A/N: Okay , so this story has been totally revamped and and changed. I hope you enjoy this, because it's so come to me. I have improved in writing.
Ingrid Thrid, aged 24, stood in the middle of the office, going through the filing cabinet. So many files, so little time but thanks to photographic memory, it was so much easier. She hummed quietly, as everyone in Ingrid's office, shuffled around her. Ingrid selected the file that she needed and sat back down at her seat, smiling a bit. It was a beautiful and gloriously day at the Washington chapter of the F.B.I, and Ingrid was actually in a pretty good mood. Last night, there was a big break on a drug related case that she'd figured out and in almost 2 hours and counting, the thugs would be caught and one more death solved. It almost meant just a little more peace in the world.
Ingrid fumbled with the key and lock,her arms full of Chinese take out containers , and a bottle of the wine store's best wine. It was a night of taking a break and kicking back. Ingrid used her leg and foot to close the door, swearing as she almost dropped the Chinese food back, she did a balancing act, across her barely furnished apartment and settled everything down on the kitchen table. Ingrid than went and retrieved the mail.
" Bill, bill, bill, junk mail, bill, flyer," she mumbled to herself, and as she came to the last article of the mail, she almost died. A beautifully designed envelope, announcing ones marriage, she figured it was Mulder and Scully who in a month were getting married, but as she opened the letter, she began to read.
To: Miss Ingrid Thrid
Please join us on this special day
As it's our wedding day
Joseph T Anza
and
Karen Anne Tehama
Oh Ingrid, Please come and see us. I desperately miss you terribly!
Ingrid felt her whole body turning white, this wasn't happening, no, no it really wasn't. It was the past, coming back to haunt her for some bad deed that she'd done. Like when she didn't give that homeless man a dollar, that's what she was being punished for.
" Shit, shit, shit, shit" Ingrid cried as she started to pace the room, this wasn't fair, this wasn't happening. So the story was suppose to go , that the Middle School X safety patrol were best friends forever, Karen, Joseph, Ingrid and Fillmore were going to married at the same time, have kids at the same time, and grow old together but that's not how it worked out. It almost did, until Penny came around. It happened the second year of University, Karen, Ingrid, Fillmore and Joseph shared an apartment, while Vallejo and O'Farrel lived right next door with their own respective girlfriends. It happened in a flash, after 3 years of dating, starting in the last year of High School for Ingrid and Fillmore. She thought everything was going great, until one evening when Fillmore ended it suddenly, and for no reason at all. Shocked and heartbroken, Ingrid moved out of the apartment and back in with her Father, not telling a soul where she went. Eventually, Ingrid went to another university and moved on which is why she'd ended up in the F.B.I, relocating in Washington.
Ingrid looked over the invite one more time, and filled it out. What the hell, she mused with herself, she'd go and have a fantastic time. She did miss Karen and everyone else. Also, Ingrid would go in search for answers. Answers that would make questions go away.