SisCoKid: A long time ago somebody asked me to do a Fillmore fic of this nature. Well, I have the time now and I always keep my word. WARNING! There will be rather mature content later on in the fic. I will put a warning when it is needed.

I changed the rating because I have been coming by much more mature fic then mine that are still rated T.

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

Chapter 1

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Fillmore shot up in his bed, waking with a start. Sweating coated his heavily breathing body. He rested his face in his hands. 'That dream again.' He slowly wiped the sweat off his face before picking the sleep out of his eyes and reaching for his glasses. It was still dark outside. How much sleep had he got? He put his glasses on and looked at his digital clock. It read 3:36 a.m.

Fillmore groaned as he threw his sheets off and swung his feet of the bed. Once his feet found his slippers, he stood up. Standing at the height of 6'2 with a body athletes begged for. Time had done Fillmore good. Especially in a department downstairs and it was showing. Poking out of the hole in the front of his boxers. Little Fillmore had absolutely loved his racy dream. It loved all the racy dreams Fillmore had been plagued with for the past year.

Which would obviously mean that Fillmore enjoyed them as well. One could not physically react to something in their sleep with out mentally yearning for it. But of course our hero denies himself of desiring such dirty pleasures. Not of anyone, especially not his partner in crime for the past six years.

'Ingrid.' Fillmore's friend, who had been falling asleep, woke right back up as the image of her fluttered through his mind.

Fillmore face/palmed.

"Damn it." He muttered.

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Closing the front door, Fillmore set out across the lawn to his car. Throughout the years, Fillmore's outfit had remained practical. The only difference was the addition of a brown jacket for the weather.

He got to his car and stopped. 'Maybe I'll walk.' It wouldn't kill him and there was no chance of him being late. School didn't start until eight and it was barely four in the morning. Besides, there are a few things he wants to think about before ansorbing himself in the safety patrol business.

Fillmore made it to the side walk and started for the school.

X High. He was a senior there. Still as big a participant in the safety patrol as ever. Delinquent and drug dealers alike feared his name. So naturally he had been the first pick to take Vallejo's position as X high commissioner this year. but he politely declined the offer and Tehama became X Highs new commissioner. truth be told, he had wanted that position. He knew that he was the best for it. But one factor held him back, one person.

Ingrid Third, his partner.

Fillmore stopped and watched a raccoon pillage a near by trash can for a moment before resuming his trek.

Something happened between them in the midst of junior year. He had subconsciously crossed some invisible line. The explosion of raging teenage hormones didn't help matters much. The changes he made were subtle at first. Like he stopped calling her just to talk. But as the year progress, he drifted them further and further apart. Soon they didn't hangout on weekends, followed closely by during the week after school. Eventually, even though they had the same lunch period, they didn't eat together.

The only thing that kept them together was their partnership. But sadly even that was starting to get strained. It seemed Ingrid had filed for a partner change. It didn't surprise him, but it hurt just the same. She was a damn good partner.

Fillmore's body shivered with excitement at the thought of his lady partner, even if the thoughts weren't good. And here's where the problem lies. The smell of lavender that lingered around her body. Those lush pink lips. He would often find himself fantasying about them when he should be listening to what she had to say. Those emerald green eyes. How he wish he could just take time out of his day to stare into them, no talking, just observing the beauty of them.

Her body was another story entirely. First there was her ghetto booty that he had contemplating grabbing from time to time. Beautiful legs that had been sculptured to perfection from all the running over the years. He found them to be awful distracting when he was running behind her as they chased a low life. Her chest was rather flat, but he didn't mind. Fillmore was an ass man. Besides her smooth stomach made up for that. To top it all off was her milky white complexion, which contrasted with her beautiful noir locks of hair...

Fillmore willed himself to compress the dirty thoughts of her. Little Fillmore was getting a little too excited in his pants.

Strangely enough, other than Ingrid he didn't have these problems. No other girl set off such a powerful sexual reaction from him. No other girl played the roll of the lover in his dreams. No other girl made him so damn frustrated!

Fillmore didn't like lusting over his partner, his former best friend. It wasn't profession, not at all.

So last year when this all started. he figured, the less he was around her, the less his sexual drive for her would be. Which didn't turn out to be so. It seemed his want of her increased the more they were separated. The past summer being a testament of his will to live. He survived though, ironically enough only the thought of seeing her when school started kept him sane.

As much as he tried to distance himself from Ingrid, he found that he couldn't. Not completely at least. His opportunity had been with the commissioner offer. Commissioners didn't have partners.

But he couldn't...

He couldn't because...

Because he needed her. He needed her like a plant needed the sun, or a cow needed grass. She was a poison he took daily. Knowing full well the consequences. The dreams her presence would create later on while he slept. That voice like honey to him, no other sound so pleasing on his ears. Those eyes that used to be able to read him like a book. He didn't leave a lot to be observed as of lately though. Oh what time had done to him.

Fillmore turned the lock to the safety patrol room, only to discovery it was already unlocked. "What the?"

He opened the door.

"Ingrid?"

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SisCoKid: LOL. Sorry. I just had to put ghetto booty in one of my fics. Just one of those personal pointless goals you set up for no reason other than your own pleasure. Anyways, tell me if you liked it. It might take me while to update it. I'm juggling about four fics at the moment. Anyway...this was pretty much the introduction. the story sets off next chapter.