OK. I realize it's been a long time since I did an update but I had a lot of trouble with the beginning of this chapter. I wrote other chapters around it but I needed this one and was torn. Do I make a man out of Ray or do I leave him the big old lovable man-child we all know and love. I finally came to a decision. I hope you all approve.

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"Anything else you need Egon?" Ray asked as he re-arranged a few items on Janine's desk.

"No, Ray. I appreciate you going all the way back to New York to get that for me."

"How's Disney World?"

"Don't ask Ray," Egon looked down at the child that had just crashed into his legs. The child looked up at him and giggled before dashing off. "Really, Ray. Don't ask!"

"You won't forget will you?"

"No Ray," he replied with a sigh. "It's the least I can do for you, after all. I'm next. I'll talk to you later; and thanks again."

Ray heard Egon disconnect his phone and looked up. He realized Elaine, who had accompanied him back to the firehouse, was no longer in the garage area.

"Elaine?" He stood up from Janine's desk and started to climb the stairs to the second floor. He peered into the kitchen before walking into the empty living room. He heard her footsteps up on the third floor and he climbed the iron staircase to the third story.

Ray found her standing in the bunk room staring around. "Elaine?"

She turned and shot him a smile. "So which one is yours?"

"Uh...that one." Ray replied pointing towards the first bed on the left.

"The one with the t.v. on the end, huh? I should have guessed." Elaine kicked off her shoes and flopped down on the bed putting her hands behind her head. "You just gonna stand there or are you going to join me?" She removed her right hand from behind her head and patted a spot on the mattress beside her.

"Oh." Ray proceeded to turn a bright red. "Okay then." He sat gingerly on the edge of the side of the bed, staring at the doors to the hallway as if he were wishing he could bolt through them.

"Ray." Elaine sat up and holding herself up with her left hand she used her right hand to turn Ray's head in her direction. "Does this make you uncomfortable?"

"No, no!" He protested quickly. "It's just..." His voice drifted off as his eyes darted towards the corner of the room where the fire pole stood.

"It's ok, Ray," Elaine said, dropping her hand from his chin. "I get it. You just aren't as attracted to me as I am to you." She scooted to the opposite side of the bed and started to get up before she felt Ray's hand on her arm yanking her back down.

"No, Elaine. That's not it. That's not it at all! I've liked you since high school it's just...well..." He dropped his hand and stared down at the bedspread.

"Ray," she leaned backwards slightly and grabbed his hand. "are you still...you know?" He looked up, puzzled and watched as she lowered her head and raised her eyebrows. "Still a..."

Realization dawned on him of what she was trying to say and he blushed beet red once again. "NO! No, I'm not..." he cleared his throat before continuing, "but I'm not very...experienced."

"Ah!" She scooted closer to him and slid her hand behind his head. "Well, no time like the present to get a little 'on the job training then'".

His response was muffled by the press of her lips to his and as she wrapped her other arm behind his back and pulled herself closer to him. She felt his initial resistance relinquish itself and she slid her hands down his torso and up under the sweater vest he was wearing. As she started to pull his shirt out from the waistband of his pants he gave a soft moan but quickly pulled back and held her at arms length.

"No Elaine, we can't, not here!" His eyes still reflected the rush of lust he was still feeling.

"Why? Afraid someone will walk in on us?" She whipped his sweater off over his head and slowly started to unbutton his shirt. "Ray it's just the two of us here. Everyone else is far, far away. I know you're a sweet guy Ray but don't you ever want to be a little...naughty?"

Ray's face flushed again and as he stammered his answer she grabbed his face with both hands and planted a hard kiss on his mouth. When Ray started to respond she flopped backwards on the bed pulling him on top of her. As she was starting to move her hands down to his belt buckle the phone rang.

Ray's head shot up. "The phone is ringing."

"Ray, you're on vacation. You aren't even supposed to be here. Let the machine get it."

"But Elaine, what if it's an emergency."

"In your line of business isn't everything an emergency?"

"Well no, not everything."

"Great, well neither is this one."

"But Elai...mmph" She had grabbed his face and resumed kissing him. Below them on the ground floor the machine beeped and a heavily accented voice filled the garage area. Although Ray was occupied he did strain his ears to hear what the message was. He could only make out a few words.

"Ghostbusters...help...Presidente...Mexico..."

Ray's head shot up again."Mexico!"

"Ray!" Elaine groaned. "Just leave it!"

