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Crush

By Icka! M. Chif

She was so pretty. She sat there, curled up in her favourite spot, the beanbag chair by the window as she read a book, oblivious to everyone and everything else. He sighed. She'd never notice anyone like him; he was just a slacker as far as she and the rest of the team were concerned. Good for nothing except eating and watching the television. Even though he'd saved their lives on several occasions. She sighed contently as she turned the page. She reminded him of one of the ghosts they busted. She looked like a pale wraith, emerald eyes sparkling like hellfire as she devoured the information on the page. Her ivory skin contrasted against her midnight tresses, which shone like stars where the sunlight streaming in from the window, glinted off of it.

Even her name sounded otherworldly. Kylie Griffin. It had such a pretty ring to it. And a Griffin he remembered, was a mythical creature, half eagle, half lion, often times shown holding the pearl of wisdom. How like her. If you hung around the firehouse as long as he had, you eventually learned a few things. He sighed again, inadvertently gaining her attention. She looked up; somewhat startled, then relaxed and smiled kindly as she saw who it was.

"Heya, Slimer. You bored?" She asked sympathetically.

He made a small non-committal sound and wandered off, leaving her to her book. Maybe Egon was doing something interesting in the labs.

Thanks to LesiWeird for the idea.

Praise You

By Icka! M. Chif

Nightshift again. Kylie sighed contently as she did her homework, comfortably curled up on the couch in the firehouse. In the background, she was vaguely aware of the radio Garrett had left on while he made a kitchen run. She normally preferred classical music, but found the more modern music tolerable in small quantities and low volume. However, it attracted her attention as the obnoxious DJ came on again. Reaching over, she turned up the radio.

"Heeey Night Peo-ple! Got a request for a goth chick Ky-lie who's hangin' out and studing after hours at the firehouse! Here's Fat Boy Slim 'Praise You' for Kylie girl!"

*We've come a long, long way together. Through the hard times and the good. I'd like to celebrate you baby, I'd like to praise you like I should-d-d-d-d-d-d... I'd like to Praise You!-*

She leaned back, her face a mask. It couldn't be. This was New York, there had to be lots of people named Kylie here. But what were the chances of another Kylie working late at a firehouse? There weren't *that* many firehouses for people to hang out at this late. Eduardo. It had to be. No one else she knew would dare to. Much less call her a 'Goth chick'. Right now, she wasn't sure whether to hug him or hurt him.

Upstairs, Garrett grinned as he set down the receiver. If this didn't set things off between Kylie and Eduardo, well, he'd think of something esle...

Tried Before

By Icka! M. Chif

"Ahhh! Slimer!" Garrett shouted as he pulled his hand out of the goo covered snack bowl. "That was my last bag of chips!"

Slimer snickered and floated out of hitting range as the rust-coloured haired boy glared at him. The goober knew Garrett couldn't really do anything to him for stealing his chips. Garrett growled in frustration, glancing around the room. His eye finally fell on an empty film canister. Too bad Slimer was too big to fit in it and ship to Timbuktu. He smirked as an idea hit.

"Hey, Slimer." He called, in a more relaxed tone. "How small can you make your self?"

Slimer thought about it for a moment then suddenly frowned. Garrett watched in amazement as the spud stuck his tongue out, then flew off cursing under his ghostly breath.

"Nice try, Garrett." Janine smiled. "Been tried before."

"What?" He sat up in mock innocence. "*I* wasn't trying anything."

Janine nodded. "Uh-uh." She snapped her gum and wandered off, a disbelieving look on her face.

"Dang it." He muttered, slumping down in his chair. Ah, well. It had been worth a shot...

The Fan

By Icka! M. Chif

"Psst. Ky, wake up." Eduardo gently shook Kylie's shoulder. She had fallen asleep on Janine's desk again in the middle of the night shift. She stirred, muttering. "Come on. Rise and shine, chica." He insisted.

Her arm shot out, smacking him across the face.

"Uh? What?" She asked; raising her head off of the desk, bleary eyed.

He rubbed his cheek where she had hit him, grimacing. "C'mon. I got something to show you."

She yawned, glancing at the clock. "Eduardo, do you know what time it is?" She growled.

"8 o'clock. Yeah. Where's Garrett?"

"He probably sacked out in the dining hall." She muttered.

"Good. Come on. Roland's meeting us in the living room. We gotta hurry."

"Mind telling me what this is about first?" She groused, rising from her seat and stretching.

"You'll see when we get Garrett." He grinned, quickly ushering her up the stairs.

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"This had better be good." Garrett growled as they crept softly toward the living room.

"It is." Eduardo whispered eagerly. They spotted Roland hiding in the doorway and hurried to join him.

"He's still there." Roland said quietly motioning for the other two to look. Kylie and Garrett did so.

"Egon's not watching what I think he's watching, is he?" Garrett whispered.

"Reruns of the old 'Murray the Mantis' cartoon?!" Kylie said incredulous.

Eduardo nodded. "Look. I think he's smiling."

Egon was, if only a little bit. He was sitting on the couch in his pajamas, watching the cartoon with obvious enjoyment. Slimer was curled up contently next to him, giggling every so often.

"I don't believe it." Garrett muttered. "Who would've thought ol' Egon was a fan of Saturday Morning cartoons?"

Fin.

He is! He is! Ray got him hooked! *Giggle!*