A/N: Okay, I've had lots of reviews, so maybe I should do this sort of thing more often. Lol, just kidding. I know you've all read ahead by now I would have too. So I'll go ahead and tell yoou that I never had any intention of killing Ingrid. No I'm not a cruel person, I just thought this would be interesting.
~I got a review telling me to watch my spelling and grammer, most of my spelling is really just bad typing, but I never realized my grammer was bad. That person also told me my character reactions were unrealistic, and after rereading, I agree. So thank you to the writer of that review. Okay, here we go.
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Act 7:Realizations
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"That's not her."
"What?"
"It's not her, it's not Ingrid."
"Are you sure?"
"Of course. It's not Ingrid."
"I'm going to get your dad."
"Okay, he'll say the same thing."
The nurse, whom Fillmore later found out was named Mary, left the room and soon returnd with Mr. Third.
"Mr. Third, this boy says that the body we have here is not your daughter."
"Well, then I'm sure it's not her."
"Mr. Third, please look at her. Sometimes children have a hard time accepting these things."
Mr. Third walked over to the body and looked at the girl's face for a long time. So long that Fillmore started to fear that he had been wrong. But Mr. Third finally looked at the ground shook, his head, and sighed. Then he turned to face Fillmore and Mary and he smiled. "It's not her," he said. "That's not my daughter, it's not Ingrid's."
"All right then." They saw a nurse go by the door, "Elizabeth, will you please check them out? They say this girl's not Ingrid Third. This is Ingrid's father and adopted brother."
"Sure Mary, come this way please."
Fillmore recognized the nurse, Elizabeth, she had been the one there when he had gotten a concusion after falling during a Safety Patrol chase. She had been in the room before the docter came in. She knew he wasn't related to Ingrid, because he had told her about Ingrid while they had been waiting for the doctor. But hopefully Elizabeth wouldn't remember, and if she did, he'd deny everything.
Mr. Third, Elizabeth, and Fillmore walked to the front desk, told the secretary about Ingrid, and made their way to the exit. They were at the door when Elizabeth spoke, "Fillmore?"
"Yeah?" He answered, realizing a moment to late what he'd done. 'So much for denying,' he thought.
"Even though it means a lot more work for me, I'm glad that wasn't Ingrid. I remember you telling me about her."
"You actually remember that?"
"Yeah, you talked about her the whole half hour. Anyway, I know you'll find her. I've seen all your posters. Oh, and don't worry, I won't tell Mary."
"Thanks, I just really needed to know if it was her."
"Yeah, I understand."
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Fillmore was sitting at his desk at HQ. He was alone, or so he thought. Vallejo came out of his office and spotted Fillmore.
"You're here late," pointed out vallejo.
"So are you."
"I'm Jr. Commisioner, I'm not supposed to leave until you do."
"Well, I may be here a while,"
"You wanna talk?"
"About what?"
"About anything."
"Ummm, okay. Have you ever liked someone, seriously, I mean." Fillmore half expected Vallejo to think it was a joke, lose patience, and leave. But he didn't he actually answered."
"Yeah, I did, once."
"Well how did you know? How did you realized that you really liked them and it wasn't just something else?"
"Well, there are certain signs that usually don't occur unless you like them."
"Such as?"
"Well, you feel you can trust her."
"Yeah."
"You think about her a lot."
"Yeah."
"You always have fun with her."
"Yeah."
"You like spending time with her."
"Yeah."
"You get jealous if you see her with someone else."
"Well, not jealous exactly, maybe protective."
Vallejo gave Fillmore a we-both-know-you're-lying-so-fess-up look.
"Okay, maybe, a little."
"You miss her when she's gone."
"Has it been like this since before she was kidnapped?"
"Yeah," said Fillmore. Speaking too quickly for the second time that day. "I mean, uh." He sighed, "how'd you know?"
"Fillmore, everyone knows, everyone except you and Ingrid have known for a long time. And if Ingrid gets back you can-"
"WHEN Ingrid gets back, and no, I won't ask her."
"Why?"
"Because, I don't want to."
"Why?"
"I just don't want to man."
"Sometimes, it's not about what you want."
"What are you talking about?"
"Sometimes it's what you need. You and Ingrid balance each other out. You guys aren't such good friends just because you get along. You guys complete each other. You need each other."
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A/N: Okay, the end was sappy and Vallejo was very OOC, but I needed someoneto say that stuff so I took the easy way out and stuck it on Vallejo. Someone requested a F/I lip kiss, I don't know, I wasn't planning one, but if a lot of people want it, I might work it in. It depends on if I can write it gracefully, I'm a true romantic and not quite a good enough writer to hide the sappiness that comes from it. But maybe, we'll have to wait and see if anyone else wants it, so review!
