Authors note: This story timeline is based around 1991. I'm trying to keep things used in this story based on that timeline, but after 20+ years it's hard to remember what was and wasn't around at that time; so bear with me. I don't own any of the characters, I'm just borrowing them...

Also, I know there seems to be a lot of bad spelling in the final sequence of this chapter, but I have a few Hawaiian friends and their pronounciations are close to how I tried to make my character Kai sound, so just bear with me on that.

Vacation! Day 1

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Janine slammed her hand down on the snooze button. What the hell time is it? Rolling onto her side and opening one eye to look at the time. Uuuhhh 8 in the morning. Too early! Waaaayyy too early! Although it was only 8 am in Oahu it was actually 1 in the afternoon in N.Y. time. Janine tossed around this explanation as to why she should get out of bed but another part of her reasoned; but you were up at 3 am yesterday, then traveled 15 hours only to go out and party last night.

Oh last night! Her body and head ached in harmony. Once she had unpacked, she had left the hotel to explore her new surroundings; and then decided to go bar hopping last night to explore the nightlife. She had ended up at the tiki bar at the Outrigger, and that was the last thing she remembered. She sat up quickly and surveyed the room, thankful that she had somehow managed to make her way back to her hotel and that she WAS in fact, in her room.

Flopping back down on the mattress, she rolled her tongue along the roof of her mouth and smacked her lips a few times. EW! Morning after, regret mouth! She turned to look out the sliding glass doors that led to her balcony. She had forgotten to close the curtains when she came staggering in last night...and wait...she realized she was still on top of the bed and not under the covers. She looked down and saw that she was STILL in the same clothes she had been in more than 24 hours earlier. Ugh! Gross! She lifted up the collar of her shirt and sniffed. Whew! Do I need a damn shower!

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Janine's hand slammed down on the snooze button again and she slowly eased herself upright and out of bed. She toddled towards her balcony doors and opened them, stepping out into the already warm morning air. As she leaned against the railing she looked down on busy Kuhio Avenue watching as the tour buses vied against city buses for every inch of space in the snarl of traffic. The sun was just beginning to crest the mountains that faced her hotel and she closed her eyes and turned her face toward the sunbeam that was beginning to stream towards her.

15 hours of traveling to get to paradise and here I am all alone. Is it worth it Janine? Do you think this trip will make any difference, be life changer? Make the slightest bit of difference? She inhaled deeply and her nose caught the sweet, heady scent of the plumeria bushes in the courtyard next door. She exhaled with a whoosh and leaned her cheek on her fist, staring once again at the traffic mayhem below. Who knows? But it damn sure isn't going to start until I get my ass outta this room.

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"Dammit!" she muttered to herself, turning back towards her room. "All right, all right I'm up and heading to the shower," she said yelling at the insistent alarm clock. "I'm going already, shut up!" She yelled as the sliding glass door closed with a solid thump behind her.

Ah! Thought Peter as he took another swig of his beer. I could seriously get used to this, cold beer, hot women...he looked over the top of his sunglasses at the two shapely blondes just wading into the water...oh yeah.

He took another swig and leaned back on his lounger, basking in the warm sun. Suddenly he found himself in a hospital bed covered from neck to toes in that purple chemical goop.

"Here ya go Winston," a familiar Brooklyn accent drifted across the room. "Melvin, Dickens and Alan Parsons; as you requested."

"Hey thanks," Winston replied with a smile.

"Anything for me, Janine?" Peter asked. His hands tucked behind his head as he lay sprawled on the hospital bed covered with the purple gunk and a bathrobe. Janine walked over to him and stopped beside his bed. She stuck her finger in his face and said, "yes Dr. Venkman. I'm going to let you live..." she stooped over, bringing her face mere inches away from his own. "only because I know you're not going to enjoy it."

"Kiss me you fool!" He cried, a smirk on his face. He knew what was coming next. She was going to stand up and raise a hand to smack him only to be stopped from Ray's yell. But Janine didn't straighten up. Instead she put her hands on either side of his face and kissed him! At first he was in shock. This wasn't the way he remembered it happening, but when he realized she was still kissing him he placed his hands on her shoulders and pulled her down closer, returning the kiss. A small moan came from her throat and Peter deepened the kiss. He found himself becoming aroused, and he removed his mouth from her's to kiss her cheek, then her ear, moving towards her neck...

"Dr. Venkman", she sighed, placing her hand on his shoulder and giving him a slight shake. "Dr. Venkman..." she repeated.

"DOCTOR VENKMAN!"

