A/N: I think that this chapter's not very good, but we'll let u guys decide on how u like it or not.

Thanks Vicki and Teazer I took some of your ideas and put them in the story. I hope u and everyone else like this chapter!! I have a ton of details in this chapter too. I hope that everyone enjoys it. And OH. I'm sorry that it took me so long to update. I've been VERY busy lately. {BTW: I hope that this chapter doesn't bore you guys to death.}

Chapter 13

"Comletely Different World"

Fillmore and his partner Darren walked into the Safety Patrol HQ. The two of them were dressed as two ordinary reporters. They held a criminals hands behind their back. Fillmore and Darren led criminal over to the holding room.

"Whats so wrong about following your dreams anyway? The teenage girl angrily yelled. if you were busted just for following your dreams, what would this world coming to?

Darren opened the holding room door and pointed inside the room. "There's nothing wrong with following your dreams but that's not the reason your being busted," Fillmore said folding his arms.

How come the criminals always though they were being busted for following their dreams. That was just dumb. What would this school be like if that was what they busted people for? He could imagine how full their holding room and the files would be.

Darren once again pointed inside the holding room. "Your busted because of the counterfeiting you did. All those people you cheated," Darren said.

The teenage girl growled as Fillmore led her inside and sat her down on the tiny bench. The girl then glowered at the both of them.

"What if we made a deal? You know, I give you something and you set me free," She said. She hoped that she could bribe them into letting her out of this situation.

Fillmore and Darren exchanged glances then both turned back to the teenaged girl. "We're Safety Patrollers who went undercover to stop you. Why would we want to make a deal," Darren asked.

The teenaged girl looked surprised at their answer. "But you don't understand--" She started.

Darren held up a hand and shook his head. "We don't have time for this. You're parents are going to be here soon. Just sit back and enjoy," He said.

Darren and Fillmore walked out and shut the door behind them, then headed for their desks. Their desks were right next to one another in the back of the HQ.

"I'll file the report Fillmore," Darren said starting to type it up on his computer.

Although it was only the first week of school in his junior year of High School, he was already starting to get use to his partner. Darren was relitively quiet, but he was a really cool partner. He might have been new as a Safety Patroller, but he was really good.

Darren was a really interesting person. He and Fillmore liked a lot of the same things. For exampe, they had the same music tastes. Fillmore wasn't the only black person on the force any longer, not that Fillmore cared about color anyway.

{just a note here. I hope no one's offended by me using "Black". If anyones offended I'm sorry. I couldn't think of another "nice" way to put a persons skin}.

Fillmore loved it. He and Darren always had a million things to talk about and they knew what the other one was thinking.

Darren opened his desk drawer and pulled out a comb. He also pulls a small mirror out too, then begins to brush out his very short hair.

Fillmore looked at his hair from the mirror on top of his desk. It had really gotten messy since they'd gone undercover and caught that criminal. Over the last few years, hair had actually started growing on his head.

He got his dads hair over the past few years. He had also started to grow a very short beard. His beard was already going around his mouth and up to his nose. He started to pull out a brush but a bell rang before he could.

He looked at his watch. It was lunch time. "Are you going to take a lunch break Stevens?" Fillmore asked looking at Darren.

"I'm eating lunch while I'm filing this report. Go ahead to lunch. I'll have the report done by the time you get back," He said.

Fillmore grabs a talky and disppears out the door. The moment he stepped out into the hall, he found that the halls were swarming with hungry people trying to get to the lunchroom first. People pushed and shoved others out of the way.

This happened everyday at lunch and it wasn't really surprising that some were injured before they reached the lunchroom. However if you knew how to navigate around these people in the hall, then you could get there unharmed.

On the way to the lunchroom he happen to get a glance at a group of popular people leaning against the wall. Fillmore recognized one of the people in the popular people's group. It was O'Farrel, he wore sunglasses as he just stood there with the group.

He had finally become a popular person in school. That was the reason that O'Farrell wasn't a Safety Patroller this year. He was too popular and too cool to be with the Safety Patrol any more.

Fillmore actually missed having Danny on the foce. Although he was still a little like he had been in middle school, he was a great guy. He'd just been a little bit annoying all the time. He could have an entire crowd rolling on the floor laughing without even trying.

The Safety Patrol Office wasn't the same without him. Although he did crazy and funny things, they didn't mean to hurt his feelings. He wondered if maybe that was part of the reason he quit in the first place.

It also might be the lack of work he had to do around the office. O'Farrell never was trained to do very much other than be a photographer. Sure once in a while O'Farrell got some kind of papers to sigh or issue, he mostly was a photographer.

Fillmore stared at them. Being popular had really changed O'Farrell, but not in a good way. Now he acted stuck up and like he was better than everyone else. His looks had significantly changed along with his attitude.

