A/N: Okay, ummm thanks everyone for your awesome reviews, keep it up because I really appreciate them. Okay, this is sort of embarassing, but I really want to be a writer when I grow up, but I have to get a whole lot better so if you guys have ANY suggestions tell me. I swear I won't get offended or anything if there's like one chapter that you thought wasn't as good as the rest, then tell me, and tell me why so I can fix it. Alright now that that's over, here's another chapter. (It ends with a cliffie.) ;)
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Act X: Quiting
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Fillmore walked into HQ Wednesday morning. He waited until he was sure everyone was there, he wanted them all to see and hear what was happening. Everyone was sitting at their desk working, except Vallejo, who was in his office. Fillmore walked to the middle of the room, turned in the direction of Vallejo's office, but didn't move toward it. Then-by this time everyone was watching him-he spoke.
"Hey Vallejo!" He called, Vallejo came out of his office and walked over to Fillmore.
"Hey Fillmore I wanted to talk to you about-" but then he saw that Fillmore was taking off his belt. "What are you doing?"
Fillmore had now removed his belt and was holding his badge. "I won't have another partner."
"What are you talking about?"
"If Ingrid isn't back soon, you'll assign me another partner. I won't have another partner."
Vallejo sighed, "but WHY Fillmore?"
"Well, for one, it wouldn't do any good because we'd just have to get rid of him or her when Ingrid comes back."
"Fillmore, Ingrid is-"
"And second, if Ingrid really is gone like you say she is, then I can't handle it. I can't handle coming in to work and seeing someone else in HER desk, in HER seat, doing HER job."
"But, Wayne-"
"Vallejo, you know that was different. I can go visit Wayne anytime. Ingrid never tried to replace Wayne, she didn't have to. He's still here. This new person would have to take Ingrid's place. Ingrid and I have been through some rough stuff, there's no replacment for her. And as far as someone trying, I can't handle that." He held out his badge and belt.
"But Fillmore, why quit? We won't give you a new partner, we won't even use her desk."
"Same reason Vallejo, I can't handle it. Not anymore. I'm tired of seeing her desk empty. No one there where she should be."
"So, you won't be coming back?"
"Oh, I never said that. I'll be back, when Ingrid's back."
"But Fillmore, she's not-"
Fillmore held up his hand, "believe what you want. But that's all I have to say. When she gets back, I'll be back." He dropped his badge and bekt into Vallejo's hand and left.
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The next day, Thursday, Fillmore didn't go to school. He went through his room and found everything Ingrid had ever given him, every picture they had ever had taken, every note she had ever written him, (even little things like 'remember to pick up your mom's birthday presant.') And he put them all on his desk in his room. He also put his radio by her badge, belt, and radio; then he sat down. it was impossiable to place everything that reminded him of Ingrid on his desk, you couldn't capture the wind, he didn't have one of those rare smiles she used to save just for him, the little nods they had exchanged, and-of course-there were her famous combat boots. He thought about just that and began to talk, as if Ingrid were there with him.
"What you thinking, walking home alone? I can't believe I let you! Why didn't you ever send me a sign Ingrid? I asked you to, that day in the hospital. You were supposed to send a sign, telling me that you're ok. No one else believes you are but I-" a sudden horriable realization struck him. "Unless, maybe that is the sign. You're not okay, you're really gone. Nothing I did mattered, you were probably gone that Thursday. And There's nothing I can do."
Fillmore blasted his rap music and plopped face down on his bed, two words rushing through his mind. "She's gone, she's gone, she's gone. Oh my God I can't believe it, she's really gone!" He was so deep in thought, he didn't hear his mother knock on the door, or even the door open.
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A/N: Haha a cliffie a cliffie. I know what happens and you don't! lol, I know how much you all love them. Anyway, review. Maybe if I get lots of reviews I'll update soon, if not well...
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Act X: Quiting
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Fillmore walked into HQ Wednesday morning. He waited until he was sure everyone was there, he wanted them all to see and hear what was happening. Everyone was sitting at their desk working, except Vallejo, who was in his office. Fillmore walked to the middle of the room, turned in the direction of Vallejo's office, but didn't move toward it. Then-by this time everyone was watching him-he spoke.
"Hey Vallejo!" He called, Vallejo came out of his office and walked over to Fillmore.
"Hey Fillmore I wanted to talk to you about-" but then he saw that Fillmore was taking off his belt. "What are you doing?"
Fillmore had now removed his belt and was holding his badge. "I won't have another partner."
"What are you talking about?"
"If Ingrid isn't back soon, you'll assign me another partner. I won't have another partner."
Vallejo sighed, "but WHY Fillmore?"
"Well, for one, it wouldn't do any good because we'd just have to get rid of him or her when Ingrid comes back."
"Fillmore, Ingrid is-"
"And second, if Ingrid really is gone like you say she is, then I can't handle it. I can't handle coming in to work and seeing someone else in HER desk, in HER seat, doing HER job."
"But, Wayne-"
"Vallejo, you know that was different. I can go visit Wayne anytime. Ingrid never tried to replace Wayne, she didn't have to. He's still here. This new person would have to take Ingrid's place. Ingrid and I have been through some rough stuff, there's no replacment for her. And as far as someone trying, I can't handle that." He held out his badge and belt.
"But Fillmore, why quit? We won't give you a new partner, we won't even use her desk."
"Same reason Vallejo, I can't handle it. Not anymore. I'm tired of seeing her desk empty. No one there where she should be."
"So, you won't be coming back?"
"Oh, I never said that. I'll be back, when Ingrid's back."
"But Fillmore, she's not-"
Fillmore held up his hand, "believe what you want. But that's all I have to say. When she gets back, I'll be back." He dropped his badge and bekt into Vallejo's hand and left.
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The next day, Thursday, Fillmore didn't go to school. He went through his room and found everything Ingrid had ever given him, every picture they had ever had taken, every note she had ever written him, (even little things like 'remember to pick up your mom's birthday presant.') And he put them all on his desk in his room. He also put his radio by her badge, belt, and radio; then he sat down. it was impossiable to place everything that reminded him of Ingrid on his desk, you couldn't capture the wind, he didn't have one of those rare smiles she used to save just for him, the little nods they had exchanged, and-of course-there were her famous combat boots. He thought about just that and began to talk, as if Ingrid were there with him.
"What you thinking, walking home alone? I can't believe I let you! Why didn't you ever send me a sign Ingrid? I asked you to, that day in the hospital. You were supposed to send a sign, telling me that you're ok. No one else believes you are but I-" a sudden horriable realization struck him. "Unless, maybe that is the sign. You're not okay, you're really gone. Nothing I did mattered, you were probably gone that Thursday. And There's nothing I can do."
Fillmore blasted his rap music and plopped face down on his bed, two words rushing through his mind. "She's gone, she's gone, she's gone. Oh my God I can't believe it, she's really gone!" He was so deep in thought, he didn't hear his mother knock on the door, or even the door open.
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A/N: Haha a cliffie a cliffie. I know what happens and you don't! lol, I know how much you all love them. Anyway, review. Maybe if I get lots of reviews I'll update soon, if not well...