"EEYAH!" shouted Peter, knocking over his beer while looking up into the face of the waiter who was shaking his shoulder and calling his name. The waiter jumped back as Peter sat up.

"I'm sorry to disturb you Dr. Venkman, but you dozed off and the sun shifted. I was afraid you might get burned."

"Oh, right..." Peter shook his head to try and regain his composure. "Thanks ah...uhh..." he snapped his fingers trying to remember the waiter's name.

"Roberto"

"Right, right. Roberto."

"If you'd like, cabana 6 is empty sir."

"What time have you got there Robby?"

"It's 4:30 sir."

"Ah, well then it's time to get ready for dinner and a little night life, huh Robby?" Peter stood up and gave the waiter a big grin, elbowing him as he wiggled his eyebrows.

"Yes sir, should I have your tab added onto your room bill?"

"Yeah Robby, thanks." Peter said over his shoulder as he started to walk back to the hotel. Just before he got to the doorway, he turned and looked back at his now empty lounger. Was I REALLY dreaming about...did I? Peter shook his head and headed inside. NAH! Couldn't have been!

Egon had his hip-waders on and was standing in the swampy water looking at the fungus that was growing on the side of the tree. Fascinating, he thought. This is the species of fungi that was responsible for releasing spores into the air, which in turn caused rashes, fever, sore throats and runny noses. For the most part it would be considered an attack of hay fever if not for the red bumpy rash that accompanied the other symptoms.

Egon scraped the fungus into his petri dish and sealed it closed. As he started to turn, his foot slipped in the oozing mud that covered the bottom of the river. He tried to grab a branch but his hand just missed. "WHOA!" He exclaimed as his foot slipped out from under him and he ended up sitting in the water.

"Hey you all right there Dr. Spengler?" His guide jumped out of the air-boat and came over to help Egon up.

"Yes, I'm fine Eric, although I now have 2 gallons worth of the Everglades INSIDE my waders."

"You need anything else from out here Doc?" Asked the guide as he and Egon made their way back to the boat.

"Yes just a few more samples and I'll be ready to go." Egon reached inside the air-boat and grabbed a few more petri dishes. As he turned, he slipped once again and the dishes went flying out of his hand. Sighing, he watched them slip out of sight beneath the muddy Everglades water. He reached back in his bag and took out a few more dishes.

"Maybe I should carry those for you Dr. Spengler." Egon handed them over to the guide. "Yes, thank you Eric." He started towards the tree line, slipping once again and landing face down in the river this time. Eric hurried over and grabbed Egon's arm to help him up again.

"You ok?" Eric asked the bedraggled and soaked physicist.

"Yes, Eric, nothing is bruised but my pride." He lifted his dripping hair out of his face, thankful that he hadn't lost his glasses. "It's not your day Egon," he muttered. "This really is NOT your day!" He slowly carefully started his slippery approach back towards the bank.

"Please Elaine! C'mon one hour! Just one!" Begged Ray of Elaine who was standing there with a crowbar in her hands.

"But Ray," she said gesturing to the half demolished room, "we've been working on this room for half the day now and we've barely made a dent!"

"I know!" he exclaimed, taking the crowbar out of her hands and placing it on the mantle. "That's why we need a break...so we can re-charge our batteries! Come on Elaine, it's just one hour." He wrapped his arms around her waist with a big grin on his face. "I promise you, you'll enjoy yourself!"

"Oh?" Elaine gave him a small smile, placing her hands on his upper arms and leaning back slightly. "And what happens if I don't enjoy myself?"

"Hmmm" Ray let go of her, and crossed his arms across his chest as he took a step back. "Well," his face took on a very serious look as he considered his answer. "well, if you DON'T have a good time then I'll never ask again. So how's about it Elaine?" He clasped his hands in front of him in a begging manner. "Please, please, please!"

Elaine looked around at the shambles that the room was in and then back into Ray's big brown puppy dog eyes. She felt a smile tug at her mouth as she finally relented. "Ok Ray, ONE HOUR, and then it's STRAIGHT back to work!"

"DEAL!" He yelled grabbing her hand and pulling her towards the front door. "Come on Elaine, hurry up," he cried as he yanked on his jacket and gloves. "I don't know how long this snow is going to last and we're missing out on some prime sledding!"

Elaine laughed as she shrugged on her coat and watched as Ray grabbed the sled and bolted out the front door. She had just put her hat on when Ray, half-way across the front yard turned back to yell to her.

"Come on slow-poke time's a-wasting!"

"Ray," she called, closing the front door and running after him. She waved an orange piece of fabric above her head as Ray set up the sled on the top of the hill. "Ray you forgot your hat!"