~I got a review telling me to watch my spelling and grammer, most of my spelling is really just bad typing, but I never realized my grammer was bad. That person also told me my character reactions were unrealistic, and after rereading, I agree. So thank you to the writer of that review. Okay, here we go.
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Act 7:Realizations
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"That's not her."
"What?"
"It's not her, it's not Ingrid."
"Are you sure?"
"Of course. It's not Ingrid."
"I'm going to get your dad."
"Okay, he'll say the same thing."
The nurse, whom Fillmore later found out was named Mary, left the room and soon returnd with Mr. Third.
"Mr. Third, this boy says that the body we have here is not your daughter."
"Well, then I'm sure it's not her."
"Mr. Third, please look at her. Sometimes children have a hard time accepting these things."
Mr. Third walked over to the body and looked at the girl's face for a long time. So long that Fillmore started to fear that he had been wrong. But Mr. Third finally looked at the ground shook, his head, and sighed. Then he turned to face Fillmore and Mary and he smiled. "It's not her," he said. "That's not my daughter, it's not Ingrid's."
"All right then." They saw a nurse go by the door, "Elizabeth, will you please check them out? They say this girl's not Ingrid Third. This is Ingrid's father and adopted brother."
"Sure Mary, come this way please."
Fillmore recognized the nurse, Elizabeth, she had been the one there when he had gotten a concusion after falling during a Safety Patrol chase. She had been in the room before the docter came in. She knew he wasn't related to Ingrid, because he had told her about Ingrid while they had been waiting for the doctor. But hopefully Elizabeth wouldn't remember, and if she did, he'd deny everything.
Mr. Third, Elizabeth, and Fillmore walked to the front desk, told the secretary about Ingrid, and made their way to the exit. They were at the door when Elizabeth spoke, "Fillmore?"
"Yeah?" He answered, realizing a moment to late what he'd done. 'So much for denying,' he thought.
"Even though it means a lot more work for me, I'm glad that wasn't Ingrid. I remember you telling me about her."
"You actually remember that?"
"Yeah, you talked about her the whole half hour. Anyway, I know you'll find her. I've seen all your posters. Oh, and don't worry, I won't tell Mary."
"Thanks, I just really needed to know if it was her."
"Yeah, I understand."
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Fillmore was sitting at his desk at HQ. He was alone, or so he thought. Vallejo came out of his office and spotted Fillmore.
"You're here late," pointed out vallejo.
"So are you."
"I'm Jr. Commisioner, I'm not supposed to leave until you do."
"Well, I may be here a while,"
"You wanna talk?"
"About what?"
"About anything."
"Ummm, okay. Have you ever liked someone, seriously, I mean." Fillmore half expected Vallejo to think it was a joke, lose patience, and leave. But he didn't he actually answered."
"Yeah, I did, once."
"Well how did you know? How did you realized that you really liked them and it wasn't just something else?"
"Well, there are certain signs that usually don't occur unless you like them."
"Such as?"
"Well, you feel you can trust her."
"Yeah."
"You think about her a lot."
"Yeah."
"You always have fun with her."
"Yeah."
"You like spending time with her."
"Yeah."
"You get jealous if you see her with someone else."
"Well, not jealous exactly, maybe protective."
Vallejo gave Fillmore a we-both-know-you're-lying-so-fess-up look.
"Okay, maybe, a little."
"You miss her when she's gone."
"Has it been like this since before she was kidnapped?"
"Yeah," said Fillmore. Speaking too quickly for the second time that day. "I mean, uh." He sighed, "how'd you know?"
"Fillmore, everyone knows, everyone except you and Ingrid have known for a long time. And if Ingrid gets back you can-"
"WHEN Ingrid gets back, and no, I won't ask her."
"Why?"
"Because, I don't want to."
"Why?"
"I just don't want to man."
"Sometimes, it's not about what you want."
"What are you talking about?"
"Sometimes it's what you need. You and Ingrid balance each other out. You guys aren't such good friends just because you get along. You guys complete each other. You need each other."
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A/N: Okay, the end was sappy and Vallejo was very OOC, but I needed someoneto say that stuff so I took the easy way out and stuck it on Vallejo. Someone requested a F/I lip kiss, I don't know, I wasn't planning one, but if a lot of people want it, I might work it in. It depends on if I can write it gracefully, I'm a true romantic and not quite a good enough writer to hide the sappiness that comes from it. But maybe, we'll have to wait and see if anyone else wants it, so review!