A/N: Thank you guys for taking the delay in my writing so well. You guys are so understanding. Anyway, one thing you all asked for in your reviews was an update soon. Well I think I owe you at least that much. And I'll try to make this chapter longer since you all wanted that.

Es1, long time no see; thank you for sending a review. I hope you're happy with how I'm writing the story. If I do anything with your plot line that you don't like; please feel free to tell me. Ok, on to the story…

Ingrid tapped her fingers on her desk. She was in pre algebra; the last place she wanted to be. Not only had she not been to a real class since she had joined the force; she had NEVER expected to be in a pre algebra class in 7th grade. But she wasn't Ingrid Third now; she was Mindy Thompson, the new head cheerleader. And everybody knew that cheerleaders were airheads. (I apologize to any cheerleaders; this is not my true opinion of them; I'm just guessing that this is Ingrid's frame of mind.)

"Miss Thompson?"

"Yes Mrs. Riley?" Ingrid answered, slightly surprised.

"You don't seem to be enjoying this class. Is there something wrong?"

'I'm bored out of my mind!' That's what Ingrid wanted to say. "No Mrs. Riley. I'm okay." That's what she forced herself to say.

"Well then, I suppose you can solve the problem on the board?"

Of course Ingrid could solve the problem she took pre algebra in 4th grade. But "Mindy Thompson" hadn't. Ingrid nodded to the teacher, took the chalk, and walked to the board trying to decide what to do. Suddenly, she heard a voice; Mrs. Riley's voice, "Mindy? If you don't think you are capable of the problem, you can go back to your seat if you want."

Ingrid made up her mind. Fillmore had always told her how when teachers were out to embarrass you the one thing to remember was never back down. "No Mrs. Riley, I can do it."

And she did. Ingrid did her problem and put the chalk down. She turned to face Mrs. Riley. "Is that all you want me to do?"

"Yes, sit down Mindy." Ingrid walked to her seat and grabbed her books just as the bell rang.

"That wasn't so bad," she mumbled to herself.

"Never thought I'd be here again," Fillmore mumbled to himself. There he was; in history class. He had ALWAYS hated history. Ingrid had tutored him in it but he had never really caught on.

"Mr. Harris, you look rather bored. I suppose that means that you know the answer?"

Fillmore looked up; not only did he hate history, but his alias, Brian Harris, was also bad at it. Nevertheless, he decided to give it a shot. "Could you repeat the question please, Mr. Hackman?"

Mr. Hackman gave a small smirk. "Of course I will Brian. Who signed the Magna Carta and in what year?"

Fillmore thought back a moment to the tutoring sessions Ingrid had given him. He could remember exactly what she had said…

'I think remembering dates is completely pointless, but most teachers are big on it. One date that is important is the Magna Carta. It was signed in 1215, by John the first.'

'Thank God for Ingrid,' he thought.

Fillmore smiled and looked at Mr. Hackman. "King John the first in 1215."

Ingrid stood in front of the cheerleading squad. She was in the gym after school and practice was about to start. "I'm Mindy Thompson, I just moved here from New Jersey. Anyway, Principal Folsom told me to come here after school. She said that your old captain, Katie, just moved and she thought I'd be a good replacement."

A girl with dark brown hair stood up. "Well, I'm Tandi. I've been a temporary captain lately." Tandi stuck out her hand and Ingrid shook it.

"So is it ok that I take over now?" Ingrid asked, eyeing all of the girls. She was already trying to pick out the mole.

Tandi smiled "well I'm sure that you're fit for the job, otherwise Principal Folsom wouldn't have selected you. But do you think you could show us some of you gymnastics first, and then the girls can vote."

Ingrid only let her smile falter for a second. "Ummm sure, that sounds fair."

Ingrid walked to the far end of the gym. She got a running start and did a round off, an aerial, a front walkover, two front handsprings and a front tuck. (I really hope these are all actual moves) She then did two back handsprings and a back tuck.

"That was amazing!" Tandi bursted out, "you've definitely got my vote. What do you girls think?"

Everyone on the team raised their hand except for one girl with black hair. Ingrid made a mental note of that.

Tandi introduced everyone in the circle. "That's Candy, Jamie, Teresa, Miranda, Cindy, Samantha, Chloe, Libby, Amanda, and Debbie."

Ingrid shook everyone's hand and discovered that Debbie was the girl who hadn't voted for her. The rest of practice went smoothly; Ingrid found herself oddly happy to find that the team was actually talented. Most of the girls did great gymnastics and only Samantha seemed slightly timid.

At 4:30 Ingrid called practice, "ok everyone that was great. See you all tomorrow."

"So what did you find out?" Fillmore asked, they were alone in the gym.

"Not much, other then the fact that the team is incessantly perky."

"Wow, I never knew that about cheerleaders. I thought they were just mellow people who were always depressed."

Ingrid rolled her eyes, "anyway, there IS something. There's this one girl named Debbie. I don't think she likes me being here to well."

"What makes you say that?"

"She didn't, uh-"

"What?"

"She um, didn't vote for me."

"Are you serious? You're mad because she didn't vote for you?"

"No, I'm not mad. I'm just surprised. She the only one who didn't and it surprised me and-" Ingrid stopped mid-sentence.

"What?"

"I think someone's coming."

"Sorry, it's just me." Tandi walked into the gym. "I'm sorry, I forgot my gym bag. She picked up a blue bag. "Oh, and I wasn't trying to eavesdrop but I heard what you were saying. Don't worry about Debbie; she's like that with everyone." And with that she left.

Fillmore turned to Ingrid. "See, she's like that with everyone."

Ingrid shrugged she wasn't really sure about that.

Fillmore lowered his voice, "We need to find a better place to talk. And we're gonna have to play up this dating thing."

Ingrid nodded, "And we're going to have to call each other Mindy and Brian."

"Yeah but right now I have to get home."

Ingrid checked her watch, "me too."

"Can I walk you?" Fillmore smiled.

"Of course."