"Egon!" Janine Melnitz summoning shriek echoed around the firehall, sounding just outside the bunkroom's door. A moment later she burst through it, to find Peter Venkman blinking innocently at her.

Peter Venkman was 'never' innocent! Janine immediately knew something was up. "Have you been flashing people on the street below again?" she asked suspiciously.

"Janine! You wound me! It was only that one time, I swear!" Peter threw his hands up in defense. "After all, someone might have taken a happy snap if I did it too often. What if they put it up on the Internet, what would happen to my own pay per view web site then? Huh?"

"In your dreams, Venkman." The secretary drawled. Well, what ever he was up to, it was his problem. She had work to do, and it looked like Egon wasn't here.

"If you see Doctor Spengler, tell him his latest copy of 'Who's Who And What's That' turned up in the mail. It's late, I'm going home." She gave the room one last going over with her eyes before heading out the door.

"Sure thing!" Peter called after her, then hastily turned to open the window behind him.

"You pushed me out the window." Egon said, swinging his long legs inside.

"Onto a ledge, I pushed you onto a ledge." Peter clarified.

"No, out a window. Look." Egon pointed, so Venkman popped his head out and had a look. Jeez, the ground looked a lot further away than he had thought it was. And there was no ledge, just the frame and the smudge marks from the bottom of Egon's shoes where he had frantically dug in his heals to brace himself.

"Ah, I was thinking of the window on the other side of the building." Peter admitted calmly, unable to consolidate himself with the gibbering idiot who sprang to life in his head and screamed that he had just nearly killed his own lover!

"A window. You pushed me out of one. Me, you pushed 'me' out a wi..."

"I think we've got the idea." Peter interrupted him, trying to get off the subject as fast as possible. "But Janine was coming and you know she'd kill me if she ever found us kissing like that." He wrung his hands anxiously.

"Ah, so you don't want that to happen, then. Her finding out." Egon intoned, as if realising it for the first time.

Peter nodded at him warily. What was Spengler thinking? The blond eyed him speculatively before turning towards the door and cupping his hand to his mouth.

"Oh Janine!" Egon called, "Peter was molesting me again!"

"You wouldn't." Peter gasped.

"Out a window." Egon reiterated. They eyed each other, then both broke for the door at the same time. "Janine!" Egon yelled, but softly. Venkman appeared to be gaining on him and he had his tickling fingers out. A soft thump and the sound of uncontrolled giggling meant they had both made it to the couch when the capture was made.

The door to the closet next to Winston's bed cracked open a bit.

"They gone?" came Rays hushed voice from the interior.

"Looks like it." Zed pushed the door open fully and they cautiously stepped out. Once free they stood close together, their clothes somewhat rumpled, the front of their pant's undone.

"I don't believe Peter pushed Egon out of a window!" Ray looked at the doorway, from behind which shushing noises and giggles could still be heard, shaking his head in disbelief.

"Oh, I do, he's shit scared of Janine." Winston grinned knowingly, his own eyes wandering down to the front of Ray's decadently gaping pants. He could just see the top of white underwear peeking out. Cool.

"You wouldn't ever throw me out a window, would you Winston?" Ray used his best sex kitten eyes to look at his lover with. Winston moaned in appreciation.

"Only place I'm throwing you, baby, is over my shoulder, then into my bed!"

Which is what he did.