I started posting this story a year or so ago and removed it because I was struggling with it. But at the urging of my faithful beta, I finished it and reposting the story.

Disclaimer: If you know 'em, I don't own 'em. This is all fake & I'm not getting paid for it.

Hope you enjoy!

Until Death Do Us Not Part

A Real Ghostbusters Fic

Chapter One - Moving On

"Trust me," Ray Stantz said as he looked over the counter at the woman on the other side. "You'll love him."

Shaking her head, she looked at the stack of books that sat on the counter and began to run them through the scanner to check him out. "I just don't know, Ray. I'm not ready."

"Please, Sadie," he said as he leaned forward against the edge of the counter. Resting his elbows on the countertop, he gave her his best boyish smile. The smile that usually got her to do anything that he'd ask. "I wouldn't be asking if I didn't think you'd enjoy yourself." Taking a deep breath, he continued. "He's a nice guy."

Frowning, she lifted her eyes to look at her deceased husband's friend. Jimmie had been a long time friend of Ray since they first meet at a warehouse fire. Ray and his fellow Ghostbusters had been there fighting a group of trolls that had taken over the old warehouse and when the buildings caught fire that was when the crew from Jimmie's department to extinguish the flames. During the aftermath of the fire, her husband had spent time talking to the four men, his curiosity about what had happened had began a lasting friendship that had lasted almost ten years until her husband's death.

"Why does everyone feel the need to set me up with every friend, cousin and co-worker?" She turned away from Ray and walked out from behind the counter. "I'm happy with how things are."

Biting his lower lip, Ray watched her move around bookcases until she was hiding from him. Three years since her husband's death and she was still grieving. Since her husband's untimely death, Sadie had focused herself solely on work and avoiding anyone from her life before. Always coming up with excuses not to go out for dinner or spend time with anyone else.

Taking a deep breath, Ray moved through the small bookstore causing him to smile. It reminded him of the store that he owned for a few years after he and the others went their way after the mayor forced them to close down after Gozer had destroyed part of the city. Once they opened up the business again, Ray had sold the bookstore and went back to doing what he loved.

"It's none of my business," Ray said as he folded his arms and leaned his left shoulder against the bookcase. "But, it's been over three years ago since – "

"You're right, Ray," Sadie said, her head snapping to the right to look at him. "It is none of your business."

She stormed off again, leaving him standing there once more alone. Not this time, he thought as he straightened himself and followed after her. When he reached up to her she was instructing a young man to take her place at the front counter and was moving towards the rear of the store where the office was located. Just as she began to shut the door behind her, Ray held out his hand to prevent her from escaping.

"I said I didn't want to talk about this anymore, Ray," she said as she kept her back to him.

"That's the problem, Sadie. You never want to talk about it." Placing his hand on her shoulder, he urged her to turn around to face him. Her eyes full of tears that threatened to fall down her cheeks as she stared back at him. Shaking his head, he sighed. "Jimmie wouldn't have wanted you to go on your life alone. You know that he would have wanted you to move on, to be happy."

Lowering her head, she couldn't face him. "I can't, Ray. I can't do it."

He nodded. "Sure you can." Ray lifted his hands to cup her tear streaked cheeks in his palms. Tilting her head back, he looked down at her swollen eyes. "Just take a chance to live life again."

Wrapping his arms around her, he pulled her close to his body and held her tight. They remained in each other's arms for a short time before Sadie pulled away to wipe the tears from her face.

"So…" she said as she ran her hand over her face to wipe the tears away. "You know him?"

Ray smiled, nodding. "Yeah. He's a friend of mine."

"What is he like?"

A half shrug lifted Ray's right shoulder. "Smart. Funny. Well spoken."

Pulling several tissues from a box on the corner of the desk, she dabbed at her eyes and took a deep breath. "You trust him?"

Nodding, he said, "Of course I do. If I didn't I sure wouldn't be trying to set up a meeting with the two of you."

Taking another deep breath, Sadie slowly exhaled. Lifting her hand she pointed a finger at him. "I'm not making any promises. One meeting."

"One date," Ray said as he ignored her choice of words.

"Meeting," she said emphasizing the word. "One. And no promises."

"Guess I'll take what I can get from you, Sadie." Holding out his arms, his smile grew. "Come here."

She nodded as she fell into his arms this time, smiling as her friend wrapped her in the warmth of his embrace. As much as she wanted to deny it, Ray was right. Jimmie wouldn't have wanted her to live the rest of her life alone, grieving over his death. She was scared at the thought of starting over, dating and everything else that might occur. But if Ray trusted this man that he was wanting her to meet then she should too.

"It's going to be alright, Sadie."

"I hope you're right, Ray. I hope you're right."