Disclaimer: I still don't own anything.

Hey everybody, thanks for the reviews! You make me feel so fuzzy inside. I love you all!

I think the last chapter was kind of pointless, with them showing up just to go right home after all. Makes no sense. But when Vallejo called them he had no idea they'd have to go right home.

I had the world's best soy-based meal in existence today. Boca burgers, woo!

OK, enjoy chapter 4!

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As Ingrid walked into HQ the next morning, Vallejo beat her to her desk. Ingrid's stomach dropped. She knew what was coming.

"Hands out Third," Vallejo instructed, and when Ingrid grudgingly obeyed, he deposited a stack of overdue library book notices into her waiting hands. Ingrid didn't even attempt to hide her disgust.

"Again?" she asked with a sigh. Vallejo nodded.

"Sorry. Folsom's orders. You know if it was my choice I'd have you guys out there on the case," Vallejo said, heading for the cocoa machine. Ingrid sat down at her desk, dropping the overdue library book notices down in front of her. At Fillmore's desk, he was nearly concealed by his stack. He looked over at her.

"Hey Ingrid. Tough break. Folsom putting us on this again. How am I supposed to concentrate knowing Hasseny is out there?" Fillmore said.

He had no idea. His mind was so focused on solving the case, unlike her. He had absolutely no idea what had been going on in her head lately. He had no idea what she was trying to sort out, other than the forms. He didn't have a clue.

'Have a clue about what?' Ingrid asked herself. There was really nothing for him to have a clue about going on, was there? She was just being ridiculous. Again. It was strange, even to her. Ingrid wasn't really one to let her emotions and thoughts get out of hand. She was usually in complete control. She had to be, given her position in the Safety Patrol. She had to be alert at any given moment.

"Uh. Ingrid?" Fillmore asked.

"Yes?" Ingrid asked.

"You okay? You were completely zoning off."

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just a little.....stressed," Ingrid said.

"You've been acting kind of strange lately. Something going on?" Fillmore asked. Damn, he did notice.

"Um.....nothing really. Why?" Ingrid asked, even though it was obvious. She was acting completely bizarre, that was why he was asking. She knew as well as he did that she was acting odd.

"You just don't seem like yourself. Is it the case?" Fillmore asked. Internally, Ingrid was grateful that he was changing the subject.

"Yeah, it is. It's taking a lot out of me. I wish we could do something," she said.

"I know. But soon we'll be out on the case again. Then maybe I won't feel so worthless," Fillmore muttered, grabbing one of the papers from his stack and filling it out with the next name and information on the sheet in from of him. Ingrid nodded mutely and started on her forms too.

They had been working into the silence for about half an hour. Ingrid was usually good at tolerating repetitive tasks, but she couldn't focus. Looking up, she glanced around the room. Fillmore was still focused on his atrocious chore. Ingrid looked at him for a moment, noticing the smooth lines of his face, how his neck flowed into his shoulders in a fluid sweep, how his eyebrows arced....

"What?" Fillmore asked. Ingrid realized she'd been staring, and was embarrassed to be caught.

"Nothing," Ingrid said, forcing a smile. "Sorry. I was just thinking."

Fillmore nodded. When he looked back at his work, Ingrid slapped herself mentally. But even as she did, she realized that she had never really seen her partner as.....well.....attractive before. Now that she thought about it......

She slapped herself for real this time, and couldn't blame Fillmore for gawking.

"What was that?" he asked, raising an eyebrow (heh. Hector)

It took the great Ingrid Third a lot of conscious effort to keep from blushing.

"You know Fillmore, maybe you should ignore that," she said rather stupidly, stumbling over words. Fillmore's eyebrow stayed raised.

"Dog. Ingrid, are you sure you're OK?" he asked. Ingrid nodded.

"Yes," Ingrid answered. "I'm positive. I'm sorry about this whole thing. I guess I'm really not myself today. It's the stupid library book ticket duty that has me like this."

"Well, I hope it doesn't get to you too much. We have this tomorrow, too," Fillmore said, grinning and returning to his tickets.

Ingrid shook her head at herself and went back to her duty.

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Yes, I must admit that this chapter was none too brilliant and a bit short, but the next will be better, I promise!

I'm thinking of starting a Fillmore/Teen Titans crossover. What do you guys think? If it does happen, it probably won't be until I finish this, which could be a while. Have good day!