Chapter Ten – Saying Goodbye Isn't Easy
The three Ghostbusters standing at the rear of the room began to feel the temperature rise. The chill slowly fading as their bodies began to thaw out from the deep freeze that they had been in. Within seconds, the temperature of the room was back to where it should have been.
The ghostly bonds that held Sadie to the bed began to fade and disappeared in a cloud of smoke as Jimmie released her. He watched as her eyes fluttered opened and found himself stared down at eyes full of fear.
"I'm sorry, Sadie," he said when he watched her try to move away from him.
Sadie sat up, swinging her legs off the bed to try to stand up. Her weak legs wobbled as she fell forward against Peter. Catching her, he wrapped his arms around her to help her stand upright. Tears soaked into Peter's shirt as she buried her face against his chest.
"I'm sorry I did this to you, Sadie," he said. "I just wanted to be with you again."
Her body shook as she slowly moved away from Peter, feeling strong enough to hold her own weight. Turning away from Peter, she looked at her deceased spouse and wiped away the tears from her face.
"You couldn't wait for me to die on my own?" she asked, her fear turning into anger as she looked at him. "How could you do this to me, Jimmie?"
The ghost watched as she used the bed frame as support to walk across the room to where he stood. She moved so she could stand in front of the corporeal spirit of her husband. He looked down at her, shaking his head.
"You can't imagine how lonely I have been without you, Sadie," Jimmie said.
"And you think that I haven't been lonely?" she questioned.
"I know you have," he answered.
"I have never stopped loving you. I still love you but…" She reached out to touch his cheek, her hand shaking from the cold of his touch. "You can't do this to me. It's not fair for you to do this."
He stared at her, his soft features hardening again. "It's not fair for you to do this to me either, Sadie." His hand lifted as he wrapped his fingers around her wrist of the hand that touched him. "It's not fair that you continue living when I can't. You made a vow to me, Sadie."
"Careful!" Peter shouted as he lifted his hand into the air. "She's in the line of fire."
"I also made a vow to you that I would love you for better or worse, Jimmie," she said. Her cheeks stained with tears. "When you died it was the worst thing I ever imagined. I've continued to love you even after you were buried. But I can't keep living my life like this."
"Then you need to come with me," he said as he spun her around and wrapped his arm around her neck. The other arm he lifted and pointed it at the Ghostbusters that were moving closer to them. "Don't!"
"Jimmie! No!" Sadie felt her feet lifting from the floor as he lifted them into the air. "You can't do this!"
"Damnit," Peter cursed as he pulled the thrower from his pack. Aiming it at the ghost, he clenched his teeth. He really thought that he had managed to talk the ghost into letting her go but obviously the ghost wasn't easily convinced. "C'mon, Jimbo. You can't do this."
The air became cold again as the four men watched Sadie struggle for breath as the specter held her in the air around the neck.
"I am taking what is mine!" Jimmie said. "You heard her. She can't live her life like this."
"That's not what she meant, Jimmie!" Ray shouted. He stepped forward, breaking his silence. "If you ever loved Sadie then let her go." He took another slow step forward. "You spent your life saving people from harm, protecting them. And now you're hurting her. Trying to kill her for your own selfish needs. That's not like you, Jimmie."
Egon looked up at the woman, frowning. "She's not going to make it much longer."
Turning to look back over his shoulder, Ray nodded at Egon. Turning back, he stared up at Jimmie. "I can't let you do this to her. You might be Jimmie but you're not the man that was my friend. My friend would never have done this."
"Just let her live her life. Say goodbye and let her go." Peter steadied his thrower at the ghost. "Otherwise, we go with option two and we blast your ass and lock you up for good."
The ghost looked at his wife that struggled in his arms. He could feel her lifeforce slowly fading as he held her against him. Sadie would be dead soon and be with him forever, just as they promised each other in their vows on their wedding day.
"I can't leave her again," Jimmie said.
"Haven't you been listening to anything she's said to you?" Peter said. "Anything Ray or I have said all this time? She loves you but when you died that was it. You moved on and she needed to move on. Can't you just go on with your existence knowing that she still loves you and let her be happy?"
Jimmie felt her go limp in his arms and lifted her up to cradle her in his arms. Lowering himself back to the floor, he stepped towards them and held her out to Ray. "I've always been jealous of her love," he said. "She loved everyone, especially me."
"She does love you, Jimmie," Ray said as he held Sadie close to his body. "But you know you could never do this to her. It's not right."
He ran a finger over her face and nodded. "I do love her, always will." He lifted his head and looked at the four men. "I should leave before I change my mind again." He took several steps back, keeping his eyes on the Ghostbusters. "Keep her safe, Ray. Even from me."
The specter slowly became transparent before he disappeared in a whiff of smoke. Once again, the temperature in the room returned to normal. All four remained on alert, needing to make sure that the spirit wouldn't return to the apartment.
Ray stepped over to the bed and laid Sadie down on top of the bed. Grabbing a quilt from the foot of the bed, he draped it over her body as she settled down against the bed and slept. Turning around, he looked at the other three men and blew out a heavy breath. "I thought we'd have to trap him," he said.
Nodding, Egon retrieved his PKE meter that had been hanging from his hip. Looking at the meter, he fine tuned it to calibrate it as he began to scan the area. "All readings are returning to normal."
Shaking his head, Winston felt a shiver run down his spine. He hated when jobs were this close, and this dangerous. "Think he'll come back? Or do you think that he's going to take off for the netherworld and stay there?"
Grabbing a chair that was sitting on the other side of the room, Peter moved it and sat it down beside the bed. "I'm sticking around to find out. Gone now or not, I'm not leaving anything to chance."
Ray looked at the man who was removing his proton pack from his shoulders and sat it down on the floor. Thrower still in hand, Peter sat down on the chair and got comfortable. "I'll stay, too. We don't need to leave her alone. Even if he doesn't come back, she's going to wake up and want to know what happened."
Turning to walk towards the bedroom door, Winston eased his hands into the pockets of his jumpsuit. "I'm going to see if the coffee pot's working again. I have a feeling it's going to be an all-nighter."