Check Mate
Disclaimer: I don't own the cartoon Fillmore.
Chapter 1: Resist me not.
"So why don't we hook up later?" Check Matey a.k.a. Warren Foot said to Ingrid as he slipped his arm around her shoulders.
"Um, I think not…" Ingrid replied, shrugging her shoulders in order to get his arm off of her.
"C'mon, loosen up, girl." He put his arm around her again.
She grabbed his arm and twisted it behind his back.
"Ow! What's wrong with you girl?" He yelled at her.
"I don't like to be touched. And stop calling me girl!"
"Whateva!" He got up and started walking around, looking at books, records, and the pictures on the walls.
Ingrid kept her nose buried in a book, ignoring Check Matey as much as possible. He is so annoying…not to mention full of himself…
"Ingrid!" Fillmore's voice said over the walkie talkie.
She grabbed the walkie talkie from her belt and held it up to her mouth. "Yeah, Fillmore?"
"How's Check Matey doing?"
"He's keeping busy… Any leads?"
"Not yet. I'm still staking out Kellog's dressing room."
"Keep me posted." She reattached the talkie to her belt and went back to her book.
"Man I'm going out of my mind!" Check Matey yelled.
"Touch nothing," she mumbled. God can't he shut up for a minute?
He sat down next to her and began reading over her shoulder. "What is this?"
"Nothing that you'd understand."
He rested his hand on her back. "Loosen up."
"You said that once already." Why is he getting to me?
"I know."
AN: I know, really farfetched but that's why it's fiction. Anyways, I'm not sure if I'm going to have this one be a IngridFillmore fic or an IngridCheck Matey fic. Okay, R&R! Also, really short but I'm working on it.