To any readers who lost faith in me:
I'm sorry. Actually, I'm supposed to be doing homework and studying right now, but I've become so guilt-stricken I just had to get this story out and done. In fact, I haven't really read and Fillmore fics in a while as a means to punish myself. Now I can do so, without feeling so guilty. Yayz!
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Epilogue
"'I want my Daddy'? Are you sure he said that?" O'Farrell asked.
"Yup. Besides, what's wrong with him asking for his dad. It happens sometimes when suspects get caught. They guilt trip and end up telling a parent or two," Fillmore answered.
"No it's not that. It's that he used the word 'Daddy.' Don't you see? His dad is the CEO of not one but three big companies. How he did that, no one knows. He's majorly successful and business is his life. No son of his would ever call him 'Daddy.' Father would be more fitting. And because his kid goes to X Middle School, he practically sponsors half the clubs, whether his son is in them or not. The kid wears suits for crying out loud, when he's in his father's presence. That's probably why Folsom is on her tip toes. If he is unhappy with X then he'll stop sponsoring. And if he stops sponsoring, that makes Folsom look bad. And if she looks bad…" O'Farrell gave a dramatic pause, "she might get fired."
"Whoa, I didn't know that," Ingrid said.
"O'Farrell, since when did Safety Patrol's photographer know so much?" Fillmore asked.
"Thanks Fillmore," O'Farrell said taking it as a compliment.
"No, what I meant was… oh never mind. Ingrid let's go. Mr. Levine is probably here by now and we need to finish the questioning," said Fillmore.
"I think it'd be a good idea if you bring a psychologist," laughed O'Farrell. "I have a feeling some people are going to be driven crazy."
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Interrogation Room (yet again)
Mr. Levine: What is the meaning of this! Don't you people understand I have a busy schedule? I have a 1:30 appointment in CellevineTech Industries, a 2:15 appointment at YumMart Inc. about selling Levine Edibles, and another appointment following those at Levinestate, Realty Company that I just CANNOT miss! If you cause any further delay, so help me, I will-
Fillmore gave Ingrid an impressed look. Wow. He's covered technology, food and homes. Smart entrepreneur…
Ingrid: Please relax, Mr. Levine. We see that you are a busy, err, business man, but right now we are here to discuss your son. (They had actually gone to the school psychologist first, causing the delay, who gave them a bunch of cards with psychological things to say. Ingrid briefly sped read them. The psychologist decided to stay on the other side of the two way mirror, briefly muttering something about going to school with Mr. Levine and never wanting to be in his presence again.) These cards just might prove helpful.
Mr. Levine became mentally stunned for a moment, but on the outside he remained stoic. He wasn't fantastic at his job without reason.
Fillmore: Do you realize, Mr. Levine, how much trouble your son is causing in this school?
Mr. Levine: Yes. Yes, I do. I'm willing to pay for any damages of course –
Fillmore: Do you know why your son is causing trouble.
He looks to his father, wondering what his answer will be.
Mr. Levine: Yes. That would be uhm. Well you see, he is a natural trouble maker. Ever since I can remember he's been doing foolish things…
Donny: (interrupting his father) That's a lie! Dad,
Mr. Levine: Now, what did I say about calling me that in public? It's very unprofessional!
Ingrid: Mr. Levine, if you'd please let your son continue.
Levine: Dad, you don't even let me call you that at home. Ever since mom died, you've been to busy to do anything with me. We used to go to the park to play ball. What happened to that?
Mr. Levine: Why you little ingrateful runt. The reason why I've been so busy was to support this family to make sure that you were happy!
Donny: I was happier the way things used to be, going to the park and all. When you would actually spend time with me!
Ingrid and Fillmore look slightly uncomfortable. They give each other a look and both got up to leave the interrogation room. This was a discussion in which neither of them needed to be involved in. The Levines did not notice them make their exit; their "discussion" was too intense.
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"Phew. Was it uncomfortable in there or what?" Fillmore exclaimed as soon as the door shut. "I didn't know Donny had family issues. I hope it turns out for the best."