"But Elaine," he replied as he jumped up off the bed and walked over to the fire pole so he could hear the message more clearly. "I think it's from the President of Mexico...MEXICO Elaine!"

She flopped back on the bed and stared at the ceiling. Raising her hand, she extended her index finger and twirled it in a circle. "Whoop de doo dah."

Frowning Ray shot her a look and said, "I've got to find out what this message is about." As he wrapped himself around the fire pole and slid out of view.

Elaine sighed. "Which bed is yours Ray? Don't you ever want to be a little naughty, Ray?" She was mumbling to herself as she pulled herself off the bed and trudged over to the pole. "I knew I should have tried to jump him back at the house but oh no Elaine, you had to get fancy and be 'naughty'!" She cautiously grabbed hold of the pole. She had never slid down a fire pole. "Ok girl, here's hoping you don't fall off...or chafe yourself."

When she reached the ground floor Ray was replaying the message on the answering machine.

"Ghostbusters. We need your help. My name is Julio Perilla. I'm calling from the office of the Presidente de Mexico. We have been receiving reports of a man who flashes a smoky mirror at people. After the people are shown this mirror they begin to start fights. Rioting in Mexico city is getting out of hand and someone dressed as a Jaguar is destroying holy relics and temples..."

Ray was furiously taking notes as the message continued to play. He was shaking his head and muttering, "mirror, jaguars, riots, this is great. GREAT!" When the message finished he popped up out of Janine's chair and started sprinting towards the stairs.

"Um Ray. Pardon me for being a skeptic, but none of that sounded very...ghostly to me. Sounds more like the need to call in the Mexican army."

Ray had already reached the landing and he turned to face Elaine. "You'd be surprised just how much of our really BIG jobs have nothing to do with ghosts, Elaine; and I think this just might be another one!" He took the stairs two at a time with Elaine reluctantly following him up.

When she found him at the computer in the lab he was mumbling to himself. "What's that?" She asked peering over his shoulder.

"It's Tobin's spirit guide. I'm looking for anything in here that might even be remotely related to the message."

"Uh huh." She turned and headed back towards the stairs. "I'm going to call for a pizza. Anything special you want on your half?" When she didn't receive an answer she turned. He was still fooling with the computer. "Ray?"

When she still didn't receive an answer she rolled her eyes and headed down to the garage to use the phone.

Janine was awake before the alarm and decided she might as well get up instead of just laying around. She walked to the kitchenette and started to brew the coffee, then continued on to the bathroom.

Thinking about the dream she had a few nights ago the whole time she was in the shower; by the time she got out and toweled off she decided she was going to start making changes. She reached for the bag she had placed on the shelf over the toilet and took out the small container. Staring at it as she sat down on the side of the tub she finally squeezed her eyes shut. She was very squeamish when it came to her eyes. Merely watching someone blinking rapidly because they had something in THEIR eyes caused her own eyes to start tearing up. These things had been placed in the case at her optometrist's office and had yet to see the light of day. She grabbed the bottle of solution and quickly filled the two tiny trays. She then replaced the case on the bathroom counter and walked back into the kitchen to pour herself some coffee.

She came back and stood in the doorway, staring at the case. OH for the love of everything holy, just nut up and DO IT already! The voice inside her screamed. Janine quickly placed the coffee cup on the counter top and holding her breath; quickly inserted her contact lenses into the appropriate eyes. She blinked a few times while her eyes adjusted. Ok...not too bad. When she looked in the mirror again she didn't see the green eyes anymore, instead she saw blue. The blue her eyes had originally been before...well...before.

Step two I can't do myself, for that I'm gonna have to get my ass dressed and go find a place that can!

She quickly threw on a t-shirt and pair of shorts before slipping on a pair of dock shoes. She shoved her wallet and room key in her pocket and jogged out of her room. When she exited the elevator, the friendly young day desk clerk was typing at her computer. She looked up and gave Janine a huge smile. "Aloha Miss Melnitz."

"Aloha Alaula." Janine had reached the front doors but pivoted and sauntered up to the front desk. "Say Alaula...I want to get my hair done, I mean I want like...color or streaks or SOMETHING done to it. Where's the best place to go?"

"Well," the desk clerk leaned forward and dropped her voice. "the bosses will be pissed that I"m recommending a salon in another hotel instead of ours but...go out the doors and head towards the beach and on this side of the street is the Hilton. They have a salon there. BEST in Waikiki!" She leaned back and placed a finger to her lips before turning back to her keyboard and typing again. "And I don't know where you heard it from." She said with a smile on her face.

