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.--.BEGIN CHAPTER.--.

Ingrid sat and for once in her life prayed the final bell would not sound. The dreaded sound filled her ears and she sighed. She knew she had to go to safety patrol HQ now. And that meant talking to Fillmore about the note.

"Man, why Danny? Why can't Karen have been there instead of Danny?" She closed her eyes. All eyes were on her as she walked to her locker. Stalling for time.

"Hey, there's that Third girl." She took out her math book and placed it in her locker.

"At least I don't have any homework." She shrugged.

"Dude, there's that girl with amnesia." Ingrid rolled her eyes.

"I think I'll take my science book home to re-cover it though. It's seen better days."

"Poor girl…" She twisted around to face a bunch of girls in a circle.

"I'm not deaf! I can hear you!" She slammed her locker door and began to storm off to HQ.

"Oh wow… that poor child."

"Maybe she'd be better if she had some decent clothes and…"

"I can still hear you." They stopped talking until she was out of sight. The silence was eerie. As all the other students filed away, a dark hooded figure stepped from the shadows and waked to Ingrid's locker.

"24-17-36" The lock clicked open. Down the hall Ingrid stopped in her tracks.

"Crackers! I forgot my wallet." Her wallet had her badge, her student ID, and many pictures of family and friends in it along with a 20 for an after school pizza. She turned around and walked towards her locker, hoping the girls were gone. She rounded the corner. "Hey! What do you think you're doing?" The figure caught a glimpse of Ingrid and ran for it. She ran to her locker and scanned it.

Her black boot came in contact with her locker door hard. The door slammed shut and she hit her head against the neighboring locker. Her wallet was gone. She let out a frustrated scream. This day was getting ridiculous.

.--.AT SAFETY PATROL HQ.--.

Fillmore sat on his desk and sighed. He ran his fingers over all his stuff. Just the letter was gone. He looked towards Ingrid's desk, then at the door. She still wasn't there yet. He stood up and got a mug of hot chocolate. He paced the floor with it and sighed.

"What's on your mind Fillmore?" He jumped a bit.

"What? Oh. Nothing Karen. I just can't believe Ingrid's not here yet."

"Oh. I see." There was a sly grin on her face.

"Karen! I just mean that she knows I need to know what was in that note. If it's classified information…"

"Yep. Sure." Fillmore blushed.

"Seriously Karen!" Ingrid rushed into the room, nearly knocking Danny off his feet in the process. "Ing? What's wrong?" She put a hand on her forehead where a large red spot was setting.

"Third, what happened?" Ingrid plunked down into her seat and let out another frustrated scream.

"My locker. They took my wallet."

"Who?"

"Someone broke into my locker and took my wallet."

"You're sure?"

"I saw them." Fillmore shook his head.

"What about the lock? How'd…"

"They must've known my combination. It is fully intact." Karen nodded.

"I'll take Danny and go see if we can get some prints."

"Highly doubtable. I think they were wearing gloves."

"Think? It's really hard to work a lock with gloves."

"That is true."

"It won't hurt to check."

"Alright." With that, Karen and Danny walked out the door with a toolbox of Karen's supplys. Ingrid put her head on the desk.

"Bad day huh?" She looked up. It was only her and Fillmore in the room now. She nodded slightly.

"You could say that." He looked at his feet and sat on his desk. Ingrid got up and got a cup of hot chocolate, then jumped up on her desk as well.

"Ing, about that note…" She looked up.

"Fillmore it… it wasn't really anything. Just a letter. Don't worry… no information that could put the safety patrol at danger or anything."

"Well then… but there's still someone who stole it. Ing… who do we know that would steal a letter you wrote for me? Ingrid… what did you write?"

"Uh… I don't… remember." This time she was just straight out lying.

"Third, you really aren't ok are you? I can tell you're lying. Why don't you just tell…" Ingrid wrapped her arms around herself.

"I said I don't remember!" Fillmore stepped back. He'd never heard her get so defensive over anything before. She imeadetly regretted it. "Fill…"

"What's wrong Ing?"

"It's just… today's been so… and I'm…"

"No Ing. You've been… distracted lately." He placed a hand on her shoulder. "I'm here if you need to talk girl."

"Really?" He narrowed his eyes and brushed his fingers over the red spot on her head.

"Girl, you must've hit your head a bit hard. Of course I'm always here for you. That's what partners are for. Dawg, that's what best friends are for." Ingrid sighed slightly. Fillmore got really quiet and then realized his hand was still on her arm. He yanked it away as if he had touched a hot stove. There was an uncomfortable silence. Fillmore looked nervous. "Man… I gotta jet."

"Alright." Neither one tried to meet the other's gaze.

"See ya." Fillmore jogged off rather quickly.

"Late." After he was out of hearing range she sighed. "Yeah. That's all we are, friends… partners." She wiped a rebel tear from her eye. "There is no use of me pretending you could ever think of me any other way.

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