A/N: Wow I got lots of rviews, cookies for everybody! *passes out cookies to everyone* Someone asked me about romance, don't worry I'm such a romantic, just be patient. The best things come to those who wait.
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Act III: Searching
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Ten minutes later, after brushing his teeth, leaving a note for his parents, and getting his neighbors to drive him; Fillmore arrived at the Third's. As he entered he heard Mr. Third on the phone.
"Her name's Ingrid, Ingrid Third. She didn't come home after school. No, you don't understan, she ALWAYS tells us where she is. I know you're not supposed to start searching for someone until they've been missing at least 48 hours, but can't you do anything? Please, I know there's something wrong. Her best friend heard her call for help over their walkie talkies. He can tell you, he'll be here soon-"
"I'm here Mr. Third," said Fillmore, coming up behind him. "Please, let me talk to him."
"Fillmore, thanks for coming. Ok, tell them what you heard."
Fillmore took the phone, his hand trembling slightly. But he managed to keep his voice steady. "Hello?" He said calmly. He was greeted by a tired sounding man.
"Hello? Who am I speaking to?"
"Cornelius Fillmore."
"Do you know the girl, ummm Ingrid, was it?"
"Yes,Ingrid's my best friend and my partner."
"Your partner?"
"Yeah, X Middle School safety patrol."
"Ok, well I was told you heard Ingrid call for help?"
"Yes I did, I tried to talk to her on our walkies."
"Tell me exactly what you heard, please."
"Well, at first all I heard was static, then I heard her say'Fillmore! Help!' Then there was more static and then nothing."
"And you're sure this was Ingrid?"
"Yeah, I'd know her voice anywhere."
"And she wasn't just playing around."
"Ingrid's not like that, she wouldn't just let everyone worry about her. Never."
The man sighed, as though Fillmore were wasting his time. "Please put Mr. Third back on the phone." Fillmore obeyed and Mr. Third began speaking very quickly to the man on the phone. Just then the doorbell rang. Ariella had gone upstairs already so Fillmore answered it.
"Hey Mom, hey Dad."
"Cornelius, what's going on? Your note said to come over here because it was an emergency. Why are you here? Where's Ingrid?" Mrs. Fillmore asked the last question after glancing around the room and seeing no one else. Fillmore led his parents over to the couch where thaey all sat.
"Mom, Ingrid's gone. She's been kidnapped we're assuming. We have no idea where she is. We don't know what we're going to do yet. I'm waiting for Mr. Third to get off the phone."
"Actually Fillmore, I'm done. This is outrageous! They won't look for her until tomorrow morning. They said it's the best thing they could do. I'm going out to look for her right now. There's really nothing else you can do, Fillmore. But when Ingrid gets home I'll be sure to tell her that you came over so quickly. She'll really appreciate it."
Mr. Fillmore stood up. "No, we can't go home and let you look by yourself. And I'm sure Cornelius wants to help any way he can."
"You don't have to."
"I know, but we want to. Ingrid is such a good friend to Cornelius. And we all want to bring her home safe."
"Are you sure it's not a problem?"
"No problem at all, we're sure."
"Thank you." Mr. Third gave a sigh of relief. " Thank you so much. You don't know how much this will mean to Ingrid. And it means just as much to me."
So, Ariella and Mr. Third took one car, Fillmore and his mother took another, and Mr. Fillmore took a third. They left Ingrid's house at 6:30 that night. Fillmore never doubted, he was sure they'd find Ingrid that night. But sometimes being sure isn't enough.
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A/N: This one was a little longer, I hope it was enough for you. I'm really trying to keep people in character so make sure you guys tell me if I'm not. I'm glad you all like cliffies cuz there's a major on between chapter 7 and 8.
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Act III: Searching
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Ten minutes later, after brushing his teeth, leaving a note for his parents, and getting his neighbors to drive him; Fillmore arrived at the Third's. As he entered he heard Mr. Third on the phone.
"Her name's Ingrid, Ingrid Third. She didn't come home after school. No, you don't understan, she ALWAYS tells us where she is. I know you're not supposed to start searching for someone until they've been missing at least 48 hours, but can't you do anything? Please, I know there's something wrong. Her best friend heard her call for help over their walkie talkies. He can tell you, he'll be here soon-"
"I'm here Mr. Third," said Fillmore, coming up behind him. "Please, let me talk to him."
"Fillmore, thanks for coming. Ok, tell them what you heard."
Fillmore took the phone, his hand trembling slightly. But he managed to keep his voice steady. "Hello?" He said calmly. He was greeted by a tired sounding man.
"Hello? Who am I speaking to?"
"Cornelius Fillmore."
"Do you know the girl, ummm Ingrid, was it?"
"Yes,Ingrid's my best friend and my partner."
"Your partner?"
"Yeah, X Middle School safety patrol."
"Ok, well I was told you heard Ingrid call for help?"
"Yes I did, I tried to talk to her on our walkies."
"Tell me exactly what you heard, please."
"Well, at first all I heard was static, then I heard her say'Fillmore! Help!' Then there was more static and then nothing."
"And you're sure this was Ingrid?"
"Yeah, I'd know her voice anywhere."
"And she wasn't just playing around."
"Ingrid's not like that, she wouldn't just let everyone worry about her. Never."
The man sighed, as though Fillmore were wasting his time. "Please put Mr. Third back on the phone." Fillmore obeyed and Mr. Third began speaking very quickly to the man on the phone. Just then the doorbell rang. Ariella had gone upstairs already so Fillmore answered it.
"Hey Mom, hey Dad."
"Cornelius, what's going on? Your note said to come over here because it was an emergency. Why are you here? Where's Ingrid?" Mrs. Fillmore asked the last question after glancing around the room and seeing no one else. Fillmore led his parents over to the couch where thaey all sat.
"Mom, Ingrid's gone. She's been kidnapped we're assuming. We have no idea where she is. We don't know what we're going to do yet. I'm waiting for Mr. Third to get off the phone."
"Actually Fillmore, I'm done. This is outrageous! They won't look for her until tomorrow morning. They said it's the best thing they could do. I'm going out to look for her right now. There's really nothing else you can do, Fillmore. But when Ingrid gets home I'll be sure to tell her that you came over so quickly. She'll really appreciate it."
Mr. Fillmore stood up. "No, we can't go home and let you look by yourself. And I'm sure Cornelius wants to help any way he can."
"You don't have to."
"I know, but we want to. Ingrid is such a good friend to Cornelius. And we all want to bring her home safe."
"Are you sure it's not a problem?"
"No problem at all, we're sure."
"Thank you." Mr. Third gave a sigh of relief. " Thank you so much. You don't know how much this will mean to Ingrid. And it means just as much to me."
So, Ariella and Mr. Third took one car, Fillmore and his mother took another, and Mr. Fillmore took a third. They left Ingrid's house at 6:30 that night. Fillmore never doubted, he was sure they'd find Ingrid that night. But sometimes being sure isn't enough.
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A/N: This one was a little longer, I hope it was enough for you. I'm really trying to keep people in character so make sure you guys tell me if I'm not. I'm glad you all like cliffies cuz there's a major on between chapter 7 and 8.