A/N: Okay, I am soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo sorry about the long delay between the chapters. But I have a good reason. I've been writing my next Fillmore ff. Yes, I decided on a plotline. Well, actually you guys did, the second one won, big time. But I'm going to do them both. (Still haven't decided who I'm giving credit to, for that first plot, though.) Anyway, my next ff will be called "Don't Give Up On Me" and I've got it all planned. (I'm writing it all before posting, bet ur glad to hear that) Anyway, this story only has a few more chapters, so enjoy!

"Okay girls, that's good for today. If we keep improving like this there's no way anyone can beat us." Ingrid plastered on her fake smile which she always used at practice. "Um, Samantha, can you stay for a few minutes? I want to go over a couple of moves with you."

Samantha nodded, "Okay."

"I'll see everyone else tomorrow then." Ingrid waved as everyone filed out chirping a chorus of "Bye Mindy."

When the gym door closed Ingrid walked to Samantha. "Okay Sam, you're just a little slow on your second eight count during the dance break."

Sam nodded, "Yeah, I know. That's right after those two back handsprings in a row. I guess I'm just a little slow on the recovery."

"Why don't we try it a couple times. I'll take Libby's spot and we'll pretend Candi's between us."

"Alright."

So they did. They went through an eight count, did two back handsprings, and then moved into another eight count of dancing. But no matter how many times they did it, or how hard they tried, Sam was always a second or even two behind Ingrid.

"Sorry Mindy. I just don't think I can do this."

Ingrid smiled, it's okay, you tried. Let's try it again with only one back handspring."

This solved their problem.

"That's better. I guess there just wasn't enough time for you to do both and recover."

Sam nodded, "But what about Libby?"

"We'll tell her tomorrow. She'll pick it up fast."

"You don't think she'll mind?"

Ingrid shook her head, "She loves cheerleading so much I'm sure she won't care." She hoped Samantha would take the bait.

She did, "Don't be so sure about that."

"What?"

Samantha looked at the ground for a minute. "It's hard to be on a team with people who are so much better than you, Mindy."

Ingrid nodded, "It's a lot of pressure."

"Not only that, but it's not fair. The person on the team who's doing the best doesn't even want to be here."

Personally, Ingrid thought Tandi was the best girl on the team, but it wasn't important. She was so close to the motive. "What do you mean?"

Sam took a deep breath, "You'd think she'd love it. I mean, she comes from a family of cheerleaders. But she doesn't. She doesn't want any of it. She's been cheering since 5th grade, she used to like it but at the end of last year she decided she had had enough." She stopped and Ingrid was afraid she wouldn't continue.

"So, why is she still here?"

"Her mother makes her. She says that it's Libby's responsibility."

"Responsibility?"

Samantha nodded, "Yep, to help her friends accomplish their goals by doing what she's good at. Libby said her mom won't let her quit until she can't help her friends anymore."

"You mean, until she can't help them win their competition?"

Samantha shrugged, "I guess."

"Fillmore, it's Ingrid, I've got the motive."

"Already? Sam just gave it to you?"

"Well, it's not like I said, 'What reasons would Libby have to sabatoge her own team?' I had to dig a little, but it wasn't hard."

"Well then, good job."

"So did you find any hard evidence?"

"Uh, maybe."

Ingrid sighed, "Maybe?"

"Well, we found out that both Principal Hicks and Victoria are putting a lot of pressure on Ben's squad to win."

"Well, at least it backs up our theory."

"There's more, we found a piece of jewelry."

"Like a bracelet?"

"No, like maybe a piece of one. It's not whole."

"Oh," Ingrid's disappointment was heard, they needed more.

"It's a big fake ruby and there's something on the back of it. It says 2bhs. Does that mean anything?"

"Uhh-"

"Hang on, call waiting."

Ingrid sat on the line for a minut, thinking.

Fillmore switched back over, "Okay, that was Tehama. They found another piece."

"Does it say anything?"

"Yeah,'1fwo'-it's like a code."

Ingrid thought. "No, not a cade. Fillmore, I think they're abbreviations for something."

"Like what?"

"Uh, repeat them."

He did, the first one was easy to figure out. "It's two back handsprings."

"What about the other one?"

"I don't know, let me think." After a couple minutes, she spoke, "One front walkover."

Fillmore wrote it down. "You don't think this is how Libby has been passing information, do you?"

Ingrid shrugged before remembering that Fillmore couldn't see her. "I don't know, but it would explain her overacessorizing."

"We need a piece of her jewelry."

"I'll figure it out."

"Forget it Ingrid, the safety patrol will take care of it. Just keep cheering."

"I hate cheering!"

Fillmore laughed, "Hey, what's Libby's motive?"

"Oh, she doesn't want to cheer anywmore." She told him the whole story about Libby's forceful mother.

"So, losing is the only way to get out of something she hates."

"Yep."

Fillmore shook his head, "Why didn't she just blow it?"

"Because she and Victoria are friends. Libby had to help her. Friendship makes you do crazy things."

"Guess it does."

"I have to go Fillmore. It's my night to cook."

"Okay, see you tomorrow, Ingrid."

"Bye Fillmore."

A/N: Okay, it's short, I know but I promise not to leave you hanging so long this time.