A Third Of A Pie

Chapter 1

The Brit was sitting on the sofa, writing notes on his last investigation, planning to add them to his book.
"JOHNNY!"

"YES, SIR!?" He lowered his book, facing the direction of the voice.

"THE DOOR WON'T OPEN!"

"IS IT LOCKED!?" He yelled back, putting the notebook and pencil down.

"NO, IT KEEPS HITTING ME AND BACK SASSING ME!"

"... I'LL GET YOUR MEDS!" Johnny replied after a pause, getting up.

After a short stretch, he strolled to the 'kitchen' of the large building. They were at their headquarters, the place where they accepted jobs and prepared for their investigations. They were in charge of a rather large company known for ghost hunting, despite their job mostly trying to understand and come to peaceful terms with the entities they investigate. There were a few bedrooms, and the basics for living for overnight shifts or relaxation. However, no one actually lived there.

Johnny reached one of the cabinets, opening it, and grabbing the first box he saw. He knew which it was by now. It was always at the front, being used the most. The other stuff in there was simply medical supplies you'd find in a first aid kit, and a few extra items.

He looked over the box he was holding. It was the right box.

While he was not very keen on following a professional's orders or advice, he would always take them when Johnny asked. Well, mostly. He had his days when he outright refused to take them. He would never explain why, though.

Johnny popped out two of the tablets, and clicked on the kettle.
"Do I need to?" A voice asked from behind the Brit, sounding slightly like a whining child.

"Yes sir. Doors aren't supposed to yell," Johnny explained, turning around to look at his boss.

"...But they do...." The American pouted, crossing his arms over his chest.
Johnny's boss, Johnny Ghost, was American, and a very casual looking person; which contrasted the Brit's formality. He had soft, messy, chocolate hair, which matched the light patch of facial hair on the below his mouth- which was hard to see with his warm beige skin. He had amber eyes with light details of an olive green. He wore dark grey jeans with light tan combat boots, which matched his man-purse that hung over his right shoulder. His hoodie- which he almost always wore- had their company's name just below the left shoulder on an armband (something all members wore), and was light grey. Also, he was very short for his age- being 28- at only 5ft, 2 inches, and was very thin and scrawny, despite his hoodie making him look pudgy.
"And that's why you take your meds," the taller man smiled, giving Ghost a pat on the shoulder.

Finally, the kettle clicked, and Ghost sat down as his partner finished preparing the tea.

Ghost's partner, Johnny Toast, was a very dapper Brit; having his hair neatly combed and gelled, and wearing a white button shirt with a black vest, trousers, and shoes. His hair was raven black, and he had a five o'clock shadow of a beard. He had pale skin, but it didn't look sickly, it glowed with life and youth; despite him being thirty. Finally, his eyes were a fresh ocean blue, and always gleamed with energy that his body never portrayed.
"Tea's ready, sir!" Toast exclaimed, sitting next to Ghost, setting down both of the mugs and Ghost's medication; along with a pack of biscuits.

"Thanks Johnny," Ghost smiled, not even waiting for it to cool before quickly swallowing the pills with the boiling liquid, wanting it to be over as soon as possible. He loathed taking his meds. He knew they were a good thing, and taking them was a necessity for him, but it didn't make him enjoy them. The only reason he took them was simply because Toast told him to. If it were his choice, he wouldn't take them. But, if Toast told him they were good, then they were.

After scorching his mouth to rush the tablets down, he began absent-mindedly stirring the steaming beverage as he waited for it to cool.

"No problem, sir!" Toast beamed, opening the packet. By now, he'd given up on telling Ghost not to drink the tea whilst it was boiling just to get the meds down.

Suddenly, they heard the door open, and pair of chattering voices.

"Oh geez...." Ghost groaned, planting his face onto the table.

"Hey guys!"