Disclaimer: The voices did it again! I hate it when they wont shut up while I'm trying to sleep! As per usual, don't own nothin', not making any moola and doin' it with out permission. Due to some mildly suggestive material, Adults Only please.

Authour's Note: This is like a RGB verson of my EGB story 'Closet Act'.

Peter, Locked Closet and Duct Tape Challenge Answer #two

By Icka! M. Chif

Ray ran up the stairs of the Firehouse, to the second floor, face light up like a mega-watt light bulb. He and Winston had just returned from seeing the latest sci-fi/horror flick and her could barely wait to tell Egon all about it. Instead, he found Peter casually standing in the hall, watching the upstairs closet.

"Hey Peter!" He grinned, running up to the lanky Ghostbuster. "Have you seen Egon?"

"Uh, yeah Ray. He's... he's a bit tied up at the moment." Peter remarked, glancing at the closet door.

"Oh." Ray's face fell a bit. "Well, have you seen Janine then?"

Peter scratched his chin thoughtfully. "I... *think* she's got her hands full right now, Ray. You might wanna take a reign check."

A muffled groan followed by a feminine gasp coming from the closet startled Ray. Curious, Ray moved to open it.

Peter held up a hand to stop him. "I wouldn't do that if I were you. It's locked. -From the inside."

Ray's eyes went wide as the sounds from the closet became rhythmic. Realization flashed across his face and he backed up a few feet. "Oh..."

Peter hid a chuckle, shifting his weight and inadvertently kicked something. He glanced at it, then leaned down and picked up an over half used roll of duct tape. "Hey! Janine had some left over!" He looked around grinning like a maniac. "Now where's the spud? Oh, Slime-er!"

Fin.

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