A/N: I don't own Fillmore, Disney, blah blah blah (I bet you already knew that.) Anyway, here I am back again. At the end of my last story I told people that if they wanted parts to tell me, so if you wanted a part please e-mail me ( ) and tell me a little about yourself. And a lil about your character if you want. (Please don't send anything if you haven't already told me you wanted a part because I already have tons of people, sry.) A couple of people have helped me with this story and I'll tell you who when it comes to the part they helped me on. For now, just enjoy.

The Art Room

It was a normal day for the safety patrol, maybe a little on the slow side, nothing that was too unusual. Ingrid was sitting in her art class trying to spin a vase.Unfortunately this kind of art wasn't Ingrid's forte, and she was having some trouble. Suddenly she realized that someone was standing beside her. She looked up and saw a boy with blond hair looking down at her. "Uh, can I help you?" She asked uncertainly.

"Actually, I was wondering if you needed help? You look like you could use it."

"Uh sure I guess," Ingrid usually didn't like to ask for help but she really did need it.

"Okay," the boy pulled up a chair and sat by Ingrid. She let him take over control of the wheel. "See," he said as he began reforming the shapeless lump. "You have to keep moving your hands. That's what you were doing wrong. You were just focusing on one small part. You have to look at the whole thing. Okay, you try."

Ingrid shrugged and took over the wheel, but before long the vase was losing its form.

"Here, I'll help you." The boy placed his hands on Ingrid's and guided them around until the face had a defined shape.

"Ingrid, come on. Vallejo wants to see us." It was Fillmore, he had come from history class and was now standing right beside Ingrid. Ingrid nodded and he walked out to the hall.

"Okay," Ingrid said, turning to the boy. "I have to go. Um, thanks." She washed her hands quickly and walked out into the hall where Fillmore was waiting with his arms crossed and a mocking smile. "What are you smiling at?" Ingrid asked.

"Anza wouldn't like that, Ingrid," Fillmore joked.

But Ingrid didn't understand, "What do you mean?"

"You and Matthew Delaney in the art room," said Fillmore, smiling mischievously.

"Your boyfriend wouldn't like that."

"Fillmore, he was just teaching me how to make a vase. I didn't even know his name until you told me. And as far as Anza, he doesn't really need to know."

"Why not? You said it was no big deal."

"It's not, it just doesn't matter, so why bother?"

Fillmore nodded disbelievingly as they reached HQ.

"It took you long enough," Vallejo said smugly as Ingrid and Fillmore entered.

"Nice to see you too, Vallejo." Fillmore shot back sarcastically, taking a seat in front of Vallejo's desk.

"What did we do this time?" Ingrid asked, sitting in the other chair.

"Actually, I need you two to look at this," Vallejo said passing a file to Fillmore who opened it so both he and Ingrid could read it.

"These are just pictures of different cheer leading squads cheering. What's the big deal?" Fillmore asked looking at Ingrid to see if she understood what they were looking at.

But of course she understood. "Don't you see Fillmore?" she asked. "These cheerleaders are all doing the same routine." She looked at Fillmore and then Vallejo. "Okay, I'll bite. Why are you showing us this?"

"Well, all these squads are doing a routine made by the X cheerleaders. Usually, cheers are "public domain," but this was the routine that X was planning to do in the annual cheer off."

"And you want us to..." Ingrid let her question trail off, dreading the answer.

"Well someone on the cheer leading squad is passing information to other squads. I need you two to go undercover and figure out who it is. Now before I tell you exactly what you're supposed to do, remember this wasn't my idea."

Fillmore sighed, he had no idea what to expect, but he knew he wouldn't like it.Ingrid just sat there. She was pretty sure she already knew what was coming. It turns out she only knew half of it.

A/N: Okay maybe you've noticed an improvement in my grammer/spelling. That's because I got Rinne to check my work before I submit it, I just wanted to give her credit for what she did. Thanks Rinne! Okay, so tell me what you guys think!