Ok Everybody this is my 1st Fillmore Fic so be nice, got it? Good. Anyway, I'll try to make this as good as possible. And this is semi-co-authored by my friend, Lyokogrl. I'm forgetting something. I do it all the time...What was I talking about? Oh yeah the stupid pointless disclaimer.

Disclaimer: Every body knows I don't own Fillmore. You guys can't sue me 'cause I admitted it, right?

Act I: A Flash in the Darkroom

"Be careful Fillmore. The janitor just mopped so the floor might be still wet." Tehama warned him. "Just make sure you lock up when you two are done. You just stick the keys in the bottom drawer when you leave." O'Farrell tossed the keys to Ingrid. The two officers nodded to the redhead and walked to inside the darkroom.

Fillmore prepared the solution and gently submerged the film." Fillmore what if we were wrong? What if Lenny didn't do it? What if there's a whole possibility that we didn't investigate?"

"That's a lot of what ifs, Ingrid. The pictures will tell us what we want to know...I think." He slowly pulled out the film and examined it. Ingrid snickered. The first frame was of his thumb. The second shot was a really fuzzy picture of O'Farrell doing the chicken dance wearing a red clown nose. The rest of the shots also had something wrong with them too. "Looks like you'll want to ask O'Farrell about camera lessons." She teased. "Dawg. I thought I did it right the first time." She snickered some more. Her eyes caught some thing slightly moving behind Fillmore. It's probably just a mouse that escaped from the biology lab or something like that. Maybe it's just nothing.

Fillmore was staring at the last frame. It was Lenny and he was with Johnny. They were together and he wasn't beating up Johnny.

Fillmore paced while his hand holding his chin.

"Fillmore you're getting kind of close to that mop." He didn't hear her and kept pacing, making larger and wider steps. "Uh...Fillmore, watch out for that mop." She warned again, a little louder. He didn't hear her though; he was too deep and thought. He tripped on the mop and kept sliding on the wet-and-still-drying floor. He took a clumsy fall and landed right on Ingrid. She had a surprised look on her face as their lips met. This would be so embarrassing if someone saw us. A click and a great flash indicated someone took a picture, but it went unnoticed while Fillmore and Ingrid were in shock. The door opened. Pete the Janitor stood there with a baffled and embarrassed look on his old, bearded face. "Uh I was just getting my mop. Hallway 6 needs a mopping real bad, but I'll come back when you two are done."

"Its not what it looks like, sir." The two said simultaneously and started rambling on and spitting out excuses. "That's what they all say. I'll get my mop and leave you two to what you were doing. I think you kids would call it a 'Make out session.'"

Ingrid stormed out, angry and extremely embarrassed. Her cheeks were so red, the school mascot would look like a pale pink shrimp.

Then Pete whispered in Fillmore's ear. "She's cute. She looks like a keeper."

Fillmore stormed out following the same way Ingrid did it.

Ingrid stared out at the sunflower maze. She sat down. This was so confusing. Her thoughts seemed to argue like two different people inside her head.

Crackers. It's just a kiss. Why does it bother me? Is because I like him or something. You know he likes you. He's just shy. Why else do you think he did it?

He doesn't like you; it was an accident. Besides he's my friend, my partner. He can't be my boyfriend or any more than just my friend. So just forget about it.

"I'm sorry. It's my fault." He stuck his hand on her shoulder.

She turned to face him. He looked so sincere and honest. "It isn't your fault. it was an accident. You slipped. Nobody except Pete saw us. I'm betting he won't say anything. So that leaves you and me. If you don't say anything, neither will I. Deal?"

"Deal, Domino."

He walked away, seemingly more relaxed any guilt free than before.

Snap! Why does this bug me? Like she said it was an accident. What if that kiss wasn't an accident? Does that mean I like her? Dawg, I need stop thinking so hard. It's giving me a headache. At least nobody's gonna find out. No one saw us. It's not like they're gonna print a headline that says something bizarre like "Safety Romance" or Cutest new couple: Ingrid and Fillmore in the paper.

Little did he know how wrong he was.

Hope you people liked it.In case you guys didn't know, the X middle school mascot is a lobster.I want to know what you guys thought of it so please review. I won't write another chapter until I get at least one to know if ANYBODY is reading it. Does that sound fair?

Tweedles: Wait, you gotta say something about how you don't want flames!

Superducki: Where on Earth did you come from?

Tweedles: Your big head, stupid! Geez, what is in there, an empty space where your brain used to be?

Superducki: You are so mean. I'll tell my mom!

Tweedles: So? I'll just disappear and you'll have to tell your mom that you are loony!

Superducki: Fine. I'm leaving. Bye people.

Tweedles: See Ya. I want to see what stupid thing she's going to do next!

Superducki: I heard that.