A/N: Hello! I hope you guys will enjoy this chapter, and give me your opinions on some of the changes I made to the general flow/plot of the movie scenes I used. Thank you! 

----- “Where is he?” 

“Mrs. Spengler, please calm down.” 

“Go to hell! Where is my husband?” 

The officer gave in, ushering the hysteric woman to follow him. They walked past the front desk and past the large offices and finally reached rows of small jail cells. She could see three men sitting in one, they just happened to be Ray, Peter, and Egon. She ran past the officer, standing in front of the cell. 

“Genevieve!” Ray said excitedly, standing up to greet her. 

She was not as excited to see her friends. Her eyebrows furrowed and Ray stood back, knowing that she was angry. “Would one of you be so kind as to tell me why I got a call at one in the morning saying that my husband was arrested?” 

“You know that blackout?” Peter said. 

She nodded. 

Peter motioned to himself and his friends. 

Genevieve understood immediately, “You caused a blackout! How the hell do you manage that?” 

“Don’t look at me, look at Ray, he was the one who was underground when it happened.” Peter said defensively. 

“Shut up, Venkman, you’re not off the hook yet.” 

“Genevieve.” Egon finally stood up, walking over to the bars. He pushed one of his hands through, awkwardly stroking her cheek. “We’ll worry about who to blame after we get out of here. Have you found out how long we’re in here?” 

She calmed down as soon as his fingers met her skin, “The officer said they’re about to post your bail, which is gonna be costly.” 

He nodded, “See? Everything is going to be alright.” 

That was true, until a week later, when the three men ended up in court. Turns out, causing a city wide blackout doesn’t look so hot especially after causing thousands of dollars of property damage years before. The city of New York was pretty fed up with the Ghostbusters at this point, hence, the lawsuit. 

Genevieve, Dana, and Winston sat behind the three men’s table, eagerly waiting for the trial to begin. Egon turned around, motioning for Genevieve to get close to him. 

“How do you think I’ll look in stripes?” he joked. 

“You’re not going to jail. Plus, I think orange would compliment your eyes more.” she smirked. 

The judge banged his gavel down three times, making Egon quickly turn back around. Genevieve, Winston, and Dana all shared a nervous look before turning their full attention to the judge. 

“Before we begin this trial, I want to make one thing very clear. The law does not recognize the existence of ghosts. I don't believe in them either. Don't wanna hear a lot of malarkey about goblins and spooks and demons. We're gonna stick to the facts in this case and leave the ghost stories to the kiddies, understood?” 

“Sounds like a pretty open minded guy.” Winston whispered to Genevieve. 

“They call him ‘The Hammer’.” 

“At least they have a decent lawyer right?” he asked. 

Genevieve shook her head, “I wouldn’t be too sure about that.” 

Just then, Louis Tully came walking over to the defendant’s table, dropping a large stack of files on the tabletop. He talked to the three men anxiously and Ray threw his head in his hands in response, assuring his lack of confidence in his only line of defense. 

The two lawyers got their things straightened out and Genevieve tuned out most of the protocol stuff. Both lawyers interviewed some witnesses, one being a “specialist” for ConEd saying the Ghostbusters were, to put it delicately, full of shit. Genevieve was tuning out most of it, only paying attention when Louis called his fourth witness to the stand, Genevieve. 

She knew there was a chance she would be questioned, but it still took her by surprise when she heard her name called. She glared at Louis as she approached the witness stand. He looked apologetic. 

“Mrs. Spengler, h-how long have you known these men?” 

She cleared her throat before answering, “I’ve known Dr. Stanz for almost twelve years, Dr. Venkman for ten, and my husband for thirteen years in March.” 

“A-and would you say that these men are, uh, dangerous or reckless in any way, I mean, matter?” 

“Well, they are not intentionally.” 

Louis leaned in, “That doesn’t help us at all.” 

“What I mean is, our line of work requires us to sometimes be a little dangerous and reckless, if we weren’t, there’d be ghosts and supernatural beings all over New York. But, in an everyday setting, those men are only reckless if it is an absolute emergency.” 

