A/N: Okay, I know this has taken a long time but I've been really busy getting ready for finals and stuff. I'm sooooo sorry! Thank you guys for reviewing, you're great. My next chapter will be my last, but I probably won't be able to post it until Saturday. Here you go!
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Chapter XIII: The Plan
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Sunday afternoon Fillmore and Ingrid were alone in hospital room. Mr. Third was checking Ingrid out down in the main entrance hall. Fillmore was supposed to be helping Ingrid pack, but Ingrid refused his help. She explained over and over that she was fine and didn't need help. She stood before him now fully clothed all the way to her trademark boots. She had an open suitcase on her desk which she was preparing to stuff with clothes and get well cards and presants. So Fillmore just sat there in his chair watching. He smiled, and Ingrid saw.
"What?" She asked.
"Nothing," answered Fillmore. He was just thinking back to last night, after the nuses had left, after everyone else had already talked to Ingrid and left to spred the news and make calls. Last night, the first time he got to talk to Ingrid since she woke up...
"Hey," Fillmore said, not really sure how to handle everything. "How are you feeling?"
"I'm okay, but I can't wait until tomorrow."
"Why, what's happening tomorrow?"
Ingrid looked at him as though it was obvious. "Fillmore, I'm going home tomorrow."
"What? Tomorrow, you cant!"
This was the wrong thing to say, no one told Ingrid what she could or could not do. "And why can't I?"
"It's to soon you need more time! You-"
"Fillmore, I want to go back to school in peace. And besides, she smiled slightly, "I want you back on the force as soon as possiable and I'm sure Vallejo does too."
At first Fillmore just sat there, but then he realized what Ingrid was talking about. "What? You mean, you-you heard everything?"
"Yeah, and it was very," Ingrid searched for the word for a few seconds. "It was very thoughtful."
"I can't believe you heard me," said Fillmore, glad he hadn't said everything that was on his mind.
"Yeah, it was weird. I mean, I heard only muffled noises, but then you started speaking, and I heard everything loud and clear. Everything was still dark, but I wasn't as tired anymore. Before I heard you, all I wanted was to drift off, I was so tired. But something seemed to be holding me back, and then I heard you and all I wanted to do was wake up. I didn't want to drift off."
Fillmore smiled, but he didn't let Ingrid see, he didn't want to have to explain it.
"So what exactly is wrong with me, what happened?"
Fillmore explained that the doctors had said that sometimes after a serious head injury, things like this would happen. They had talked late into the night and he and Ingrid had hatched a plan to sneak into school, break into HQ, and suprise everyone with Ingrid and Fillmore's return.
"Fillmore, Fillmore, hey Fillmore." Ingrid was talking to him. She was standing there with a full but open suitcase lying on the bed.
"What's up?"
"Can you help me please?" She gestured to her overflowing suitcase.
"I thought you didn't need anyone's help," replied Fillmore, smiling.
Ingrid crossed her arms. "Very funny, please?" She closed her suitcase and sat on it.
Fillmore smiled and got up. "Scoot over."
Ingrid did so and FIllmore ploped down beside her. After a few failed attempts they finally closed the suitcase. By the time they were done and realized how rediculous they looked, Ingrid was laughing. It was the first time Fillmore had ever heard her laugh.
"What's so funny?" Fillmore asked.
"Nothing," she said, her laughter fading into a soft but rare smile. Fillmore sighed, this was great, he had everything he wanted. Ingrid was back, they were going to school tomorrow, he had everything anyone could ever want. For now.
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A/N: Okay, everybody, please revies, I'll update Saturday.
es1- please tell me if you got my e-,ail. I can't start on my next story until you approve my idea.
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Chapter XIII: The Plan
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Sunday afternoon Fillmore and Ingrid were alone in hospital room. Mr. Third was checking Ingrid out down in the main entrance hall. Fillmore was supposed to be helping Ingrid pack, but Ingrid refused his help. She explained over and over that she was fine and didn't need help. She stood before him now fully clothed all the way to her trademark boots. She had an open suitcase on her desk which she was preparing to stuff with clothes and get well cards and presants. So Fillmore just sat there in his chair watching. He smiled, and Ingrid saw.
"What?" She asked.
"Nothing," answered Fillmore. He was just thinking back to last night, after the nuses had left, after everyone else had already talked to Ingrid and left to spred the news and make calls. Last night, the first time he got to talk to Ingrid since she woke up...
"Hey," Fillmore said, not really sure how to handle everything. "How are you feeling?"
"I'm okay, but I can't wait until tomorrow."
"Why, what's happening tomorrow?"
Ingrid looked at him as though it was obvious. "Fillmore, I'm going home tomorrow."
"What? Tomorrow, you cant!"
This was the wrong thing to say, no one told Ingrid what she could or could not do. "And why can't I?"
"It's to soon you need more time! You-"
"Fillmore, I want to go back to school in peace. And besides, she smiled slightly, "I want you back on the force as soon as possiable and I'm sure Vallejo does too."
At first Fillmore just sat there, but then he realized what Ingrid was talking about. "What? You mean, you-you heard everything?"
"Yeah, and it was very," Ingrid searched for the word for a few seconds. "It was very thoughtful."
"I can't believe you heard me," said Fillmore, glad he hadn't said everything that was on his mind.
"Yeah, it was weird. I mean, I heard only muffled noises, but then you started speaking, and I heard everything loud and clear. Everything was still dark, but I wasn't as tired anymore. Before I heard you, all I wanted was to drift off, I was so tired. But something seemed to be holding me back, and then I heard you and all I wanted to do was wake up. I didn't want to drift off."
Fillmore smiled, but he didn't let Ingrid see, he didn't want to have to explain it.
"So what exactly is wrong with me, what happened?"
Fillmore explained that the doctors had said that sometimes after a serious head injury, things like this would happen. They had talked late into the night and he and Ingrid had hatched a plan to sneak into school, break into HQ, and suprise everyone with Ingrid and Fillmore's return.
"Fillmore, Fillmore, hey Fillmore." Ingrid was talking to him. She was standing there with a full but open suitcase lying on the bed.
"What's up?"
"Can you help me please?" She gestured to her overflowing suitcase.
"I thought you didn't need anyone's help," replied Fillmore, smiling.
Ingrid crossed her arms. "Very funny, please?" She closed her suitcase and sat on it.
Fillmore smiled and got up. "Scoot over."
Ingrid did so and FIllmore ploped down beside her. After a few failed attempts they finally closed the suitcase. By the time they were done and realized how rediculous they looked, Ingrid was laughing. It was the first time Fillmore had ever heard her laugh.
"What's so funny?" Fillmore asked.
"Nothing," she said, her laughter fading into a soft but rare smile. Fillmore sighed, this was great, he had everything he wanted. Ingrid was back, they were going to school tomorrow, he had everything anyone could ever want. For now.
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A/N: Okay, everybody, please revies, I'll update Saturday.
es1- please tell me if you got my e-,ail. I can't start on my next story until you approve my idea.