A/N: Okay, last chap. :( Wow, that's sooo sad! I'm gonna miss all you guys! Thank you for your review, critisism, and praise. It's great to know that I'm progressing as a writer. Anyway here you go, sorry it took so long.
Act IX: Ingrid's Return
"Shhhhhhhhhh!" Ingrid hissed, pressing her finger to her lips. Fillmore had just stubbed his toe and let out a yelp.
"Sorry," he replied. "You try stubbing your toe, WITHOUT those boots."
Ingrid smiled and shook her head. "Without my boots? Never."
Finally, they reached HQ Fillmore dropped to his knee about to pick the lock with a bobby pin. But he hesitated, stood up, and stepped back.
"What's wrong?" Ingrid asked, puzzled.
Fillmore pulled his school ID out of his back pocket and held it out to Ingrid. "You're better at it."
Ingrid smiled and took the card. A few seconds and the door opened with a click. They walked in, Ingrid stopped in the middle of the room and looked around.
"It feels so great to be back. I missed it so much." Ingrid said, sighing. "I really missed working the cases. I missed everything about it." She turned around, "What I missed most was... I sound so weird. I don't even know what I'm saying. I sound all sentimental and stupid."
"No, you don't. Really, what'd you miss most?"
"The people...Coming in everyday and working with the people. I was so worried that I'd never see anyone again. The perps, the teachers, you...I mean, working with you."
Fillmore smiled, he wanted to say something, he had to say SOMETHING. So he did, "you better hide, they'll be here soon." 'Great job idiot,' he thought to himself. He felt like screaming, he had the perfect chance, but he didn't take it. He had too many chances he'd alreaddy passed up. Suprisingly, Ingrid also seemed slightly disappointed by Fillmore's last sentance, although Fillmore didn't know why.
Ingrid nodded, walked to her desk, and crawled under it. Five minutes later everyone was there and everyone saw Fillmore. Of course they all came over to his desk, but he refused to speak until everyone was listening.
"Fillmore! You're here, did you...I'm glad your back. I'll get your badge and belt." This was Vallejo, of course.
"No."
"What? Why not?" Vallejo was simply shocked.
"I told you, not until you all admit that Ingrid's back. She's alive." Fillmore tried to keep his eyes from shifting towards Ingrid's hiding place.
"Fillmore! I'm not having this discussion with you. Look, I want you back on the force. But if you weren't going to rejoin then why are you here?"
"Vallejo, have I ever said I was going to do something and then not do it?"
Vallejo looked confused. "No but, you said you weren't coming back until Ingrid did and-" realization dawned. "Where is she?" He asked turning around toward the door as if Ingrid were going to walk through it. When he turned back around he saw Ingrid, sitting at her desk. "Third!"
"Hey Vallejo." She said casually giving a slight wave.
Vallejo dropped his mug, "Third you, you, you're back! I-I" He turned to Fillmore. "She-"
"I told you, she got back Thursday, but she had a short hospital stay."
"The hospital?" Vallejo sounded concerned.
"I'm fine," Ingrid reassured him. And then she lied slightly, "it was just to make sure I was okay. I wanted to come back Friday though."
"Ingrid, I mean Third, you-" Vallejo babbled incoherently, trying to express happiness without exposing a sensitive side. Ingrid and Fillmore laughed, and Vallejo seemed to give up on expressing his feelings and said simply, "did Fillmore give you back your badge and belt?"
"No, he said that there would probably be a big re-entery ceremony."
"Yeah, there will be," assured Vallejo before turning to Fillmore. "Can I see you in my office?"
"Sure."
Fillmore got up and followed Vallejo into his small private office.
"Did you tell her?"
"Tell her...?" Fillmore was confused.
"About how you feel?"
Fillmore sighed, "no man! I told you that I wouldn't. She just got back. Why do you care anyway?"
"Because you NEED to, Fillmore. Just admit it, and get it over with."
"I will, if the opportunity presents it's self, how's that for fair?"
"Fine Fillmore, but just to forewarn you, the opportunity WILL present itself, I'll make sure of it."
Fillmore laughed and they both walked out of Vallejo's office. What they saw made them laugh, they couldn't help it. O'Farrell had his arms flung around Ingrid's neck and he was crying loudly. "I'm so happy you're okay," he repeated. Ingrid was trying to comfort him while shooting a pleading look over his shoulder at Fillmore.
A/N: Okay, so the last paragraph wasn't pertnent, but I thought it was funny. Anyway, I have good news, I've decided to write one last chapter. I'll post it as soon as possiable, but I'm going to be really busy. I have play rehersals, a research report, and a HUGE end of year project. Plus finals, so you guys can continue to yell at me to hurry up and everything. I just wanted you to know that I didn't forget about you.