Louis looked lost, so he handed the questioning off to the prosecutor. She was a lanky woman with curly hair and glasses. She glared at Genevieve as she began her questioning.

“Where were you the morning of November 4th, Mrs. Spengler?” 

“At home, waiting for my husband to come home.” 

“Right, and how long was Mr. Spengler gone that day?” 

“Dr. Spengler.” she corrected her, which got a smirk from Egon. “And he left around noon.” 

“Did he tell you where he was going or his plans for the day?” 

Genevieve shrugged, “He told me that he was helping out Dana and that he may be back late.” 

“And you just believed him?” 

She scoffed, “I’m sorry, but what are you implying?” 

The prosecutor shrugged, “I don’t know Mrs. Spengler, but I know most housewives would be pretty suspicious of their husband being gone all day helping a female friend. You never called to check on him, you just let him do whatever he wanted.” 

“Look, lady. The whole “affair argument” makes zero sense for whatever point you’re trying to prove. But to answer your question, no, I didn’t call to check on him until late. I’ve worked alongside my husband for years, I know his working habits, one of them being his dislike of being interrupted. I also know he works better late into the night, I’ve seen it firsthand, so that’s why I called to check in late at night, because I’m a good wife who knows and trusts her husband.” she said to the prosecutor. Genevieve turned to the judge, “We done here?” 

The judge slammed down his gavel, “Dismissed.” 

Genevieve left the stand and walked past the three men. She leaned in close to Peter, “Beat that, Venkman.”

Moments later, Peter was called to the stand. In classic Peter style, he showed no remorse or guilt as he walked over to the witness stand. He still wore the Venkman smirk as he sat down. Louis walked to Peter quickly, rushing through his questions. Peter ended up leading Louis through most of the questions, being his backbone throughout the entirety of his questioning. 

The prosecutor was then able to ask Peter questions. Peter winked at her as she approached him. 

“Dr. Venkman... would you please tell the court why it is that you and your co-defendants took it upon yourselves to dig a very big hole in the middle of First Avenue?” she asked. 

“Well, there are so many holes in First Avenue, we really didn't think anyone would notice.”

The gallery, including Winston and Genevieve, let out small chuckles at Peter’s remark. 

“Keep that up, mister, I'll find you in contempt.” the judge warned. 

“I'm truly sorry, Your Honor.” 

The prosecutor stepped closer to Peter, “I'll ask you again, Dr. Venkman. Why were you digging the hole? And please remember you're under oath.” 

“There are some things in this world that go way beyond human understanding. Things that cannot be explained. Things that most people don't even want to know about. That is where we come in.” he said, motioning to his four colleagues who in return nodded in agreement. 

“So what you're saying is that the world of the supernatural is your exclusive province?” she said, leaning on the stand. 

Peter tapped her hand, making her move. “Kitten, I think that what I'm saying is that sometimes, shit happens, someone has to deal with it, and who ya gonna call?” 

The gallery cheered in response, which only made the judge angrier. One of the many pieces of evidence in front of the defendant’s table was a jar of pink ooze. Ray found it under the spot where Oscar’s carriage stopped. He noticed as the judge’s voice got louder and filled with more anger as he shouted for the gallery to shut up, the ooze would begin to bubble. Ray just dismissed it, seeing as it didn’t react at all as the gallery and the judge settled down. 

Peter left the stand, sauntering over to the defendant’s table. Genevieve rolled her eyes as he cockily bowed to his friends. The judge slammed down his gavel, making a wave of silence go over the room. 

“Peter Venkman, Raymond Stantz, Egon Spengler, stand up! Get up! You too, Mr. Tully.” he yelled. 

The four men reluctantly stood up, knowing their fate before the judge even spoke another word. 

“ I find you guilty on all charges. I order you to pay fines in the amount of $25,000 each.” 

Bingo. 

Ray looked down at the evidence table once more, seeing the jar of pink ooze bubbles again. This time, he didn’t take his eyes off it, even when the judge announced their sentence. With another slam of the gavel, the ooze bubbled again. Ray felt the energy in the courtroom shift, he tapped Egon on the shoulder. He motioned to the jar, “Egie, she’s twitching.” 