"Funny..." said Janine as she turned to head out the doors again. "I don't recall where I heard it either."

She was walking back from the salon, with copper-gold highlights in her hair. Suddenly she decided to swing by the KFC two streets over and get some chicken to bring back to her room when she came to a dead stop with a gasp. It can't be! It just CAN'T BE! She marched into the store and picked up the dress that was hanging on the rack facing the door. It's the dress from the dream. But this is SO not possible!

"It's beautiful isn't it?" the salesgirl asked coming up behind Janine.

"What kind of dress is this?" The red head asked holding it up against herself as she looked in the mirror.

"It's a modified holoku."

"Holoku?"

"It's original form was a loose fitting dress with no waistline. It had a high neck and long sleeves. As you can see this one is more fitted, it has only one shoulder and it has a slight train to it."

"A train! Really!" Janine pulled it back from herself and took a closer look at it. It was a slight train indeed, but it would definitely sweep the floor behind her.

"It's our last one too."

"OH! Well, knowing my luck it won't..." Janine searched inside for a label. "Holy shit it's my SIZE!"

The salesgirl laughed, "well try it on;" she said as she steered Janine towards the dressing room.

Janine pulled the curtain closed behind her and quickly doffed everything but her underwear. She pulled on the gown but couldn't zip it up. She called out to the salesgirl, who quickly zipped up the gown for her. It fit like a glove! After turning every which way in front of the mirror Janine asked the salesgirl to unzip her and she changed back into her own clothes. After hanging the dress back on the hanger she grabbed a hold of the price tag and gasped at the price. That was A LOT of money to spend for a gown she may only wear once while she was here and possibly never again. Janine was about to hand the dress back to the salesgirl and leave the shop when she heard the voice in her head say "if you want it..."

"Do you take Visa?" Janine asked as she placed the dress on the counter.

He had finished dinner and decided to end his day as he had started it; at the bar. After this vacation he'd be surprised if his liver didn't hand him a change of address form.

He was still in a bad mood over his conversation with Janine. Of course he knew that nothing could ever stay the same forever, but that logic still wasn't helping his mood. He was dreading going home, because he thought that he would get the blame for chasing her off. She had said she'd talked to Winston already, but what would Egon think? And Ray! Oh MAN! he thought as he took another long swallow of his scotch. There's a conversation that's going to go over like a turd in the punchbowl!

He had been staring into the bottom of his glass as he pondered all this, and when he looked up his mouth dropped open and he had to do a double take. It can't be, he thought. There's just no fucking way possible...

There was a willowy red head walking along the beach. It was hard to make out her features as the setting sun was behind her, but she was about Janine's height and weight, but something wasn't quite right...Her hair. Peter mused silently. This woman's hair was half way down her back, not shoulder length like Janine's and her breasts...they were bigger than Janine's.

When had he started noticing Janine's breast size? He wondered, as he watched the woman approach the bar and order a margarita. Now he could see that her eyes were blue. The same sapphire blue that Janine's used to be...

Oh, what the fuck!

Peter, furious that he couldn't seem to think of anything else but his damn secretary for the past 24 hours slammed his glass down on the bar and stomped off towards the dance floor that was set up on the sand. He stayed in the shadows and watched all the people laughing and dancing as he listened to the d.j. play the latest dance music. He leaned up against a nearby palm and let his eyes roam over the crowd.

"Do you not dance?" The voice, coming from behind him, caused him to jump slightly and jarred him out of his reverie.

He turned to find the red head from the bar standing there. "Huh?" He asked.

"You are standing here alone." She stated in a soft accent that belied that she was a native and not a visitor. "You do not join in, but stand at the edge of the fun. Do you not dance?"

He found himself staring into those blue eyes and found he was having trouble forming a complete thought. "Uh no." He finally managed to squeak out before he cleared his throat. He started to back away towards the hotel. "No, I'm not really much of a dancer."

She advanced towards him as he kept backing away from her. "Would you like for me to show you how to tango?"

"Tango?" There was something very disconcerting about this woman, but he couldn't put his finger on it. "You know, I'm not really a tango sort of guy, and I've got things to do, babies to kiss, that sort of thing. So if you'll excuse me..."

He turned and headed quickly towards the side entrance of the resort. He decided he'd spend the rest of the night with the t.v. and the mini bar in his room. And try to forget that woman who, even though he'd probably never see her again, was making him feel very nervous.