Ghostbusters (Male Reader Insert)

4.1 Family Business

New York City was experience a large heat wave. Citizens were sweating from head to toe in the July heat. Mothers walked down the street with fans in their hands. Hotdog vendors had hooked up portable fans to cool them off while working. People were miserable to escape the heat and head back home. However, not everyone was sick of the heat of their job.

Y/N L/N walked out of a Chinese restaurant. The 61-year-old was wearing his uniform and proton pack. In his hand he held out a smoking ghost trap. Behind him, his wife was writing the bill and handing it to the restaurant owner. The owner stood there in shock after everything that just transpired. Grace happily tore off the written bill and handed it to him.

Grace: Thank you. Hope we can help you again. 

The husband and wife duo walked over to their vehicle. It was a parked, rusted, white motorbike with a side car. The two began talking about the busy week they've been having. Both had sweat marks under their arms but honestly did not mind the heat that much.

Grace: And with that, we've completed six jobs in the past three days. That's the second Class V we've encountered. I hope we're not facing a major spike in activity.

Y/N: Please. This is pretty average. You've should have been here for '84. Those three weeks leading up to the cross rip were torture. I think I only got about three hours of sleep a night.

Grace: Sounds a lot like raising a kid.

Y/N: I don't think we can relate to that considering we skipped out on the infant and toddler years.

Grace: Yeah, but I still had to deal with you.

Y/N: Hey!

She playfully smacked his behind under his pack. Y/N grinned at his loving wife, shaking his head. After coming back from Summerville, Y/N worked closely with Winston to restart the Ghostbusters business. They'd finally managed to rebuy the firehouse and get things running the previous year. They'd now been in business for the past six months. It was like it was '84 all over again.

With both her husband and son going into ghostbusting, Grace decided it'd be best for her to join them. She transferred ownership of her charity to a well respected colleague and good friend and hung up her business suit for a flight suit and proton pack. The L/Ns had also decided to move into the firehouse with the Spenglers, all living in the old work space.

As the two senior busters made their way over to their vehicle, the bike's radio crackled. Over the end they heard the voice of their adoptive son.

Gary: Hey, uh, Dad, we, uh... We may need some help.

The two older busters looked at one another. Grace shrugged and motioned to the vehicle.

Grace: It's you he's calling for.

Y/N shook his head while grinning. He walked over to the bike and pulled up the radio attached to it. 

Y/N: Yeah, what's up, Gare?

Gary: Well, we're having an issue catching this one. He's a real fighter.

Y/N grinned again. His son was still getting use to the family business.

Y/N: Alright. Where are you?

Just then, an ethereal howl was heard. A long blue ghost flew by in a rush. Its body and head resembled an eel, although its size was more akin to a bus. Wrapped around the ghost's tail was a capture stream. The orange beam originated from a proton gunner seat manned by Phoebe Spengler. The Ecto-1 rocketed down the street in pursuit of the ghosts. Its warbled siren blared as it passed by the two other Ghostbusters.