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Chapter 2: Kiss me deadly
"Ingrid?" Fillmore said through his walkie-talkie.
She sighed as Check-Matey rested his hand on her back. She grabbed her talkie. "Fillmore?"
"Nelson Kellog isn't the one who has been sending those letters to Check-Matey."
"Then what's with the magazines that you found?"
"You wouldn't believe me if I told you."
"Okay, whatever. Check in if you find anything."
"Alright. Fillmore, out."
Ingrid put her walkie-talkie down and stuck her nose back into her book, ignoring Check-Matey.
"Hey, girl, what's with you?"
"I'm supposed to watch you, nothing more."
"C'mon, before that dude called you were all for this. Why does he make you so tense?"
"He's my friend and my safety patrol partner, I care what he thinks. And besides, we're supposed to check our feelings at the door."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"It means that whatever we wish to say to the person we're protecting we have to keep to ourselves."
"Why'd you create that rule?"
"Because Fillmore would like to strangle you with anything that he could. Or do anything to make you shut up."
"Oh, but why does that matter for you?"
"Cause at the beginning, I wanted to kill you too."
"Oh, nice. Knowing that several people want me dead is nice."
"Ha. Funny. Besides I said I used to want you dead. I don't anymore. You should feel special."
"I guess I do."
"Like I said, you should."
He leaned in towards her.
She leaned away from him. "Check-Matey…"
"Shh." His lips made contact with hers.
She became lost in him, in the kiss. It felt like it was supposed to be like that.
"Ingrid?" Fillmore said again over the walkie-talkie. "Ingrid?"
AN: I'm going to make this fic a Check-MateyIngrid fic and then make another fic that is IngridFillmore. Also, I'm probably going to make this a short fic, I'm just not getting into this one. I'll probably do two more chapters and that's it. ANYWAYS, R&R!