A/N This is my first ff so if it's not that good you'll know why. Please excuse any spelling or grammer errors, I try. So, here's my next chapter. Summary-Ingrid and Fillmore fight. No one is reading this no one ever reads A/Ns. At least I dont.
audi katia- Thanks for the rose and the applause. Yes, you're right. And yes, it's sad. You were my first reviewer, yay! And btw I read your whole profile, so where's my cookie?
Mousas-Thanks for your review. I read your profile too and yes you are a slacker. Lol just kidding. Anyway thanks again.
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Wednesday Ingrid didn't eat or talk much. She was in the library when Fillmore radioed her. "Ingrid, get to the cafeteria ASAP! Two thugs just started a food fight and I've got them on the run."
"On my way." Ingrid quickly made her way towards the cafeteria. Just then the two perps raced past her. Usually she would have been on their tails but she wasn't really feeling up to a chase. She was about to radio some backup or at least Fillmore when she heard a voice behind her.
"Ingrid! What are you doing?" It was Fillmore and he was not happy.
"I-I was-"
"Nevermind, we'll talk later." Fillmore ran around the coner. Ingrid took a diiferent hallway and cought the perps.
Later Ingrid was about to tell Vallejo that she was going to skip the after school beat when Fillmore came up behind her. "What was wrong with you earlier, Ingrid?"
"Nothing Fillmore, I'm fine."
"Well, you aren't acting fine."
"Fillmore, I said I'm fine! Just drop it ok?"
"There you go again! Why are you doing this?"
"Doing what? What am I doing?"
"You're acting weird. And you've been acting weird for about two weeks now. If you've got a problem with me it needs to be settled. You almost blew it today. What if it had been more important then just a food fight. Something really bad could have happened and it would be our fault. Ingrid, we've got a job to do."
"I'm not going to stand here and listen to this, I'm leaving."
"So you're just going to walk away? That solves everything doesn't it?"
Ingrid sighed, "listen Fillmore," she said calmly, "stop worrying about me. I'm fine just give me a few days."
Fillmore crossed his fingers behind his back. "Sure Ingrid."
"Thanks Fillmore. Late."
*********************************************************************** Two hours later Fillmore was standing on Ingrid's porch. "This had better be worth it," he said to himself as he rang the doorbell. Mr. Third answered the door.
"Oh, hello Fillmore. Come on in. Ingrid's upstairs, napping I think. Do you want me to go get her?"
"No Mr. Third, I actually came to talk to you. It's about her. She's been acting weird."
"Has she been quiet?"
"Yeah."
"Withdrawn?"
"Yeah."
"Irritable?"
"Very!"
"Oh this happens every year around this time. None of her friends have ever come to our house though. Then again she's never really had any friends, not since, well... Anyway Fillmore, she'll be fine in a few days I promise."
"Uh that's great Mr. Third, but is there anything I can do now? Like to help her."
"Just try to be understanding."
"But Mr. Third, I don't understand. She wont tell me what's wrong with her."
"You really want to know?"
"Ingrid's my best friend. If she's going through something that makes her misserable or upset then of course I want to know."
Mr. Third smiled, reached onto a shelf, and pulled down a picture album. He flipped through the pages and stopped on a picture of a little girl in a yellow sundress. "This is my Ingrid when she was five."
"What? No that can't be Ingrid. Her hair is long, and curly, and she's wearing yellow!"
"Oh Ingrid used to wear lots of colors, but that was before."
"Before what?"
"Ingrid's mother was driving home from the store one night with Ingrid in the car. It was raining and my wife was trying to concentrate on the road. Ingrid dropped her book she was reading and she asked her mother to pick it up, she was only five and she couldn't reach it. Well anyway her mother did, but since she had been distracted from the road she lost control of the car. It slid off the road and got hit by another car. Ingrid's mother died, but Ingrid was fine. But she blamed herself, she said if she hadn't asked her mother to pick up her book then she's still be alive. She started wearing only black. Her mother had loved Ingrid's long hair, so Ingrid cut it and had it straightened. She's never been the same since."
"Oh snap! And with Mother's Day coming up, no wonder she's acting this way."
"Well, actually she could handle Mother's Day. But her mother died the day after Mother's Day."
"Why didn't she tell me?"
"She hasn't stopped blaming herself. She still feels guilty. She still thinks it's her fault."
"Wow. Well, I guess I'll go then. Thank you Mr. Third. But please, don't tell Ingrid about this. She'll kill me."
"He doesn't have to tell me!" Said a voice from the top of the stairs. Fillmore had never heard Ingrid so angry before.
"Ingrid I-"
"What do you think you're doing here? What right do you have to come over to my house and get my father to tell you stuff about me?"
"Ingrid come on, I was worried about you."
"I told you I was fine."
"But you weren't acting fine."
"I told you to give me a few days and you said you would! My life is not a case for the Safety Patrol, or you, or any other person! You can't just investigate it like you investigate anything else!"
"But Ingrid-"
Ingrid sighed, "Just go home Fillmore."
"Come on, this is me, Fillmore."
"I know, and I want you to leave." With that she turned and went back upstairs.
Fillmore sighed, "Well, thank you Mr. Third."
"Anytime Fillmore, don't worry about Ingrid, she'll be fine."
"Yeah sure," he replied doubtfully. "Bye Mr. Third."
