Hey. This is my very first Fillmore fiction. So don't kill me if it's not all that good.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything you recognize from the show.

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Ingrid sighed for what seemed like the thousandth time since she'd sat down at her desk in her room with the intention of writing the letter. The letter that had consumed her mind and kept her distracted.

She was dressed in a long light blue night shirt. It fell just below her knees and the soft material rested on her knees. The airconditioner in her window let a gust of cool air blow into her room. Her bangs danced over her face. She sighed and smacked her head on the hard wood surface.

"I am going to die." She grabbed the paper and reread it. "Is this what I want? I don't know." There was a knock on her door and Ariella walked in.

"What are you doing?" Ingrid turned around.

"Knock much?"

"What do you have to hide?" Ingrid folded the note gingerly and slid it into an envelope.

"Nothing. Just a note."

"To who?"

"None of your business."

"Oh. Didn't know Cornelius changed his name." Ingrid turned to face her older sister.

"And who said this was for Fillmore?"

"That look in your eyes says it all Ing. You finally asking him out?"

"No. It's a note. No big deal."

"By the way you're acting I can tell it is a big deal to you."

"Did you just come in here to torture me?"

"No. I just came in to tell you dad wants you to go to bed." Ingrid rolled her eyes. "You really want dad to come up here and start guessing what you're up to?" Ingrid sighed and wrote Cornelius Fillmore on the envelope before sliding it on her bag. "I knew it."

"You don't know anything. Get out so I can go to bed." Ariella stood up and made her way to the door.

"Fine. Goodnight gnat."

"Late."

.--.6:30 THE NEXT MORNING.--.

Ingrid sighed and slung her bag over her shoulder. She had been awake since 4:30, a typical school morning for her. Although, instead of reading or going over case notes like usual, she had sat up thinking about Fillmore. Why was she going to give him the note? Was she that pathetic?

"I'm headed to school." She didn't expect to hear any answer, she just grabbed a snack bar off the counter and walked out the door. She blew a strand of hair out of her face and kept walking. She was wearing her normal black outfit. As she rounded a corner and saw the large red 'X', she became increasingly nervous. She took a deep breath and pushed open the door.

"Hey Ingrid!" Ingrid turned to see Danny O'Farrell walking towards her.

"Hey Danny." She sighed. She had really hoped he'd be sick today. (AN: And no, I'm not bashing. I love Danny's character. Ingrid is just nervous, and she doesn't want him of all people to notice the note.)

"What's that?" He pointed to the envelope in her hand. "A letter for Fillmore? Why a letter? Why don't you ever write me a letter?" She rolled her eyes. There was no backing out now. The mouth knew about the letter.

"It's just a letter. You know, just stuff… between a couple friends." She opened the door and followed Danny in the office. She laid the envelope inside the top drawer and carefully closed it. A shadow backed away from the door, unnoticed.

"Oh, you think you're getting away with this? We'll see who wins this round."

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Ok, so that is done. What do you think? Short, I know. But it is the first chapter of my first story.

Who is the shadow and what will happen? (I love cliffy's!)

Please RnR! (No flames please.)