SuperDucki: Hey everybody! Guess What?!

Tweedles: What?

Superducki: I got more reviews. I know this chapter might be weird, and just for the record: I had no idea whatsoever what I was thinking when I wrote this Chapter.

Tweedles: I thought you were an idiot before, but, now I think you are in need of mental help. If stupidity is a crime, you would have a felony and be on death penalty.

SuperDucki: I'll leave that up to the people who review. And I thought you said you would stop makin fun of me!

Tweedles:I said I wouldn't make fun of you behind your BACK. Right now I stabbed you in the front. Besides, I'm sure everyone wants to read the chapter.

DISCLAIMER: If I owned Fillmore, I wouldn't be writing on Fanfiction about it. I would be making the TV show.

Act IV: Gone

Fillmore was cheerfully whistling. He had told a reporter to tell that columnist for the eXaminer to set the story straight. It had caused him a lot of trouble. As he opened the door to the Headquarters, he thought of how it was such a wonderful Thursday. He and Ingrid would bust the lunch thief and then after school they would hang out with the other safety patrol officers at the new fast food place down the street. When he looked around, everything seemed in order, but something was wrong. He checked Anza's desk. That was normal. He checked Tahema's and O'Farrell's desks too. They were also no different in any way. He checked his desk. Miles was still swimming around in his bowl and the papers were exactly the way he left them yesterday. His eyes shifted to the desk next to his. It was cleared and empty.

Where is Ingrid? What happened to her desk? Did she get sick? Wait...if she was sick, why is her desk empty?

"Fillmore...I need to talk to you." Vallejo's voice brought him back to earth.

"Where's Ingrid, Vallejo? Dawg you know I don't like it when something's not right."

"That's what I need to talk to you about. Come with me to my office."

He followed the Jr. Commissioner to his poster-filled office. Vallejo drank out of his 'Respect the Belt' mug and a tiny drip of hot coca formed a mustache around his lips.

"Nice Day isn't Fillmore?" He said trying to avoid the question Fillmore had silently asked him.

"Vallejo, you hate the cold. It's the middle of November and you say it's a nice day!" Fillmore said, annoyed that Vallejo was dodging the issue.

"Ok... Ingrid is...gone. She's not coming back. Folsom had her quit the force. She also stuck Ingrid in detention. She'll be there for at least 3 weeks. I tried to make the punishment easy, but I didn't have any evidence."

"What! You must be joking Vallejo! You're trying to tell me that Ingrid-my partner, is in detention and is off the force? Why man?" He said with shock and disbelief.

"There are rules at the school. We have to enforce and obey them. No stealing, no Bullying, and no displays of PUBLIC AFFECTION. She got busted by Folsom because of that picture in the newspaper. I tried to not get you guys in trouble. But Folsom let you slide, not Ingrid." His words spelled regret and loss.

The next words Fillmore spoke were soft but the meaning louder than an air horn. "Without Ingrid, I will never solve another case." With that, he silently walked out of the room and headed toward his desk.

"Um... Are you Fillmore? I've asked everyone in this whole room, but they all said no." He slowly nodded his head. "The Jr. Commissioner told me yesterday to find you. He said I was replacing my friend. Do you know her? " The puzzled Hispanic girl asked with hope in her eyes. His raised his eyebrow, as if slightly interested.

"What's your name?"

"Eliesha Santora. I was..."

Her sentence was interrupted the shattering of glass.

They ran to the TV production room which was also the source of the disturbance. There was Ingrid; standing over a broken TV, looking in shock and like a part of her had died.

SuperDucki: Yes, I know. The ending was really Really weird.

Tweedles: So now everyone knows you really belong in the Loony Bin, right?

SuperDucki: No I don't. Besides, if I did belong there, you would disappear forever.Ok everybody, this is C YA Later. The next chap will show up when I figure out how in the world I am gonna make this fit in with what I planned for the next chapter, Act VI. Act V will be a recapping AN.