The judge saw the men ignoring him, which only made him angier. He slammed down his gavel louder and harder, “I'm not finished! On a more personal note, let just me go on record as saying that there is no place for fakes, charlatans–” 

Egon interrupted, watching the ooze continue to bubble more and more. “Your honor-“

“Shut up! Tricksters like you in decent society.”

Peter finally looked down at what his colleagues were staring at. His eyes widened as he watched the ooze bubble higher and higher, almost to the point of overflowing. He spoke up, “Your Honor, this is important.” 

The ooze began bubbling faster, like it was boiling. Egon turned around, motioning for Winston, Dana, and Genevieve to look ahead. The three of them stared at the slime in horror, knowing all too well something bad was about to occur. 

The judge was still on his rampage, yelling about how the Ghostbusters prey on innocent people. 

Ray tried getting his attention, “Yes, sir-”

He was met with a loud, “Be quiet!”

The slime continued to rage, bubbling higher and faster, the jar itself began to shake violently. 

“And believe me, if my hands were not tied by the unalterable fetters of the law... And I would invoke the tradition of our illustrious forebears…” 

Egon motioned for the men to take cover under the table. Genevieve, Winston, and Dana followed suit, crouching underneath their chairs, being able to see the three men through the bars of the wooden gate that separated the courtroom. 

The judge continued, “... reach back to a purer, sterner justice, and have you burned at the stake!” 

The pure anger and final fury from the judge shot the slime out of the jar, landing on a ghost trap on the evidence table. In result, two ghosts, one short and fat, the other being tall and skinny, flew out of the trap. Ghost-like electricity shot through them, they cackled as a result of their freedom. 

Chaos broke out in the courtroom, almost everyone in the gallery left and the stenographer and the bailiff ran to the juror's door. The only people left in the room were the five Ghostbusters, Louis, Dana, the judge, and the prosecutor. 

The judge sat in shock, “Oh my God, the Scoleri brothers.”

The Scoleri brothers dive bombed the judge’s bench. Luckily, the judge hopped off just in time and joined the remaining people under the table. 

“Scoleri Brothers!” the judge cried again. 

“Friends of yours?” Ray asked. 

“I tried them for murder! Gave them the chair!” he explained. 

The skinny brother scanned the room, still cackling. 

“You gotta do something!” the judge said to the Ghostbusters. 

“Why don’t you just tell them you don’t believe in ghosts?” Egon joked. 

The Scoleri brothers found their hiding spot, the fatter one raised the table as the skinner one held up the chairs that Dana, Genevieve, and Wintson were hiding under. They all ran to the judge’s door, but were met with a locked door that did not budge no matter what they did. 

The judge grabbed Ray, “You gotta do something. Help me!” 

“Don't talk to me. Talk to my attorney.” 

“And that's me!” Louis said triumphantly. “ My guys are still under a judicial mistrangement order. That blue thing I got from her. They could be exposing themselves.” 

“And you don’t want us exposing ourselves.” Peter quipped, earning an eye roll from Dana. 

Before anyone could respond, they heard screams coming from the gallery. Each of them poked their heads out from their new hiding spot and saw the fat brother holding the prosecutor by her foot, dangling her across the courtroom and out the door. 

“You’re next, bubbles.” Peter said. 

The judge gave in, “All right, all right! I rescind the order! Case dismissed!” 

“Hooray! We won the case!” Louis cheered, but was cut short by the judge screaming at them to do something. 

Both of the brother’s were nowhere to be seen, so the Ghostbusters took this as their time to suit up. As Peter put on his proton pack, he was surprised to see Dana standing with them, looking at the evidence table for something for her to use. 

“Ah-ah-ah. What do you think you’re doing?” he asked. 

“I’m helping.” Dana stated. 

“Thanks for the offer, hun, but we got this. These bozos are a two man job at best, besides I don’t need you getting in my way.” Peter said. He was obviously worried about her, but covered it up by being a complete asshole. 

