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Walter wasn’t sure what he’d expected coming into his office that morning, aside from, perhaps, the ever growing stack of paperwork on his desk to be even taller. Knowing his luck, not only would it be taller, but it’d be strewn all over the floor of his office. Because the universe, it seemed, wanted him to work all day and night just to spite him by disorganizing all of his hard work.
Sometimes, he really hated his job. Sure, the pay wasn’t bad and to be honest, there was some fun in having a level of control over the ghostbusters, especially Venkman. However, as the representative of the interests of New York city, he was an odd combination of lawyer, insurance agent, and babysitter for the Ghostbusters, which left him with piles of paperwork to sort and sign.
To be fair, the Ghostbusters were at least thorough in their reports, did them at a reasonable pace and didn’t complain (to his face) too much about them. He’d give them that. That, and the fact that they didn’t nearly do as much property damage as they used to.
So that morning when he came in (7 ‘o 5 on the dot, with a steaming cup of coffee in hand), he wasn’t expecting much.
A fruit basket was a bit much for 7 in the morning. It took him a moment to process that there was, in fact, a fruit basket waiting for him in his office amidst the varying piles of files and reports, but once he did he was just confused. Why in the hell would anyone send him a fruit basket? Not that he didn’t appreciate it, but it was a little unexpected.
He plucked the card up from the center of the basket, and did a double take. He flipped it over a couple of times to be sure. Well, he’d be damned.
The card simply read, “Dear Mr. Peck, thank you for saving our asses for the umpteenth time, here’s that fruit basket we promised you” and was signed by all four of the ghostbusters (Walter noted with a hint of amusement that Venkman had both capitalized and underlined the Dr in front of his name.)
At first, he thought they were just fucking with him. It wouldn’t be too out of character for them, especially Venkman. But the more he thought about it, the more it didn’t make sense. While he and the ghostbusters most certainly see eye-to-eye most of the time, he couldn’t see them wasting the time, effort, or food to mess with him. And, really, pissing off the guy who was your ‘get-outta-jail-free card’ wasn’t the wisest of ideas, even if they stepped on each other’s toes frequently.
With this thought in mind, he grabbed an apple and got to starting his day.