A/N: Okay, wow, that was a short wait. Hope you like this, even if I think it's a little slow. The next chap will have a lot of Katherine and Anza. But it's the chapter after that you'll really like. So here you go.

They didn't think about it anymore. They didn't have time to think about it. Fillmore was too busy preparing for sectionals and Ingrid was busy making a fake routine. She was trying to bait whoever the mole was into the crime so they would be caught. Being a cheerleader was starting to get one her nerves.

Two days after their "incident" Ingrid showed up at Fillmore practice.

"Hey Mindy!" That was the entire football team.

"Hey guys" Ingrid gave a girly wave and put on her high pitched, peppy voice. Nauseating. "Where's Brian"

"Right behind you" Ken, the running back pointed out.

Ingrid spun around and came face to face with Fillmore. "Let's walk" she suggested.

"Is everything okay? You're supposed to have practice, it's Thursday."

"Everything's fine. I gave the girl's the day off. They needed rest."

By this time they were out of earshot. "Ingrid Third, worried about the cheerleaders needing a break? This is a first."

Ingrid nudged him. "It's no big deal."

Fillmore raised his eyebrows before changing the subject. "Have you been questioned by Delaney yet"

Ingrid smiled"Yeah, he came to practice yesterday and got the other cheerleaders and myself. Of course, you would have known that if you had been to the briefing yesterday."

Fillmore laughed"sorry about that. I had to retake that geography test yesterday after practice."

"It's ok, but you'll be there today right"

"Of course, why don't you hang around until I get done here"

"Sure."

They were back at the bleachers now and the football team was there, taking a timeout. "You think we could get back to practice" Chris asked Fillmore. "You are the captain, so we waited for you."

"Yeah, we need to get started again, do you guys mind if Mindy hangs around"

"Of course not, we all love Mindy, right guys"

There was a general chorus of "yeahs" from the team.

"Well, back to it." Fillmore put his helmet back on as Ingrid settled herself onto the bleachers.

"She's good" she thought to herself. "If he weren't always patrolling he might go out for the team."

"Bye Matthew thanks for dropping these off." Ingrid closed the door and walked into her living room. She flopped on the couch next to Fillmore, dumping the papers in his lap.

"What's up with Matthew?" Fillmore asked, flipping through the notes.

He has other plans. Tehama was going to show him how to fingerprint."

Fillmore looked up; didn't you have to bribe her with a candy bar for the same lesson during the custard case?

Ingrid nodded

Fillmore raised his eyebrows"another patrol couple"

Ingrid shrugged"Maybe."

There was a pause as Fillmore flipped through the notes again.

"Okay" he began. "Teresa"

"Has no motive." Ingrid cut in.

"Libby has an"

"Obsession with accessories, but other than that, nothing."

Fillmore sighed"When did you get a chance to read this"

"When Matthew gave them to me."

"Your photographic memory works on handwriting?

"Yes but it takes a little bit longer. Because I have to comprehend what I'm reading. That means I have to actually read the handwriting rather than just glancing at typed words."

Fillmore nodded"Alright, then break it down for me."

"Well Sam has a motive; we talked about how she was forced into cheering yesterday. Libby's got nothing. But that's no surprise. She loves cheering. Her mother won the cheer off, her twin sister's were on X's team when they won, it's a tradition. Tandi's got those three rejections of course. And then there's Debbie-"

"Please," Fillmore interrupted. "Please, not Debbie again."

"I just think we should keep an eye on her."

Ingrid went on to explain to Fillmore the situations of the rest of the girls. Suddenly, someone knocked on the door.

Ingrid opened the door, "Joseph, what are you doing here?"

"I wanted to bring you something. Can I come in?"

Ingrid hesitated for a minute.

"No one's home, are they?" Anza stood there, waiting.

Ingrid shook her head. "No, they're not. But come on in, it'll be okay for a few minutes."

She let him in and led him over to the couch. Fillmore immediately stood up.

"Hey Anza,"

"Hey Fillmore," Anza spoke only slightly coolly.

Fillmore turned to Ingrid, "I think I left something up in your room."

Anza immediately turned to Fillmore upon hearing this.

Ingrid jumped in, "Ummm, yeah, your history book is on my shelf."

Fillmore nodded and made his way upstairs.

"So," Ingrid turned to Anza. "We don't have a lot of time."

He nodded, "I wanted to give you this." He handed her a brown bag which she opened. She found it contained a short, glossy, black wig.

"Joe, it looks just like my hair but, what's it for?"

"I wanna take you out Saturday night, but I know that you're afraid the cheerleaders will find you. So wear this, and your normal clothes, and I'll take you out to dinner."

Ingrid nodded, suddenly recalling why they were dating. "Is it a special occasion?"

Anza shook his head. "No, I just thought it would be cool. I never get to see you anymore. You're always with Fillmore." He added, "Working on the case," as an afterthought when he saw the look on Ingrid's face.

"I'm sorry about that," Ingrid said.

Anza contemplated saying, "are you sure about that?" But he decided not to.

"Joe, I don't want to rush you away but my dad-"

"I know," Anza nodded. "Can I ask you something, though? What's the difference between me and Fillmore? He's allowed to be here alone with you but I can't.

Ingrid thought for a moment, how was she supposed to answer this? "Well, Fillmore's always been here. He's sort of like part of the family." She shrugged, "we never actually asked, but my dad knows and he doesn't mind. That's just how it's always been."

"And me?" he asked.

"It's just...different. I can't explain it. That's just how it has to be."

He nodded, "I better go."

He left without saying goodbye to Fillmore who was heading downstairs.

"What's up? You guys didn't break up, did you?"

Ingrid sighed, "No, we're going out Saturday night." She held up the wig.

"Wow," Fillmore couldn't think of anything else to say. "Well, I'm going to go home."

"Okay," Ariella will drive you if you wait.

"It's only about two blocks; I don't why she drives me all the time."

Ingrid shrugged, "Alright, see you tomorrow."

A/N: Okay, I've got rough ideas on how the next two chaps are gonna go, so I hope you're ready. Reviews please!