"Hey, Holtzmann!"

"Huh? What?" The quirky blonde snapped out of her daze upon hearing Gilbert's voice. Her legs, which had been propped up on the lab table in front of her, fell and her feet uncomfortably slammed down on the floor. She let out a small moan, hoping Erin didn't hear her brief moment of vulnerability. Her right hand, which held her chin, landed on the counter and she looked to the five foot, five inch tall brunette who stood by the entrance of her laboratory on the second floor.

Erin pointed to the door directly behind her before she spoke. "Patty, Abby, and I were gonna go get some food. Wanna tag along?" She awkwardly shrugged her shoulders after asking.

Staring at her fellow ghost buster through the yellow goggles she wore, Jillian pondered the thought. She looked up to the ceiling while tapping on her chin as if she were intensely and carefully thinking about her answer. "Uhhhhhhh..." She hummed the entire time she decided. Erin began to feel uncomfortable waiting for the response and she bit her bottom lip, wondering if she should say something else. Her hips began to sway as if she were ready to just turn around and leave when Holtzmann changed the noise she was making to an almost awkward scream while she let out an elongated 'I.'

"Kevin might be coming?" Erin decided to add, hoping it would urge the other female in the room to finally say an actual word with consonants.

Jillian's eyes flicked right to the brunette and her eyes squinted with a hint of a fake smile plastered on her pursed lips. She sucked in her cheeks, almost making her face like a fish. The half-grin that came across Erin's face when she mentioned the six foot three, well-built imbecile irritated Jillian and she finally decided on an answer, though when she spoke, it seemed a bit too obnoxious and bitter. But Erin didn't notice at all, as it seemed it was just Holtzmann being the strange woman she was. "No, I'm fine. I'll just eat the week old, stale goldfish I kept in my locker."

"Um?" Gilbert's brows furrowed with confusion and she slowly turned her body at a ninety degree angle like she were about to leave. But she stopped. "You sure? We're probably gonna have some drinks." Her serious expression turned to a smirk as her voice went up an octave. "Maybe a little dancing." She danced a little, demonstrating her strange, but addictive moves. She knew the blonde absolutely loved to dance and she would no doubt accept the invitation.

The intelligent weirdo watched the woman move for a few seconds before her face lit up with joy and excitement. She scrunched her nose and clapped her hands together once with a mild 'Ha!' but unfortunately, was not going to change her mind. "No, no. I shouldn't. I should really stay here and finish drawing up some blue prints for my new toys."

The former professor's mood immediately changed upon the response and she stopped dancing, her body returning to her awkward stance. "Oh. Okay. You're gonna miss out though." She turned to leave, but added, "Especially if Kevin's coming."

"Oh!" Jillian exclaimed from behind the departing scientist. She sent her an incredibly fake laugh as if she were pretending to agree that she would, in fact, miss out. Though deep down, she felt she were doing herself a favor. The moment Erin was out of sight, Holtzmann mumbled to herself with her fake smile, still glued to her mouth. "Ah, well. I highly disagree with you there." Her smile somewhat faded and she began to move some tools around to make it seem like she were keeping herself busy. "I just hope that feebleminded he-man is as dumb as I think he is." She was, of course, referring to the hopes that he wouldn't pick up on any of Erin's 'subtle' hints.

"What was that?" Erin's head suddenly popped up, looking around the door into Jillian's 'office.'

"What?" Holtzmann jumped, dropping a piece of equipment. "Oh, nothing. I didn't, uhhh...I was just testing my new, umm...Ectoplasmic, uh...Electrolarynx! Helps us talk to the ghosts we can't see." She quickly bent over, picking up the item she had dropped, which was, in fact, NOT an Ectoplasmic Electrolarynx. There was no such thing! But she still pretended to speak into it anyways. "Hello? Any spirits on the other side? Oooooo!" She chuckled at herself at the end and shook her head no.

"Uh. Isn't that just a wrench?" Gilbert wondered aloud, staring at the device in the woman's hand.

"Um, no. No it is not." Jill lied. "It is more than that. Which you will see once I finally get these blueprints done." The blonde hinted at wanting Erin to leave and succeeded.

"Oh. Um...Okay. I'll, uh, see you later." Gilbert awkwardly turned and left again, shaking her head at the strangeness that was Holtzmann, but admiring the uniqueness in her colleague.

"Hey, Erin. We good to go?" Abby wondered when her best friend joined herself, Kevin, and Patty downstairs by the ghostmobile. "Where's Holtzy?"

"Not coming." The taller brunette answered with a bit of dissatisfaction. She actually really wanted to jam out with Jillian. She shrugged.

"What? Why?" Abby wondered.

"I don't know. I guess she has some blueprints to finish up? Or something?"

"Blueprints?" Kevin leaned against the former hearse. "You mean like the cartoon dog? I can help her find them!" The secretary suddenly got excited, getting blueprints mixed up with the children's television special, 'Blue's Clues.'

"Um?" Erin began, looking to Abby and Patty for help. "N-no?"

"No, Kevin. Why don't we let Jillian do this one on her own, okay?" Abby strangely suggested.