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A/N So what do you think I'm totally open to constructive critisism. I don't think it's very good, but Ingrid was hard to write for. She doesn't show a lot of emotion in the show but I tried to keep her in character.
audi katia- Thanks for the rose and the applause. Yes, you're right. And yes, it's sad. You were my first reviewer, yay! And btw I read your whole profile, so where's my cookie?
Mousas-Thanks for your review. I read your profile too and yes you are a slacker. Lol just kidding. Anyway thanks again.
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Wednesday Ingrid didn't eat or talk much. She was in the library when Fillmore radioed her. "Ingrid, get to the cafeteria ASAP! Two thugs just started a food fight and I've got them on the run."
"On my way." Ingrid quickly made her way towards the cafeteria. Just then the two perps raced past her. Usually she would have been on their tails but she wasn't really feeling up to a chase. She was about to radio some backup or at least Fillmore when she heard a voice behind her.
"Ingrid! What are you doing?" It was Fillmore and he was not happy.
"I-I was-"
"Nevermind, we'll talk later." Fillmore ran around the coner. Ingrid took a diiferent hallway and cought the perps.
Later Ingrid was about to tell Vallejo that she was going to skip the after school beat when Fillmore came up behind her. "What was wrong with you earlier, Ingrid?"
"Nothing Fillmore, I'm fine."
"Well, you aren't acting fine."
"Fillmore, I said I'm fine! Just drop it ok?"
"There you go again! Why are you doing this?"
"Doing what? What am I doing?"
"You're acting weird. And you've been acting weird for about two weeks now. If you've got a problem with me it needs to be settled. You almost blew it today. What if it had been more important then just a food fight. Something really bad could have happened and it would be our fault. Ingrid, we've got a job to do."
"I'm not going to stand here and listen to this, I'm leaving."
"So you're just going to walk away? That solves everything doesn't it?"
Ingrid sighed, "listen Fillmore," she said calmly, "stop worrying about me. I'm fine just give me a few days."
Fillmore crossed his fingers behind his back. "Sure Ingrid."
"Thanks Fillmore. Late."
*********************************************************************** Two hours later Fillmore was standing on Ingrid's porch. "This had better be worth it," he said to himself as he rang the doorbell. Mr. Third answered the door.
"Oh, hello Fillmore. Come on in. Ingrid's upstairs, napping I think. Do you want me to go get her?"
"No Mr. Third, I actually came to talk to you. It's about her. She's been acting weird."
"Has she been quiet?"
"Yeah."
"Withdrawn?"
"Yeah."
"Irritable?"
"Very!"
"Oh this happens every year around this time. None of her friends have ever come to our house though. Then again she's never really had any friends, not since, well... Anyway Fillmore, she'll be fine in a few days I promise."
"Uh that's great Mr. Third, but is there anything I can do now? Like to help her."
"Just try to be understanding."
"But Mr. Third, I don't understand. She wont tell me what's wrong with her."
"You really want to know?"
"Ingrid's my best friend. If she's going through something that makes her misserable or upset then of course I want to know."
Mr. Third smiled, reached onto a shelf, and pulled down a picture album. He flipped through the pages and stopped on a picture of a little girl in a yellow sundress. "This is my Ingrid when she was five."
"What? No that can't be Ingrid. Her hair is long, and curly, and she's wearing yellow!"
"Oh Ingrid used to wear lots of colors, but that was before."
"Before what?"
"Ingrid's mother was driving home from the store one night with Ingrid in the car. It was raining and my wife was trying to concentrate on the road. Ingrid dropped her book she was reading and she asked her mother to pick it up, she was only five and she couldn't reach it. Well anyway her mother did, but since she had been distracted from the road she lost control of the car. It slid off the road and got hit by another car. Ingrid's mother died, but Ingrid was fine. But she blamed herself, she said if she hadn't asked her mother to pick up her book then she's still be alive. She started wearing only black. Her mother had loved Ingrid's long hair, so Ingrid cut it and had it straightened. She's never been the same since."
"Oh snap! And with Mother's Day coming up, no wonder she's acting this way."
"Well, actually she could handle Mother's Day. But her mother died the day after Mother's Day."
"Why didn't she tell me?"
"She hasn't stopped blaming herself. She still feels guilty. She still thinks it's her fault."
"Wow. Well, I guess I'll go then. Thank you Mr. Third. But please, don't tell Ingrid about this. She'll kill me."
"He doesn't have to tell me!" Said a voice from the top of the stairs. Fillmore had never heard Ingrid so angry before.
"Ingrid I-"
"What do you think you're doing here? What right do you have to come over to my house and get my father to tell you stuff about me?"
"Ingrid come on, I was worried about you."
"I told you I was fine."
"But you weren't acting fine."
"I told you to give me a few days and you said you would! My life is not a case for the Safety Patrol, or you, or any other person! You can't just investigate it like you investigate anything else!"
"But Ingrid-"
Ingrid sighed, "Just go home Fillmore."
"Come on, this is me, Fillmore."
"I know, and I want you to leave." With that she turned and went back upstairs.
Fillmore sighed, "Well, thank you Mr. Third."
"Anytime Fillmore, don't worry about Ingrid, she'll be fine."
"Yeah sure," he replied doubtfully. "Bye Mr. Third."
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A/N So what do you think I'm totally open to constructive critisism. I don't think it's very good, but Ingrid was hard to write for. She doesn't show a lot of emotion in the show but I tried to keep her in character.