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Getting Carried Away

By Icka! M. Chif

Zap! The trap slammed shut trapping the ghost inside.

"Yeah! We are good!" Peter cheered as they holstered their guns.

"That's one ghostie I'll be glad to see put safe and sound in the containment unit." Winston sighed, relaxing a bit.

Ray grinned at them, knelling down to pick up the trap. His expression rabidly faded as he rested his hand on the ground.

"You guys feel that?" He asked, almost puzzled.

The other three tensed, starting to feel the vibrations through the soles of their boots.

"Yup." Winston reached for his blaster as the vibrations grew into a low rumble.

Egon frowned, waving his PKE meter in the air. "These readings are highly inconsistent with normal ectoplasmically-based PKE valences." He announced.

"What?"

"It's not a ghost."

"Oh."

"Then what is it?!"

They froze, scanning the area as the rumbling became louder. Finally, in the distance, they could see a cloud of dust rapidly approaching them.

"Hold it!" Peter called, holding up a hand and relaxing. His teammates looked at him in confusion. "I'd recognize that sound anywhere!"

"What is it?" Ray asked.

Peter grinned. "A crowd of adoring fans thronging to congratulate us on another victory!"

It was indeed, a screaming crowd of women, none of them looking displeased to see them. In fact, quite the opposite. A little too enthusiastic almost. Egon swallowed nervously as he thought he spotted a familiar redhead leading the charge.

"I've got a bad feeling about this..." Winston whispered, backing up a step.

Egon and Ray nodded, also backing up. "Run?"

Too late, the cloud of women was upon them. A brunette in front of the pack raised her arm, pointing at the four Ghostbusters. "Get 'em!" She shouted.

"Ladies!" Peter threw his arms out, a huge smile plastered on his face. He vanished from view as the crowd of fan girls swallowed him up admist their masses.

When the dust settled, Peter was still standing there, arms out stretched, grin still plastered to his face in the same spot he had been, a little bit dustier for wear, but otherwise untouched.

Winston pulled himself up off of the pavement, face covered in various shades of red lipstick. "Everyone okay?" He asked, zipping up his jumpsuit, which had some how fallen open.

"I believe so." Egon groaned from a doorway, several feet away. He staggered out; face untouched except for a large pink mark on his mouth and his hair a mess. However, his uniform was missing, leaving him standing there in his white boxers with pink polka dots. He didn't seem to notice as he made his way unsteadily over to them.

Peter glared at him, crossing his arms and pouting.

"Hey, we're shy one." Winston said, looking around. "Anyone seen Ray?"

They glanced around. There was no sign of their youngest team member, not even a shoelace.

"Some people have all the luck." Peter sulked.

Fin.

This fic is all AnneL's fault, she's the one who started it rolling on chat one night. She's also the brunette shouting "Get 'em!" Thank you for letting me do that! I don't own her. (see disclaimer.) Also thanks to ElectrowolfX and Dave199. Anyway, send comments, funny faces and any flames to icka_IMP@hotmail.com Don't send the flames to 'Wolf, Dave199 or AnneL they’re all nice people and I want them! Please do not redistribute without permission, not to be taken orally, have a nice day!

Not bad for a first RGB fan fiction, eh? ; D