O'Farrell suddenly slid his sunglasses down his nose and looked at Fillmore. He scoffed at Fillmore. "Dude! What the heck do you want. Your blocking our view," O'Farrell said lifting an eyebrow at Fillmore.

Fillmore shakes his head. O'Farrell was never going to get it. It looked like he was going to have to figure out that they were fairweather friends. Eventually O'Farrell would find out, at least Fillmore hoped that he would.

"Never mind." Fillmore said walking away. He wasn't in the mood to deal with O'Farrell's bad attitude that he'd aquired lately. Fillmore was starving and he needed to get there as quickly as he could.

Fillmore continued down the hall and after about another three minutes finally made it to the lunchroom. The lunchroom was overcrowded with kids as usual. The line seemed endless as he stepped up to the back of the line.

It usually took him at least half of his lunch trying to get his food. By the time he got his food, he only had about ten minutes to eat and then get back to class. It was kind of annoying rushing into eating like that.

"Hey,!" some one called from behind Fillmore. He turned around to find a guy that was a whole lot bigger in height than him and weight too.

"What?" Fillmore asked staring at him.

The guy was growling at him. "You can't do that." He said grabbing the front of his shirt and pulling Fillmore up into the air.

"Do what?" Fillmore asked.

The guy continued to growl and then slammed Fillmore up against the wall. "You cut in line. You never cut in front of me, if you know what's good for you," He said.

The bully threw Fillmore to the ground and then got in front of him in line. Fillmore picked himself up and held back his anger. This really wasn't the place to go off on someone.

After what seemed forever, he made it through the line and finally got his lunch. Fillmore turned around to find a table and started walking, when a foot came out of nowhere making him trip.

Fillmore's food landed in front of him on the floor, Then a few seconds later his face landed directly in his food. Fillmore just layed there for a minute. He couldn't see, but he could hear everyone in the lunchroom bust out laughing at him.

The bully from the line was standing right next to him when Fillmore climbed to his feet. Fillmore bet that he'd tripped him purposely. Besides the case that he and Darren had been doing today, everything else had just gone wrong.

Fillmore was definately having a bad day at school. That was why he wished that this day would end quickly. He could just go home lay in bed and listen to his music in peace.

"What a sap! What a nerd," the bully and his friends laughed.

"That was way too easy Thomas" One of his friends said.

Fillmore had had enough. He wasn't going to just sit here and take this bullying. He walked up to Thomason and stared him in the eyes.

"You got somethin' against me Thomason?" Fillmore yelled angrily. He wasn't goign to just stand there and allow him to do these pranks to him any longer. They were getting meaner and meaner each time.

"Yeah. Your head's as big as a watermelon. Your mother must have had a hard time delivering a watermelon shaped head like yours into the world," He laughed.

Fillmore was angry now. No one talked about his mother like that. He wasn't going to stand for this anymore. He was ready to fight this guy if it came to that. He'd had enough of people making fun of his family like this.

"I bet he'd goin' to go cry to his mommy and daddy," one of Thomason's friends said.

Fillmore got right up to the bully now. He was furious. Fillmore opened his mouth, but before he could say anything his talky went off. What bad timing!

"Fillmore," He said picking it up.

"Fillmore, we have another case! The cheerleaders need our help," Darren said on the other line.

He nodded. "I'll meet you there Roberts," Fillmore said, putting his talky back on his belt.

Fillmore started to walk out. Behind him Thomason laughed.

"I knew he was too yellow to do anything to me. Look at him running away! He wasn't even brave enough to fight me face to face,".

Fillmore disappeared out of the room. He needed to clean up a little before meeting Roberts on this new case they had together. It wasn't going to be easy however. His clothes were absolutely covered in the food from the cafeteria.

a litte while later, Fillmore joined Roberts in the jym. All the cheerleaders were standing around in blankets talking to him.

"What's going on," Fillmore asked.

Roberts turned around and smiled when he saw Fillmore there. "The Cheerleaders uniforms, pom-poms, shoes, socks and everything else has been stollen. They all said that they had them this morning but when they went to practice, everything had been cleaned out of their lockers," Roberts said.

"okay, anything else," Fillmore asked.

"Yes, there was just an attempted attack on the cheerleaders," Roberts explained.

All the basketballs hoops and everything that was usually held up above the jym, was all over the floor.

"What happened," Fillmore asked.

"Well, we were practicing as usual when all this stuff came crashing down on us in the middle of one of our cheers. It nearly burried us alive!" The second cheerleader said.

Fillmore had noticed how Tehama and Anza were investigating how this stuff fell. Just like back in middle school, the two of them wasted no time getting on this stuff. They worked the moment they got in the door.

To Be Continued.