A/N: Okay, this took a little longer than I was planning. Not to write, just to get started. I couldn't decide if I wanted the breakup or the sleepover first. Anyway I figured it out. Here you go. Thanks again to all my reviewers.

It wasn't pretty, that was for sure. And it was a lot harder than she thought it would be. Ingrids had planned what she was going to say. She ran the lines in her head and everything. She thought it would be simple. But the second she saw him, saw his silver eyes and black hair, and that hopeful look on his face; she forgot her lines.

"Hey Ingrid, you want to go out again this weekend?" He gave her a smile.

She loved that smile, but she shook away that thought. "Anza, can I talk to you, outside? In the courtyard." She called him 'Anza,' that hadn't happened for a while, not since he asked her out. Gosh, that was a while ago. Three months? That sounded right...

He had come up to her desk where she was doing paperwork, he'd mummbled something.

"Ill ew o out wif ee?"

She'd replied, as any normal person would. "Excuse me? I didn't quite catch that Anza."

He'd blushed slightly, taken a deep breath and started over. "Will you go out with me?"

Ingrid had dropped her pencil and stared at him a moment. Anza was good looking and popular. He could have almost any girl he wanted. Why her?

That's when Fillmore had come up behind Anza, giving him a pat on the back."Hey, you finally asked her! Great job, man." He'd then spotted Ingrid, mouth open searching for answers, and came to her rescue. "Come on Ingrid, you know it and I know it.

Ingrid closed her mouth and looked at Anza. "Yes."

She was having the same problem finding words now. They had reached the courtyard now. Anza was looking at her expectantly just like before. And just like back then she knew what she wanted to say she just didn't know how to say it.

"Ingrid? Is ther something you wanted to say?" He didn't sound impatient, just a little worried.

Ingrid looked at the ground for a long time before looking at him. "Anza, I-we-umm..." She took a breath, that was when she realized she was nervous. She shouldn't be, wasn't this what she wanted? "Anza, I can't see you anymore." He looked at her a minute, she didn't know what to expect.

"Is it Fillmore?" he looked angry now.

"No. Well, not exactly. Something happened, I won't lie, but it's not about him. It's us, I don't want this anymore."

"What do you mean, 'you don't want this anymore'? For God's sake Ingrid, it's not a jacket, it's a three month long relationship!" His voice was louder than normal and his eyes were cold. Ingrid understood how Fillmore had felt when she stared at him like that.

Ingrid tried to stay calm and kept her voice level. "I understand that Anza, but I put a lot of thought into this."

Now he was yelling, "And that's supposed to change it? I'm supposed to feel better knowing you thought about this?" He sighed, lowering his voice, but it was still louder than usual. "You know I knewthis would happen. I knew you and Fillmore had something going on. I knew you didn't need to be together so much for the case. All this time you two were-"

This was one thing Ingrid wouldn't stand for. "No. It was only once, it was one kiss. I was angry and stormed out of my house. Fillmore followed, talked me down; cooled me off. We took a walk and we had one goodnight kiss."

Anza shook his head, "You know what? I don't even care anymore. Here!" He threw a small box at her and turned to go.

"Wait, Anza, I didn't want it to end this way. I wanted-"

"Well to bad Ingrid, you did this. Not me." With that he turned and left.

Ingrid opened the box. Inside was the most beautiful bracelet she'd ever seen.

Fillmore entered HQ right after school. It was Friday afternoon and Anza was the only one still there. He was at his desk, typing up reports. Fillmore closed the door and pulled the shade on the door's window. He didn't want to blow his cover. "Okay man, what'd you do to her?"

Anza looked up. "Me? I didn't do anything to her. She's the one that broke up with me. And it's all because of you."

"Don't start Anza. Let's say that you didn't do anything to her. What'd you say?"

"Nothing important," Anza scowled. "Besides, why don't you just go ask her yourself?"

Fillmore opened his mouth to deliver a sharp reply, said nothing, closed it, and sighed. "Because, she won't tell me about it."

Anza didn't reply.

"Come on Anza, please. She won't eat and her dad said she hasn't slept for two days-since she talked to you. Don't you get it? I'm really worried about her. She's my best friend."

"She's more than that," Anza grumbled softly. But he looked at Fillmore and his expression softened. Fillmore looked genuinly concerned. Anza sighed; Fillmore cared about Ingrid and that was something that Anza could understand and relate to. He nodded, "Okay, I don't knoe exactly what I said but I know how to fix it." He got out paper and a pen and wrote carefully:

Ingrid-

I'm sorry I was such a jerk. Honestly. Fillmore's a great guy and you have to do what's right for you. We had a great three months. Don't worry, we're still friends. Keep the bracelet. I'd like to see you wear it. It's a gift, from one friend to another.

Anza

He folded the note and handed it to Fillmore. "This is for Ingrid. I'm not doing this for you.I just want her to be happy."

Fillmore nodded as he accepted the note. "I just don't like to see her this way."

"Neither do I."

Fillmore paused before opening the door. You know Anza, we're not together. Ingrid and I."

Anza nodded.

"Just wanted you to know." Fillmore walked out into the hall and shut the door behind him.

"You're not together yet." Anza said after Fillmore left. He had lied in the note. He didn't want to just be friends. And-even though he knew it was true-the part about Fillmore being a great guy seemed to be false. But what could he do? Ingrid wanted Fillmore. He was tired of being angry and bitter. He would get over it. Somehow. He sighed and gathered up his things trying to hold back tears. But it didn't work, he let them fall.

A/N: Okay, well, there you have it. The moment you've all been waiting for. Well, one moment. Hope the other one actually happens ;) Haha, I'm evil like that. Sorry this is so short and sorry if you don't like Anza. But I kind of do and I didn't want to portray him as a complete $$. I mean, you'd be upset too, right? So, I thought I should try to get you to understand his feelings. Lol, not like any of you are reading this, Anyway, only a few more chaps. Brief out line...

Sleepover takes place

We learn about Carmen and why Fillmore never mentioned her; Ingrid gets a break in the case

They put the clues together and figure out the perp

They catch the perp.

Romantic chap. That's all the details you get.

So, about five more chaps. More soon...