Ingrid replied, "Yeah. I kinda feel sorry for him. He'd have to be feeling a lot of things emotionally to have come up with a plan like that. Just to get his dad's attention, too!"
"Yup. Let's go hear what happens next with Vallejo. I don't think it'd be wise to step back into the IR just yet," Fillmore said.
Ingrid agreed and just as they opened the door, the school psychologist walked out and headed towards the interrogation room.
"A miracle. Simply a miracle. Now I can go in there without becoming emotionally unstable for a week," the psychologist smiled.
"Uh, Fillmore. Why does our school psychologist talk to himself?" Ingrid asked earnestly.
"I honestly don't know, Ingrid," Fillmore said shaking his head, trying to suppress a laugh.
They entered the room to find Folsom's eyes wet, Vallejo blowing his nose into a hanky, Tehama sort of sniffling and O'Farrell downright crying. Fillmore and Ingrid both looked through the glass to see father and son hugging, smiling, and crying at the same time, with a psychologist patting their backs and his own as well. He later said it was so that his own back wouldn't feel left out.
"Beautiful. That was so beautiful. Because of that I won't have to take Tehama to watch a chick flick for a couple of weeks," O'Farrell said in between sobs.
Fillmore raised his eyebrows. "You watch chick flicks?" he asked O'Farrell, but Tehama answered.
"I guess it's the inner chick inside me. Ya know, Ingrid sometimes tags along with us."
"I do!" Ingrid exclaimed. Then she froze for a split second and stared into space, as if trying to digest some information. "Maybe Fillmore should come the next time we go. He could use a good cry every once in a while," Ingrid joked. "Right, Cornelius?"
"Hey, what did I say about using my first…" This time it was Fillmore's turn to freeze. "I never told you my first name today. Tehama, O'Farrell?"
"I didn't tell her," Tehama said slowly.
"Woot. She's back. She's back! Our beloved Ingrid Third is back!" O'Farrell screamed as he did a quick Irish jig.
"Thanks, Fillmore. For being there through it all. You guys, too, Karen and Danny," Ingrid said happily.
"Group hug!" O'Farrell said ramming into them with surprising force.
"What's all this commotion?" asked Folsom who was busy drying up her eyes hoping that no one saw her crying in public.
"Ingrid's got her memory back," O'Farrell informed, in a rather sing-songish voice.
Vallejo whirled around, "Really?"
His nose blowing must have been really loud, to not have heard O'Farrell, everyone else thought.
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Later that day.
"Hello, Ms. Ingrid. Fillmore," Donny greeted them.
"What's with the formalities? I thought you made up with your dad," Fillmore questioned.
Donny waved hand. "I did, but I didn't make up with Ms. Ingrid here. I'm truly, most sincerely sorry about, uhm that," he said indicating her head.
"Well, I'd be lying if I said if I said that it was no big deal," Ingrid said.
Donny winced hearing this. "But, it was for a good cause, and it worked. But next time, think twice before throwing jars at people's head. I have a good source that says it really hurts."
Donny chuckles slightly, "I'm sure I will. By the way, my dad's willing to pay for any hospital expenses as well as anything that Safety Patrol damages. I hear that it happens frequently."
Fillmore, "I bet you heard that from Folsom. That'd be awesome, but you'd probably have to talk to Folsom about money matters."
Ingrid, "Yeah, and your dad would have to talk to my dad about the hospital expenses."
Both Ingrid and Fillmore, "But thanks for the offer."
"Jinks you owe me a soda," Ingrid said.
"Dawg, that's the third time this month," Fillmore said shaking his head.
"Hope you guys have a good one," Donny good-byed leaving them.
Folsom afterwards came up to them and complimented them on the good job, and how since Mr. Levine offered to pay for any more damages, (she looked at Fillmore in the eye) that she would never threaten Safety Patrol's existence again. Of course, this was forgotten by her the following week, but hey. Who's keeping track?
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A/N: I really, really hope you guys enjoyed this fic and that it wasn't a waste of your time to read. I know, it gets kinda family/friends mushy at the end, but that's just the way I saw it coming.