“We’re rusty, Pete, we’re gonna need all the help we can get.” Winston said. 

Peter groaned. 

“Second, that.” Genevieve said, walking over to the Venkman’s. She held up a trap, “Do you know how this works?” 

Dana shook her head. 

“Well, since we don’t have enough proton packs for you to use, you’ll man the trap, it’s really the most important part of the job. We’ll get the ghosts and hold them directly above the trap. On our call, you slide the trap to the middle of the room and hit the foot pedal to activate it. That will open the trap doors and hopefully catch the little shits, but you cannot look at the trap when you open it. Just slam the pedal and turn your head.” 

Genevieve handed Dana the trap. “Got it.” She ran to take cover by the overturned table. 

Peter groaned again as he adjusted his proton pack, “I always hated this part of the business.” 

Egon walked over to assist Genevieve in putting on hers. He smiled down at her, “This feels awfully familiar.” 

“They’re still way too heavy. Are we positive this shit still works?” she asked. 

“It should. The power cells have a half-life of five thousand years.” he replied. 

Ray interjected, “Well, there's no time for a bench test. Heat 'em up.”

Peter turned on his thrower. The pack hummed in response, making Peter sing out a low, “Do…” 

Ray followed suit with his, “Re…” 

“Egon!” 

They all looked over at Egon, who was smirking proudly at his joke. There was little time to laugh though, seconds after Egon’s play on words, the chairs in the gallery began shooting up in the air. The ghosts were still invisible. 

“Whoa!” Ray shouted. 

One by one, more chairs shot up and the Scoleri brothers eventually appeared. The Ghostbusters shot out at the ghosts wildy but still missed. The brothers flew above them and into the wall behind the judge’s bench. Peter yelled ridiculously, obviously amped up from busting again. The awkward silence that followed made Ray chuckle. Peter gave in, then Genevieve, then Wintson, then finally Egon with an extremely monotone laugh. The laughter came to a halt when both brothers reappeared. 

Peter ran after the fat one, shooting at him from the gallery, and eventually got a steady hold on him. “Come on, big boy. I'm gonna take you home to my private zoo!” 

He still struggled with the large ghost, forgetting how hard the job was. Winston stepped in, helping Peter with the fat ghost. They walked in sync, getting closer to the trap. 

“Dana! Get ready with the trap!” Genevieve called out, shooting to get the skinny ghost.

 The ghost was harder to catch, he was quick and swerved out of the way of her stream time and time. Ray cornered him, sending the ghost running back towards Genevieve. She was able to get a semi-stable grip on him, wobbling slightly as she fought against the ghost. Egon stood beside his wife, shooting out to assist her. The two pairs both walked to the middle of the room, waiting for Dana to slide the trap. 

“Now Dana!” Ray called out. 

She slid the trap across the courtroom floor, landing it perfectly in between the two pairs. 

“Get ready!” Ray warned, following with a “Now!” 

Dana stomped on the trap’s pedals, and everyone shut off their streams and turned away as they listened to the Scoleri brother’s get sucked into the trap. There was a few seconds of silence before the trap began to beep, letting them know their entrapment was successful. They each stood up and formed a small circle around the smoking trap. 

“Two in the box!” Ray started. 

Egon and Genevieve joined in, “Ready to go!” 

“We be fast!” Winston and Peter continued. 

“And they be slow!” The five Ghostbusters cheered, pointing down at the trap in glee. 

They all laughed with another as Louis exicidely stared at the smoking trap. Dana walked over to Peter, placing a hand on his shoulder. “When on earth did you guys come up with that?” 

“About a week after Winston was hired.” He replied.

“It’s our unofficial motto. It varies from ghost to ghosts.” Ray added. 

Dana shook her head and laughed, “You guys had way too much time on your hands.” 

“Yeah, yeah, you can make fun of me some more after we show our victory to the press.” Peter smirked. 

Louis grabbed the trap and led the group out the courthouse door, holding the stinky trap with pride as Peter declared to the press, “We’re the best, we’re the beautiful, we’re the only…Ghostbusters.” 

Peter : Watcha doing there?