Ray grabbed her around the waist again and planted a kiss on her cheek. "Forget the hat, let's SLED, baby!" He turned her around and plunked her down on the sled before settling behind her and pushing off. "Now THIS is a way to spend an hour!" he shouted as the two disappeared down the hill.

Winston checked his map for the third time and looked up. He sighed in frustration. What am I, an idiot? He thought as he finally gave up and looked around for a security guard or some other staff member who could point him in the right direction. He started walking back the way he had come when he saw a woman in a navy blue bazer with a badge strung around her neck. Perfect, a docent. She'll be able to tell me where I need to go!

"Ah excuse me, ma'am?" He said as he approached the lady. She turned and smiled. "Yes?" she asked.

Winston stopped in his tracks. The woman looked to be about 30 and although she was clearly of African-American decent she was very light skinned with the most beautiful green eyes and straight brown hair. "Ah...um..." Winston had never been tongue tied, yet now he could barely remember his name, never mind what he had wanted to ask her!

The woman smiled grew wider as she asked, "are you looking for a certain exhibit."

"Ah...yes...YES! An exhibit," Winston said with a small laugh and a mental kick. "Yes I was wondering if you could ah...tell me where I can find the Tuskegee airmen exhibit."

"Certainly, in fact I'll do you one better, I'm headed in that direction, I'll take you there myself."

"GREAT!" Winston said a bit too eagerly. Tone it down, man! He chided himself and he gave the woman a nervous smile.

She stuck her hand out "I'm Emily."

Winston grabbed her hand. and pumped it. "Winston...Winston Zeddmore."

"Zeddmore, Zeddmore..." she said softly as they started to climb the stairs to the second floor. "Not a very common name and yet I seem to recall hearing it somewhere before, But I can't quite place my finger on...AH!"

She whirled to face him, finger in the air, just as the reached the mid-point landing. "From that movie...Ghost wranglers!"

"Ghostbusters." Winston corrected her.

"Right, Ghostbusters. So...you mean the movie was a true story? About you and the other 3?"

"Well, basically. I mean, they took some of the facts and threw in a bunch of other stuff to make it seem more exciting."

"Ah," she resumed their ascent up the stairs. "So...ghostbusting isn't exciting?" She asked him as they came to the top of the stairs and proceeded down a hallway.

"Well, it DOES have it's moments." Winston admitted with a little laugh. "Sometimes it's TOO exciting!" They cut to the left and walked about 50 ft. before she stopped.

"Well here they are...your Tuskegee airmen."

"Oh...well...thank you very much, miss...He looked quickly at the badge that was hanging from her neck. "Christian."

"You can call me Emily," she said, "and you're very welcome Mr. Zeddmore." She smiled and turned to walk away, then turned back. "Mr. Zeddmore?"

"Winston."

"Winston," she came back to stand in front of him. "I hope you don't think this too forward of me, but I must admit I'm curious about your profession. Would you be interested in having lunch with me? I get my break in an hour."

"Well...yeah" Winston grinned. "I'd love to have lunch with you."

"Meet you at the front entrance hall at noon?"

"Ah...yeah if I can find my way back there." Winston laughed sheepishly.

Emily took a pen out of her blazer pocket and took Winston's map from his hand. "You're here," she circled a spot. "You make a right here," she started drawing a line on the map. "down the stairs and then another right and that's the front entrance," she finished with another circle on the map.

Winston grinned again. "Well in that case, I'll see you THERE" he pointed to the end circle; "at noon!"

She turned and walked back down the hallway and turned left. "I'm looking forward to it." Her voice drifted back to him.

"So am I" he said softly before turning to the Tuskegee display. "MAN! You guys aren't just my heroes...you guys are my good luck charms!"

Janine was sitting on her beach towel with her knees drawn up to her chest and her arms around her legs. Her chin was resting on her knees while she stared out at the water on Waikiki beach. People were floating on rafts, surfing, standing on surf boards and paddling, wading in the surf and generally having a great time.

And here I am sitting on the beach doing NOTHING!

She sighed to herself. This sucked! Then do something about it! She chided herself. She had seen a catamaran further down the beach by the big pink hotel. Maybe they have a catamaran cruise or something. She stood up and shook out her towel before tossing it over her left shoulder and walking down the beach. Better than sitting here and doing nothing.

Before she got to the catamaran she saw a bunch of surfboards on a stand and some people that looked like they were practicing how to surf on land before getting out in the water. She saw a banner stretched across a tree, offering surfing lessons. She stood back and watched the people as the instructor showed them how to paddle out, then balance on the board before standing up and surfing.

