Closet Act

By Icka! M. Chif

"Hey, Garrett." Kylie called walking up the stairs to the second story of the Firehouse. "You seen either Egon or Janine?"

Garrett shrugged. "Nope." He was lounging next to one of the broom closets, reading a book. Something about it struck Kylie as odd. He normally wasn't the type to just hang out reading. She paused, crossing her arms.

"What are you up to?" She asked.

Garrett shrugged again, casually turning a page. "I'm working on a recipe."

"What kind of recipe?" Kylie asked suspiciously. It didn't smell like anything was cooking in the kitchen. He was up to something, she just knew it.

"Chemistry." Was his smug reply.

A crash in the closet accompanied by a muffled scream sounding suspiciously like Egon made her jump. A second crash ensued. "Egon? Wha-?" Janine's disoriented voice asked. More crashes followed.

Kylie glared at Garrett. He grinned back, obviously pleased with himself. "Let's just let it sit for and hour or two and see what pops up, hmm?"

Kylie shook her head. That was a mental picture she did NOT need. And just how did he get them in there in the first place-? "I'm not going to ask." She muttered firmly, turning and walking away. "I just *don't* want to know..."

Fin.

I don't wanna know either, and I wrote it!