A/N: Wow, long time no see, soooooooooooooooooooooooooooo sorry. This is what happens when you hold down four ff's, run a website, are a member of 6 websites/role plays, and start high school all at the same time. I know that's not excuse and yes this ff WILL be finished, here comes chapter 2. It did not go through spelling/grammer check, because I wanted to get it to you faster.

Act II: The Unwanted Assignment Vallejo looked at them both, "Ingrid, Folsom wants you to go undercover as a cheerleader."
Fillmore sat there for a second looking shocked, but then, to everyone's surprise he started to laugh. "Come on Vallejo. What do you really want her to do."
Ingrid looked over at her partner, "Fillmore, he's serious, he wants me to be a cheerleader."
"Come on Vallejo this is Imgrid. She can't be a cheerleader." Fillmore smiled, "I mean, what was Folsom thinking when she assigned this? Ingrid's a great safety patroller but even she has limits. She's not super woman."
Ingrid suddenly got a great idea. Leave it to Fillmore to do her a favor without even realizing it. Maybe Vallejo didn't know, maybe if she played along.
"Fillmore's right, I can't be a cheerleader, Vallejo. Backflips, cheers, those skirts," she grimaced. "Besides, I don't have that kind of talent." She stood up and started to walk away. "Oh well, maybe you can get Tehama."
But it was no good, Vallejo stopped her before she reached the door. "Nice try Third, I've got your file, sit down."

Thirty minutes later Ingrid and Fillmore emerged from Vallejo's office. "I can't believe you never told me you were a cheerleader," Fillmore laughed, he seemed to be enjoying this.
"I was a gymnast not a cheerleader. It was a long time ago and can you be quiet about it? I don't want everyone to know about this assignment."
"Too late," Tehama had appeared from no where. "The whole safety patrol knows. I'm sure you two will be very happy together." She smiled and looked at Anza who was standing beside her.
"Yeah, but remember, you guys are on the job. Ingrid is mine, Fillmore." Anza laughed dood naturedly and gave Ingrid a quick squeeze.
"I'm not your's, I'm your girlfriend," Ingrid thought, slightly irritated. Fillmore smiled, "don't worry about that, Anza."
"We're going home," Tehama said, "we" meaning herself, Anza and O'Farrell. O'Farrell and Tehama were next door neighbors and Anza's mother was going to pick him up.
"Ok, see you tomorrow," Ingrid said. Tehama, O'Farrell and Anza left (Anza gave Ingrid a small kiss on the cheek before leaving.) "So what now?" She asked Fillmore.
"I don't know, I guess we need to get our uniforms." Fillmore was referring to his football uniform, that was his undercover job. He needed an excuse to stay close to Ingrid so he was captain of the football team, and Ingrid was the head cheerleader. Of course they were dating, who else would be good enough for the head cheerleader?

"I'll see you tomorrow I guess," Ingrid said when they arrived at her house. "Unless you need me to help you with your homework?"
"No, not tonight. We didn't have much and it's done already." "Alright, see you Fillmore."
"Bye Ingrid."
Ingrid walked into her house and saw the boy from her art class sitting on her couch. "Um Matthew? Is there a reason why you're in my living room?"
Matthew opened his mouth but before he could answer a woman Ingrid didn't reconize walked in the room. She had red hair with brown highlights and blue eyes. She had a few freckles across her nose, and she was followed by Ingrid's father.
"Um dad? Who is in our house?" Ingrid looked at her father, wanting an answer.
"I told you I had someone I wanted you to meet. This is Katherine Delaney."

A/N Okay, it jumps around a lot but I had a lot of stuff to put in. Oh and I wanted to tell you that the whole undercover cheerleader, Ingrid/Fillmore "dating" is my original idea. But the other main plot (Katherine Delaney...) is the idea of es1. I guess she liked my writing style or something, but she asked me to write an ff with that plot so, major credit to her.

Oh and Fillmore's team is an AMERICAN football team. Not football like it is in the rest of the world.