"Hey sistah!" A good looking Hawaiian boy called out to her. "You wanna learn ta surf?"

"Oh no," she said holding up a hand and shaking her head. "I was just watching."

"So? Stop wachin' and get on da board."

Janine's eyes flicked out to the water and watched as two surfers wiped out. She looked back at the boy. "No, really..."

"Tell ya wat sistah," said the boy walking up to Janine. "You give me tree tries. You no surf by den, I give you da money back. What say?" he asked holding his hand out to her. Janine was about to refuse again when she stopped. Her eyes flicked from the surfers on the water to the boards on the sand. When the guys were in Hawaii...well except for Peter; Dumbass went to New Orleans for Mardi Gras after it was over. When Ray, Winston and Egon were in Hawaii, THEY never got on a surf board.

Do it Janine! She told herself. Do it because it's something you've never done. Do it because it's something THEY'VE never done. Do it because...because...because you CAN dammit!

Janine looked at the big smile on the boy's face, and the hand he still had extended to her. She smiled back at the boy and slapped her hand into his, gripping it tight. "Bruddah," she said, adopting the native slang, "You got yourself a deal!"

A short time later Janine surfaced again, coughing and sputtering, grabbing for her surf board and hanging on to it for dear life as Kaimana paddled his board up to her. "UGH!" she cried, "I can't DO this!"

"You promised me tree tries, sistah. Dat waz only two. Get back on da board!"

"No! No, I can't!" Janine was still clinging to the board; too tired to haul herself up on it.

Kaimana shook his head and tsk'd softly. "Too bad sistah. You promised me tree times. You fahfit da deal den." He shook his head sadly, "too bad. You did all dat work and came all dat way out here fa nuting. I taught you were tuffa den dat, sistah." He shrugged. "Guess I waz wrong."

Janine wanted to cry. He was right. She had tried so hard and she had been SO close last time, but she was tired. So tired! Kaimana had started to paddle back to shore. He turned and looked over his shoulder at her. "You comin' sistah?" he called back to her. She looked at him and then looked back out at the open water. One more time Janine, just one more time!

"No!" She yelled as she climbed back on her surf board and turned to paddle out towards the open sea. "NO! I'm gonna surf or die tryin!"

Kai laughed and turned his board around to follow her. "Now DAT'S wat I waz waitin' fa!"

"Ok sistah, now turn! Here it comes! Ok up ya knees! Thaz it! Now all da way up! YEAH! You got it! Go sistah, GO!"

So far she had managed to balance well. She had gone pretty far out with her paddling and thought for sure that huge wave was gonna knock her off her board but she was still up. The board started to wobble but she shifted to the left to balance it out.

"Yeah! You got it!" Kai screamed from somewhere behind her.

Holy crap! I'm halfway to shore! I don't know how long I've been up but I've surfed half the distance to the shore!

Just as Janine started to loose her concentration the board started to wobble again. Oh crap, oh crap, oh crap! She tried to counterbalance but she leaned left when she should have leaned right. The board flew out from under her and she tumbled head first into the Pacific. When she came up she fumbled to grab her board and dragged herself back onto it. As she got herself into a sitting position by straddling her board Kai came paddling up to her.

"See," he said laughing, "I told you; tree times. Always da charm!"

"I did it, didn't I!" Janine said with a breathless laugh.

"You sure did! You were up on dat board for almoz a minute."

"Seriously?"

"Ya, you did good sistah, real good! C'mon lez head back ta shore."

When Janine reached the shallows she climbed off the board and undid her ankle strap. Kai lifted her board out of the water and carried it back to the rack where the other boards were stacked. "Hey Kai? Thanks." She said as she held her hand out to him He grabbed it quickly and pumped her arm up and down. "Thanks a lot."

"Ah, I tol ya...surfin' is eazy."

"No, not just for teaching me to surf."

He let go of her hand and placed his hands on his hips. As he cocked his head he asked "Wha fa den?"

"For giving me a good old fashioned kick in the ass when I needed it!"

He threw his head back and laughed. "Hey, anytime you need annudah kick, you come back!"

She grabbed her towel off the branch of the tree where it had been slung and smiled at him over her shoulder. "I'll keep that in mind." She wrapped the towel around her neck and started off down the beach. She turned and cupping her hands around her mouth and yelled "HEY KAI!"

"YEAH!" He shouted back to her.

"WHAT'S IT MEAN? YOUR NAME?"

"KAIMANA IS HAWAIIAN FA POWER OF DA OCEAN!"

"IT FITS!" Janine grinned as she watched him throw his head back and laugh again; and as she walked back to her hotel she swung the ends of her towel around in small circles.