A/N: RAVENSDOUBLE-Ingrid's my fave too. You had a great idea for the story, but I already have this ff planned out and unfortunatly your plan doesn't fit in there. But it is a good idea.
Thanks for eveyone's review and all your compliments. Anyway, here we go!
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Act V: Badge, Belt, Blood, and Walkie
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It ws five o'clock on Sunday March 17th. Ingrid had dissapered the 14th. Fillmore had spent all weekend placing calls and hanging posters. In fact, he had just gotten home from hanging posters on the South side of town. People had acted a little weird arounf Fillmore at first, but by the end of Friday he had made it very clear that he was not going to give into the situation. Meanwhile Fillmore had devoted all his time to Finding Ingrid. He was trying to think of another way to help when his phone rang.
"Fillmore's, Cornelius here."
"Fillmore, it's Mr. Third, can I come over? I have something for you. "
"Sure Mr. Third."
"Alright, I'm on my way. Good-bye."
"Bye," said Fillmorre, slightly puzzled. What could Mr. Third have for HIM?
Five minutes later his mother called him. "Cornelius, Mr. Third is here for you." Fillmore made his way downstairs to the living room where Mr. Third was sitting on his couch.
"Hey Mr. Third."
"Hi Fillmore," Mr. Third replied, looking slighly crestfallen.
"What's wrong?"
"Well, they found some of Ingrid's things," he said, handing Fillmore Ingrid's badge, belt, and radio. "And they found some blood, not a lot, like maybe from a cut, but it's Ingrid's blood."
Fillmore took a second to think, he had to stay calm. "She probably lost this stuff in a struggle. And you said it wasn't much blood, right?"
Mr. Third gave a weak smile. "You're right, I'm sure she's just fine."
"I know she is," Fillmore agreed strongly, holding out Ingrid's posessions to her father. But Mr. Third held up a hand and shook his head. "No, you keep them. That's why I brought them. You can give them back when we find her. Oh, and thank you Fillmore. For all your doing to find her. She'll be so happy when she finds out all you've done."
"No problem, Mr. Third, I just wanna help."
"Well, you are, and I appreciate it. I'll see you soon I guess."
"Ok, and make sure you tell me as soon as you find out anything."
"You'll be the first to know."
"Bye Mr. Third."
Fillmore sat down on his couch and sighed. His mother look at him.
"Cornelius? Are you ok?"
"Yeah I'll be fine. I just hope they find her soon."
"I'm sure they will dear."
"I'm gonna go upstairs, I don't want dinner tonight."
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah." Fillmore carried Ingrid's things upstairs and placed them all on his desk in his room. He picked up her photo I.D. which he had taken out of her desk at HQ and looked at it. "You'd better come home soon Ingrid," He spoke directly to it as though talking to Ingrid, "or at least leave us something to show that you ARE coming back." He set the I.D. down and sighed. "Of course you coming back," he spoke to the air. "That's what I love about working with you, no matter where you go, even to the other side like with the Red Robbins, you always come back."
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A/N: Ok, I know it's short, but quality matters more than quantity right? Anyway tell me what you think.
Thanks for eveyone's review and all your compliments. Anyway, here we go!
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Act V: Badge, Belt, Blood, and Walkie
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It ws five o'clock on Sunday March 17th. Ingrid had dissapered the 14th. Fillmore had spent all weekend placing calls and hanging posters. In fact, he had just gotten home from hanging posters on the South side of town. People had acted a little weird arounf Fillmore at first, but by the end of Friday he had made it very clear that he was not going to give into the situation. Meanwhile Fillmore had devoted all his time to Finding Ingrid. He was trying to think of another way to help when his phone rang.
"Fillmore's, Cornelius here."
"Fillmore, it's Mr. Third, can I come over? I have something for you. "
"Sure Mr. Third."
"Alright, I'm on my way. Good-bye."
"Bye," said Fillmorre, slightly puzzled. What could Mr. Third have for HIM?
Five minutes later his mother called him. "Cornelius, Mr. Third is here for you." Fillmore made his way downstairs to the living room where Mr. Third was sitting on his couch.
"Hey Mr. Third."
"Hi Fillmore," Mr. Third replied, looking slighly crestfallen.
"What's wrong?"
"Well, they found some of Ingrid's things," he said, handing Fillmore Ingrid's badge, belt, and radio. "And they found some blood, not a lot, like maybe from a cut, but it's Ingrid's blood."
Fillmore took a second to think, he had to stay calm. "She probably lost this stuff in a struggle. And you said it wasn't much blood, right?"
Mr. Third gave a weak smile. "You're right, I'm sure she's just fine."
"I know she is," Fillmore agreed strongly, holding out Ingrid's posessions to her father. But Mr. Third held up a hand and shook his head. "No, you keep them. That's why I brought them. You can give them back when we find her. Oh, and thank you Fillmore. For all your doing to find her. She'll be so happy when she finds out all you've done."
"No problem, Mr. Third, I just wanna help."
"Well, you are, and I appreciate it. I'll see you soon I guess."
"Ok, and make sure you tell me as soon as you find out anything."
"You'll be the first to know."
"Bye Mr. Third."
Fillmore sat down on his couch and sighed. His mother look at him.
"Cornelius? Are you ok?"
"Yeah I'll be fine. I just hope they find her soon."
"I'm sure they will dear."
"I'm gonna go upstairs, I don't want dinner tonight."
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah." Fillmore carried Ingrid's things upstairs and placed them all on his desk in his room. He picked up her photo I.D. which he had taken out of her desk at HQ and looked at it. "You'd better come home soon Ingrid," He spoke directly to it as though talking to Ingrid, "or at least leave us something to show that you ARE coming back." He set the I.D. down and sighed. "Of course you coming back," he spoke to the air. "That's what I love about working with you, no matter where you go, even to the other side like with the Red Robbins, you always come back."
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A/N: Ok, I know it's short, but quality matters more than quantity right? Anyway tell me what you think.