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Tag

By Icka! M. Chif

"Peter! Peter! Wake up!" Ray's enthusiastic voice cut through the hazy fog of sleep that permeated Peter's brain.

"Huh? Wazza?" He said intelligently, groggily opening one eye. For Christssake, why couldn't they just let him sleep?

Ray grinned at him, childish delight shining in his eyes. "We got a day off! No phone calls! Isn't it great?!"

"Yeah, yeah. Great." He mumbled, pulling the blanket over his head.

Ray was not to be deterred so easily. "So, what are you going to do with your day off?" He asked brightly.

"Sleep."

"Oh." Ray got the hint and walked off. Peter promptly rolled over and went back to sleep.

Peter yawned as he came down the stairs. Janine was at her desk, diligently doing something as he walked up. He smiled to himself, sensing an opportunity for mischief. Casually, he sat down in the chair across from her and put his feet up on her desk. She glared at him.

"So, any calls for me?" He grinned.

"None." She growled, not looking at him.

"None?"

"None."

"Aw, man. What is a handsome single guy supposed to do then?" He griped, setting himself up for a tirade. "No calls, can't leave because we might get one and there's nothing for me to do!"

"You could try paying the bills on time for once." She remarked dryly, still not favouring him with a look.

He dismissed the idea. "And break tradition? Never! No, I think I'll just sit here until I think up something to do." He ran his hand down his chin, hiding a grin.

Janine sighed and rose, picking up some papers as she did so. She hesitated as she passed him. "Dr. Venkman?"

He looked up at her, expecting a biting comment.

She daintily tapped him on the shoulder with a finger. "Tag, you're it."

With that, she turned and walked off.

He watched her go, his mind blank for a second. What the heck had she meant by that?

Then the possibilities began to flood his brain.

"Lunch time." Winston sighed, sitting down with the sandwich that Peter had made, it had been his turn to make lunch. "Man, am I starved."

He'd been working on the Ecto-1 all day. And as much as he liked to work on the car, it was also nice to take a break every so often. After a glance that was second nature now, to make sure that Slimer wasn't in the area to steal his food, he bit down into the sandwich.

*crinkle*

That didn't sound right. Just was Peter putting into these sandwiches anyway?

He opened it up, peering at the sandwich's innards. mayo, mustard, tomato, lettuce, yellow paper, turkey- Paper?!

Puzzled, he pulled out the small rectangle of paper and unfolded it. In side was a short handwritten message.

'Tag! You're it!'

Then below that, in smaller print;

'No tag backs!'

Winston leaned back, musing. Tag, huh? He knew just what to do with it...

"How's it going, guys?" Winston asked, poking his head into the workshop where Egon and Ray were busy working away on some experiment or another. Egon made some sort of non-committal sound, his attention on what was in front of him. Ray looked up at him and grinned.

"It's going great, Winston! Wait until you see it when it's done!" He rapidly launched into a bunch of techno babble so quickly that Winston was lucky to catch maybe one word in three.

"That's great, Ray." He said, patting the younger man on the back. "Lissen, I just stopped by to make sure that you guys actually eat your lunch this time. I don't need Janine getting on my case because I didn't make you eat, got it?"

Ray grinned sheepishly. "Right."

"And no letting Slimer getting to it first."

"Alright, alright. I promise. I'll eat it right after I get these parts together, 'kay?"

"Alright. And try to get Egon to eat as well."

Ray grinned at him. "Sure, Winston."

Winston nodded. "Good. I'll check up on you guys later."

"'Kay." Ray turned back to what ever he was working on, oblivious to the outside world once more.

Winston smiled and snuck back out, his mission successful.

Egon noticed something odd on his younger colleague's back out of the corner of his eye. He adjusted his glasses and frowned slightly as he took a second look. "Ray."

Ray's head snapped up, a questioning look on his face.

"You have what appears to be a piece of paper taped to your back."

"What?" Ray reached back, patting his back trying to find what Egon was talking about. He found it and pulled it off. "Tag, you're it." He read out loud. "No tag backs?!"

Ray puzzled over it for a second, trying to figure out how it got there. Then he grinned, looking at Egon.

Egon gave him one of those 'don't-even-think-about-it' looks before to turning back to his work. Ray shrugged. It had only been an idea.

"Psst!" Slimer looked around for who ever was calling him. "Psst. Slimer! Over here!" He finally spotted Ray, who was leaning out of a doorway. Curious, he floated over.

Ray handed him a slip of paper. "Couldja stick this on Janine's chair, Slimer?"

The green ghost paused, wondering what he could get out of Ray in exchange. Ray knew this and smiled. "I'll give you a candy bar." He goaded.

Slimer nodded enthusiastically. Grinning broadly, he pulled out a candy bar and gave it to Slimer. Slimer ate it without taking off the wrapper, then floated off, paper in hand.

Janine stopped in her tracks as she neared her desk. It was green. Her chair had been slimed. Resisting the urge to growl, she walked up and saw the reason for the green goop. There was a small yellow handwritten note sticking to the goo, sticking to her chair. Scowling, she pulled it off the chair with a muffled 'splorp!' and read it.

'Tag! You're it! No tag backs!'

She couldn't help but to smirk a bit as she held the paper. Peter had taken her little joke and ran with it. And if she knew the guys, there would be one who was still untouched. Or had better be still untouched...

"Would you escort me out, Egon?" Janine asked sweetly as she pulled her jacket on at 6.

Egon paused a moment, sharing a similar look to a deer stuck in a car's headlights. It was just enough time for her to grab him by the arm and steer him out the door. He shrugged and followed her gamely, much to the amusement to his teammates.

She stopped suddenly as the door closed, causing him to bump into her. "Sorry." He apologized, taking a step back.

"It's okay. Here."

Pulling out a small folded slip of paper, she handed it too him. Puzzled, he unfolded it and read it.

'Tag! You're it! No tag backs!'

Janine pecked him on the cheek. "Have fun tonight, Egon." She purred mischievously, giving him a wink before walking off.

Egon stared at Janine's retreating back, his mind working overtime. The opportunities were endless...

Fin.

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