Disclaimer: Don't own any of the GBs, not making any money off of it either. As for the plot, yes I am in the gutter mentally more often than I'll admit, much less write. Don't expect it to become a habit. Due to some mild nudity, Adults Only please.

Peter, Locked Closet and Duct Tape Challenge Reply #1

By Icka! M. Chif

"That is IT!" Janine said, slamming her fists down on her desktop. The Ghostbusters had just gotten a call, in the form of a nervous young woman. Peter had been flirting with her almost non-stop since he had seen her and it was really grating on Janine's nerves. "Dr. Venkman, I'd like to speak with you for a moment. *Now*."

The other three Ghostbusters traded looks. They knew that tone of voice. It was like the nell of doom, Peter was about to get his arse handed to him on a platter. Peter, of course, was oblivious to this fact.

"Sure, Janine." He winked at the woman. "I'll be right back. Probably concerning another call." Peter got up and swaggered over to where Janine was standing next to the stairs. She quickly escorted him up the stairs, smoke almost pouring out of her ears.

A few minutes later, she came back down, a more pleasant, if not smug, look on her face.

"Where's Peter?" Ray asked, innocently going where angels fear to tread.

She smiled sweetly at him. "Dr. Venkman will be unable to go with you on this call. He's a bit tied up at the moment."

Egon and Winston traded worried looks. This did not look good for Peter's contiued well being.

"Ahh! Slimer!" Winston growled, covered from head to toe in slime from his effort to eat a candy bar in peace. Slimer merely snickered and floated off, happily munching on the candy. Winston muttered a few choice curses under his breath and headed for the linen closet to grab a towel. It was locked. Muttering a few choice curses at whomever had locked it, he removed the hinges and opened the door. He was surprised to find something else inside beside the week's clean linen.

"Peter! What are you doing here?!" Winston gasped, eyes wide.

Peter was strapped to the linen shelves with heavy amounts of duct tape, a gag in his mouth. That was to be expected for crossing Janine. What wasn't to be expected was the fact that Peter wasn't wearing a stitch on him.

"Man, you certainly did a number this time." Winston remarked as he walked up and pulled the sock out of Peter's mouth.

"Ya gotta get outta of here! Just get out of here and leave me!" Peter squeaked, eyes wide.

"What? Have you gone crazy Peter?!" Winston couldn't believe his ears.

"You didn't hear what she said she'd *do* if I got out!" Peter said earnestly. "Please, just put the gag back in and leave. -And don't tell anyone."

Winston shook his head, not quite believing what he was hearing. "Alright. You asked for it." He shoved the sock back into Peter's mouth. "Good luck."

With that, he grabbed a towel and went back outside. There was probably a really good story behind that one. But all things considered, it was one to ask much, much later. And from a safe distance.

Like California.

Or another planet.

Fin.

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