. Tell them if they have an issue with the way I run my country, take it up with their local congress first." I turned my swivel chair around to face the window.

"Yes, Sir." The guard nodded and started to back out, then paused. "There's something else too, Your Excellency. One of 'em said to tell ya something like 'Who ya gonna call' or something."

I whirled back around. "They said what?"

The guard shrugged. "Yeah, one of 'em said 'Who ya gonna call?' Said you'd know what it means."

I did know what that meant. All too well.

I remembered what the former President, Bill Clinton, had told me just before I'd taken office. "Son, sometimes you're gonna have some hard decisions to make. If you've really got the makings of a good President, you'll be able to hear that little voice in the back of your head guiding you. If you follow that voice, you'll always make the right decision."

Of course, I had thought at the time that he was just drunk again. But now, I could see what he talking about. I wasn't sure if I should trust the voice though. It apparently had guided Billy to "have sex with that woman."

I sighed, knowing I was going to regret what I had to do here. "Let them come in." Just PLEASE don't let it be Venkman.

Fortunately, it wasn't. It wasn't even those those two geeks who never spoke plain English. It was the normal ones, Winston Zeddemore and the girl, Jennifer Colby. I inwardly let out a sigh of relief. But I was still apprehensive. It was still the Ghostbusters, after all.

"Alright, this better be pretty damn important," I said.

"Oh it is, President Hines," Winston spoke up. "It's about our friends, Ray Stantz and Egon Spengler."

"Mr. President, do you have any idea as to who is running your CIA?" Jennifer asked.

I paused, a little embarrassed to admit I didn't. "I thought not," Jennifer nodded. "Sir, do you know why the Ghostbusters broke up back in '91?"

I shrugged. "I assumed you'd just gotten tired of the whole charade."

"No, that wasn't the reason at all. We were forcibly shut down by the head of the CIA..." she paused for effect. "Walter Peck."

My head snapped at the name. "What? That EPA idiot is running my secret service?"

"Yes Sir, Mr. President," said Winston. "And now he's arrested Ray and Egon."

"Sir, you're the only one who can get Peck to release our friends," said Jennifer. "You have to do something!"

I shook my head. "Look. I can't control what rules Peck makes up. If he's head of the CIA, then he's got every right to lock your friends away."

"But they didn't do anything wrong! There has to be some way to get them out!" Jennifer protested.

I sighed. "I'm sorry, Dr. Colby, but there's nothing I can do."

Suddenly, there was a loud bang outside the door. "What the?" I muttered.

Suddenly, an ax passed through the double doors.

A ghostly foot stepped through the hole, followed by the rest of a man's body. He had curly white hair pulled into a ponytail at the back, and he was wearing a three-cornered hat and a long black coat over colonial looking clothes.

"George Washington!" exclaimed Jennifer. "He's a ghost!"

"I cannot tell a lie..." moaned George. "I'm going to kill you all!"

He swung the ax at us. "Aaaah!" I cried as the ax came three inches from shaving my face off. I sprang out of the way. "Help! Do something!" I cried.

Jennifer shrugged. "You scratch my back, I'll scratch yours, Lenny."

"Alright, alright! I get your friends released! Just get rid of him!" I yelped as George took another blow toward my head. "Yipe!"

Jennifer grinned at Winston. "Told you we could convince him."