Act IX: Ingrid's Return
"Shhhhhhhhhh!" Ingrid hissed, pressing her finger to her lips. Fillmore had just stubbed his toe and let out a yelp.
"Sorry," he replied. "You try stubbing your toe, WITHOUT those boots."
Ingrid smiled and shook her head. "Without my boots? Never."
Finally, they reached HQ Fillmore dropped to his knee about to pick the lock with a bobby pin. But he hesitated, stood up, and stepped back.
"What's wrong?" Ingrid asked, puzzled.
Fillmore pulled his school ID out of his back pocket and held it out to Ingrid. "You're better at it."
Ingrid smiled and took the card. A few seconds and the door opened with a click. They walked in, Ingrid stopped in the middle of the room and looked around.
"It feels so great to be back. I missed it so much." Ingrid said, sighing. "I really missed working the cases. I missed everything about it." She turned around, "What I missed most was... I sound so weird. I don't even know what I'm saying. I sound all sentimental and stupid."
"No, you don't. Really, what'd you miss most?"
"The people...Coming in everyday and working with the people. I was so worried that I'd never see anyone again. The perps, the teachers, you...I mean, working with you."
Fillmore smiled, he wanted to say something, he had to say SOMETHING. So he did, "you better hide, they'll be here soon." 'Great job idiot,' he thought to himself. He felt like screaming, he had the perfect chance, but he didn't take it. He had too many chances he'd alreaddy passed up. Suprisingly, Ingrid also seemed slightly disappointed by Fillmore's last sentance, although Fillmore didn't know why.
Ingrid nodded, walked to her desk, and crawled under it. Five minutes later everyone was there and everyone saw Fillmore. Of course they all came over to his desk, but he refused to speak until everyone was listening.
"Fillmore! You're here, did you...I'm glad your back. I'll get your badge and belt." This was Vallejo, of course.
"No."
"What? Why not?" Vallejo was simply shocked.
"I told you, not until you all admit that Ingrid's back. She's alive." Fillmore tried to keep his eyes from shifting towards Ingrid's hiding place.
"Fillmore! I'm not having this discussion with you. Look, I want you back on the force. But if you weren't going to rejoin then why are you here?"
"Vallejo, have I ever said I was going to do something and then not do it?"
Vallejo looked confused. "No but, you said you weren't coming back until Ingrid did and-" realization dawned. "Where is she?" He asked turning around toward the door as if Ingrid were going to walk through it. When he turned back around he saw Ingrid, sitting at her desk. "Third!"
"Hey Vallejo." She said casually giving a slight wave.
Vallejo dropped his mug, "Third you, you, you're back! I-I" He turned to Fillmore. "She-"
"I told you, she got back Thursday, but she had a short hospital stay."
"The hospital?" Vallejo sounded concerned.
"I'm fine," Ingrid reassured him. And then she lied slightly, "it was just to make sure I was okay. I wanted to come back Friday though."
"Ingrid, I mean Third, you-" Vallejo babbled incoherently, trying to express happiness without exposing a sensitive side. Ingrid and Fillmore laughed, and Vallejo seemed to give up on expressing his feelings and said simply, "did Fillmore give you back your badge and belt?"
"No, he said that there would probably be a big re-entery ceremony."
"Yeah, there will be," assured Vallejo before turning to Fillmore. "Can I see you in my office?"
"Sure."
Fillmore got up and followed Vallejo into his small private office.
"Did you tell her?"
"Tell her...?" Fillmore was confused.
"About how you feel?"
Fillmore sighed, "no man! I told you that I wouldn't. She just got back. Why do you care anyway?"
"Because you NEED to, Fillmore. Just admit it, and get it over with."
"I will, if the opportunity presents it's self, how's that for fair?"
"Fine Fillmore, but just to forewarn you, the opportunity WILL present itself, I'll make sure of it."
Fillmore laughed and they both walked out of Vallejo's office. What they saw made them laugh, they couldn't help it. O'Farrell had his arms flung around Ingrid's neck and he was crying loudly. "I'm so happy you're okay," he repeated. Ingrid was trying to comfort him while shooting a pleading look over his shoulder at Fillmore.
A/N: Okay, so the last paragraph wasn't pertnent, but I thought it was funny. Anyway, I have good news, I've decided to write one last chapter. I'll post it as soon as possiable, but I'm going to be really busy. I have play rehersals, a research report, and a HUGE end of year project. Plus finals, so you guys can continue to yell at me to hurry up and everything. I just wanted you to know that I didn't forget about you.