"Ah. Okay." Kevin responded with disappointment in his tone. But his sadness was soon turned to hopeful contentment with a large grin as he pushed up his lens-less glasses. "Oh, hey! Can I drive?"

"Uhh..." Abby thought about it.

"Not today, man. I already called it!" Patty smiled through her helpful lie, not wanting to repeat the last destructive time he drove the hearse. For a man who could ride a motorcycle well, he doesn't do too well on four wheels. Abby let out a sigh of relief when she wasn't the one who had to say no to him. Again.

"What? I never heard you call shotgun!" Kevin, once again, got a phrase mixed up with another, but the girls had been around him so long, they were starting to get used to it.

Both Patty and Abby let out soft groans and Abby's eyes widened with frustration at his lack of intelligence. She pinched the bridge of her nose before replying. "Welp! She did! She called it!" She over-excessively nodded.

"I did." Patty nodded as well, putting both arms up in defense.

"I heard it!" Erin jumped in.

"Ah. Shucks! Okay. Maybe next time." Kevin was also annoyingly chipper, but the girls put up with him because of his gorgeousness and their undying hope that soon he'd suddenly retain their intelligence as if it were contagious. Erin walked by him, smiling up at him and proudly patting his muscular chest.

"Yeah. Maybe next time." She kept her hand on his right peck longer than socially acceptable. She waited, looking into his icy blue eyes, hoping he'd move in for a kiss or even reach up and hold her hand for a second, but...nothing. She took in a deep breath and continued to pass him so she could get in the backseat of the car.

Abby walked around to the opposite side of the car and opened the door to join Gilbert in the back. "You know, Kevin. You do get the best seat in the front with the driver." She tried to shed some more light on the subject before getting in herself.

"Hmm..." He changed his posture, standing up more straight and smirking. "She is right." He said and he finally got into the passenger seat, unaware that THAT was called 'shotgun.'

Patty was left, standing outside the car, looking back up the stairs and hoping Holtzmann would change her mind and join them last minute. But after a few seconds with no Holtzy, she sighed and got in the driver's seat.

Later that night, Jill had fallen asleep at her table. Her face was leaning against it, her mouth wide open with short, breathy snores escaping her petite body. Her arms dangled under the table and her legs barely held her up as she leaned far forward in her stool. A small jolt shook throughout her body and she twitched, causing her mouth to close, but her snoring continued. Patty slowly ascended the stairs in the former firestation, heading up to see her friend as she noticed the second floor lights still on through the window when she arrived outside. The moment she walked into Jillian's lab, she attempted to wake the blonde. "Hey, Holtz?" She said, approaching the limp body at the table. "Holtz!" She repeated a bit louder. Once she stopped right across from the scientist, she shouted as loud as possible. "HOLTZY!"

"What?! I'm up! I finished my homework!" Jillian exclaimed upon her slumber being abrupted. She looked around immediately recalling where she was and looking up at the tall, African-American woman who woke her. "Oh, Patty." She tiredly smiled, clearly not fully awake yet. "Patty, Patty, Patty. How was the dancing and shaking and grooving and shaking?" She seemed as though she were about to fall back to sleep, but Patty snapped loudly in her face., waking her up more. She widened her own eyes, forcing them to stay open. "What are you doing back so early?" Holtzmann drunkenly smiled.

"Eh, I wasn't really feelin' it tonight, so I took a taxi back here. Plus, I came to see how you're doin'?" The former MTA employee confessed.

"What? Me? I'm good. I'm good. I'm perfect." She stood up, waking herself up some more. She stretched her arms up over her head and let out a loud yell, as she does when she's tired, emotional, confused, or frustrated. "So, how was dancing with Erin, and Abby, and Erin, and the giant bean bag chair?" She weirdly reached up to pull her own hair in one spot and slammed her hand back down on the desk beside her. After doing so, she sent Patty a wide grin.

"It was fine, I guess. Abby and I didn't really do much dancing." Patty smiled, thinking about the show she had seen tonight. "We were having more fun watching Erin fail to get a kiss from Kevin while they danced together." The taller of the two laughed at the sight. "And she tried, girl. I mean, she really tried. Five times. It was epic. You would've loved to see it. It was hilarious!"

Holtzmann bent over at the waist while she listened to Patty's laughter and she rocked back and forth on her heels, wondering when it was going to stop. Eventually, she stood up straight and slammed her fist on the table beside her once again, this time accidentally hitting the end of that wrench from earlier and making it fly into the air, almost hitting Patty in the face. Tolan dodged the tool and her eyes widened as she watched it fall to the floor.

"Good!" Jillian shouted before doing her fake, bitter laugh. "I'm glad you had a good time!" She took off her yellow goggles and held them up in front of her face as if she were holding a fish she had just caught. Patty stared in confusion and watched as Holtzmann let go of the pair of goggles and allowed them to fall straight to the floor beneath them. "I'm gonna head home." The socially awkward blondie unexpectedly added in and she walked around her table, right passed Patty and headed down the stairs to get a cab. Patty stood in the lab alone, in shock, as she watched her best friend leave with an attitude she had never seen from the shorty before.

She tilted her head to the side for a moment. "Huh? What was that about?" She asked herself and she shrugged her shoulders before heading home as well.