At the Garage:

E: If you want to know why I put at the Garage on the top look at my other stories. For now, I'll give you a basic run down. I am brodcasting this from my- I mean- the garage. Any-who, I bring people from there to here. I'll probably do it in the next chapter, the first chapter is an intro. Oh, and this is a crossover between Fillmore and one of my stories on Fictionpress. Just wanted to let you know!

"Freeze! X Middle School Safety Patrol!" called Fillmore holding up his badge. As usual, the culprit ran, dropping a package of tartar sauce as he did. "Dog, I hat when they run." He snatched the package before he and his partner began the chase. The culprit ran outside the building, past the front steps. At the same time, a taxi pulled up and the door opened. A kid came out, holding an assembled block of Legos. Seeing the malefactor, the kid raised the Legos and launched two projectiles, both hitting the same knee. The culprit slowed and began hobbling. He didn't even make it around the building before Officers Fillmore and Third caught him.

"Got you," said Officer Fillmore. He put the kid's arms behind his back.

His partner nudged him. "Fillmore, what about the other kid," Ingrid asked. They both looked at the place where they saw him but they didn't see the taxi or kid.

"Oh well, let's just get this kid back to HQ," replied Cornelius. "Still, did you get a good look at his face?" he asked.

Ingrid shook her head. "No."

Back at HQ, Vallejo congratulated the two on a job well done. "Nice work you two, at this rate we'll stop the illegal tartar sauce business for good."

Cornelius Fillmore held up his hand. "We may be good, but where not going to be able to shut down without help.

"He's right," Tehama agreed. "We may have nabbed several dealers, but we haven't caught a single large shipment or figured out who runs the place."

Anza nodded. "Every trap we lay busts. The leaders are always one step ahead of us." The patrol thought over this information.

"Maybe that new kid we saw might now something, what do you think Ingrid?" Fillmore asked.

Before Ingrid could respond, Vallejo cut in, "What new kid?" he asked. "There aren't any transfers?"

Both officers looked at him strangely. "But we saw the kid, he came in a taxi," protested Fillmore.

Tehama shrugged. "Maybe he's visiting somebody?" she speculated.

"At this time of the school year?" Cornelius questioned, "No dice, that doesn't add up."

"Hey guys! Look at this!" O'Farrell called. All the officers looked in his direction. "Look what I found on the front steps of the school!" It looked like a Lego.

"Hold up," said Fillmore. "Tehama, can you check for fingerprints?"

"Sure," she said, "but why? It's just a strange Lego piece."

Ingrid found where Cornelius was getting at. "The kid we were chasing had a bunch of Legos with him. And they shot something," she mused. "I remember hearing a splat. Then she opened her eyes wide. "The pants!" she and Fillmore said at the same time.

"Anza, get a sample of some of the goop of the culprits pants. Tehama get ready for fingerprinting and analysis," ordered Fillmore.

Meanwhile, back at Elvis…

"Whew," I said to myself. "That was too close." Maybe I shouldn't have interfered with a police chase. I don't think they saw my face though, besides, it's a very big school.

"Hey you," Some called from behind me. The kid was very large and had two thugs behind him. "You're on my hallway; I should beat you up for it. However, I'm generous, all you have to do is give me all your cash."

"As if," I replied. "I don't think these halls belong to anyone, so if you'll excuse me, I got to go," I tried going past the big kid, but one of his guys stopped me. So I decided to try another approach. I held up my fists and bluffed. "Okay bad boys," I said threateningly. "How would you like to fight a black belt of MMM?" The two thugs backed down but their leader stood firm. He laughed in my face.

"As if a wimp like you could know karate," he laughed. His thugs came on back. "Now hand it over!" As if in defeat, I put my hand in my pocket, shuffling it around as if looking for spare change. The metal clinked in my pocket as I took out two quarters. "The bully looked at me threateningly. He held out his palm and I dropped the coins in, and then rummaged in my pocket again. When he pocketed the coins and held out his hands again, I pulled out a paint gun and pointed it at his neck. "I think you should watch you who you bully," I said menacingly, "Hands up!" They all did as I said. I looked around and spotted a girl walking around with her nose in a book. "Hey!" I called out. She looked at me annoyed, then noticed the paint gun and the three bullies with their hands up. "Which way to patrol office?" I asked. She pointed down a hall before turning tail and running. "I guess they don't use paint guns around here," I said to myself.

I led the three to the room. I motioned for the leader to open the door. When he did so, I motioned for them to go inside before I pocketed my gun and disassembled it quickly. When I got inside I saw something, or someone, or some people I really didn't want to meet. It was the two kids I saw chasing a criminal. I considered running, but decided for the time being to play it by the ear.

"Hey you," called the male officer that I saw before. "Who are you?" he asked.

Another girl, Asian, walked up to him. "Fillmore, I got analysis on the goop or paint that was shot. It's made of-"

I smacked my forehead. "Could you please not reveal the recipe to the world? It's a secret recipe. With emphasis on the secret," I carefully explained.

"So you shot it. Do you know that paint guns are not allowed on campus?" she asked.

I held up my hands. "I just transferred here. I don't know the ropes. Sorry about that." Then I noticed what a freckled red-head boy hand in his hand. "Hey, that one of my Legos!" I exclaimed. I attempted to take it but the boy they called Fillmore took before I could. "Were running a fingerprint test on it," he said.

"But that's mine, it's part of a set," I protested.

"If it's yours then a fingerprint test will prove it," he replied. I didn't want to stick around for someone to run a test and separate my, Fred's, and the red-haired boy's fingerprints. Instead I snatched. To the Asian girl I said, "Don't show of the recipe. It's a secret." Without I walked out and slammed the door. Once I was a safe distance away I bolted to my next class. My secret agent mission wasn't being as secretive as I thought. I needed to contact Fred as soon as school was over. In addition, I need to avoid those… officers? I think that's what they were called. I didn't want my cover blown.

At the Garage:

E: Okay, be frank with me. What do you think? Where the charcters OOC? Review! Ask questions, give comments. I'll answer them on the chapter you review to. Review!

Miki-blue: This is a great story. Feels like a real middle school. But I suggest that you should paint the characters more.

E: Thank you thank you *bows*. But I can't paint the charcters, what do you mean?

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