Hey, I'm back with the second chapter. Thanks for the reviews.

Disclaimer: I do not own Fillmore or the characters/places affiliated with it.

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Ingrid leaned her head on her hand and yawned. Her eyelids began to droop down as she hummed the tune to an annoying little song. Danny was at sitting on her left side. Karen was sitting on her far right. An empty chair sat beside her. Vallejo was standing at attention by Principal Folsom's side at her desk. Ingrid's eyes snapped open as she heard the door open and close with a loud thunk.

"Hey, y'all didn't start the party without me did you?"

"Fillmore. Glad you could join us, have a seat." Fillmore grabbed the empty chair and slid in beside his partner. He leaned towards her a bit.

"Yo, Ing… know what she wants?"

"Not a clue. You were late."

"Had some bike troubles. What were you scared I wasn't going to be here?" Ingrid blushed a bit.

"No, just worried that I might get some peace and quiet today."

"Come on girl, you'd be lost without me." Once again, Ingrid's pale cheeks reddened. She wasn't used to blushing.

"Maybe…"

"Alright, let's make this quick…"

"What about Joseph?" Folsom turned to O'Farrell.

"Anza's sick. He's got pink-eye and will be out of school for awhile." Danny reached up and rubbed his eyes.

"You don't think he left the germs at school do you?" Folsom rolled her eyes.

"I guess that you are wondering why you are all here this morning instead of being in first period with you fellow students." There was a chorus of murmured yeses as she motioned for Vallejo to sit down. "I wanted to tell you all together that the superintendent is coming for an inspection of the school's safety patrol. He wants to know why taxpayer's dollars are being spent on things the safety patrol ruins."

"So now he's involving himself?"

"Hush!" Folsom took a deep breath. "Anything at all goes wrong, and you will all lose your badges and the Safety Patrol will be closed down indefinitely." Ingrid sucked in her breath. "Understood?" Everyone nodded. "Good. Now all of you get out of my office and go clean up the HQ." All the students filled out behind Vallejo. Fillmore grabbed Ingrid's arm.

"You do know what this means right?"

"We're going to have to say good-bye to the safety patrol?" Fillmore sighed.

"Every time she says something…"

"I know… bad karma." Ingrid paused as she saw Danny turn around with 'that' look on his face. She knew he was going to say something she would regret.

"Hey Fillmore, why did you get a letter and I didn't?"

"What?" Ingrid crossed her arms over her chest.

"Well Ingrid put that letter in the envelope in your top desk drawer. She's never written me a letter before."

"Well this is the first I've heard of it. This is a first for me as well." He turned to her. "What's in it?"

"Well…"

"Hey! 'X' Middle School Safety Patrol! Freeze!" Karen's voice of authority reached a nervous Ingrid's ears.

"I knew it… no rest for the weary right?" They arrived at the door of Safety Patrol HQ as a figure in a black ensemble ran into the distance.

"What were they up to Tehama?" Karen turned to Fillmore.

"They were in the HQ. Looks like they took an interest in your desk." Fillmore and Ingrid weren't sure why they didn't go for the chase, but they noticed that Fillmore's top drawer in his desk was ajar.

"Oh snap." They ran inside and Fillmore took a quick sweep of the objects inside it. "It doesn't look like anything's missing." Ingrid sighed.

"Maybe they freaked and left before they got what they wanted." Karen shook her head.

"They were already walking out of the office when I called attention to myself." Danny walked up behind them. Ingrid willed him to keep his mouth shut, but as she could tell by today's events so far, today was not a lucky day for her.

"Wait, where's the letter?" Fillmore ran his fingers over everything.

"Not here. Weird, someone stole the note? Why?" His question was cut short by the fire alarm. They all exited the room via the fire exit and stood and waited for the bell to go back in. Vallejo looked worried.

"What's up?"

"Third, there was no drill scheduled for today."

"What?" Then they felt the heat. The smoke rose into the air as ear-piercing sirens filled the sky.

"Oh snap! It's a real fire!" Ingrid's face filled with shook as she instinctively backed up. Her eyes filled with tears.

"No…"

"Ing? Are you ok?" Fillmore took a step towards Ingrid, but she wrapped her arms around her head and pulled her body towards the ground. "Ingrid?"

"Not fire… I can't…" Her voice was full of fear. Fillmore looked towards Vallejo and motioned for him to escort Danny to where Karen had already moved away to. He leaned down to her side.

"Fire problems?"

"Big." Her voice wavered.

"You wanna talk about it?" He managed to get her out of her fetal position to move her over to a tree so they could talk away from the fire and others. "So?"

"When I was younger… my sister and I… we shared a room. And when my uncle Mike came over, he ended up staying in our room on my bed and I slept on the air mattress on the floor. He was a smoker… he fell asleep with a ciggerett and it caught the bed on fire." Fillmore listened with intensity and felt his chest tighten a bit.

"Woah…"

"Yeah… he didn't get out… alive. I woke up to… his… screaming. Ariella's bed was right next to it. She almost didn't wake up… I had to pull her off the bed to get her up… We had to jump out the window…" She let her head fall back on the tree.

"Wow Ing… that sounds horrible. How old were you?"

"I was six."

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Alright. Chapter 2 is done. What do you think?

Please RnR! And please don't flame… I think there was enough fire in this chapter.