Chapter #16Another stakeout by: oyvey1   After lunch, Fillmore and Ingrid found themselves sitting together on another stakeout. Fillmore was intently focused on looking through his binoculars, looking for another suspect, this time regarding the fake baseball card ring Tehama was working on earlier. For the longest time, Ingrid hesitated to try and broach the subject. Sure, she was sure it would work, but Fillmore wouldn't have been the only one who would be uncomfortable, she wouldn't be all that thrilled with the topic herself. She was pretty darn flat, just like most of the other girls at X Middle School. Only a select few girls were lucky enough to be real early bloomers.
Maybe that was the way to broach the subject? One of their former perps was rather...developed. In fact, she was one of the first collars they ever made as partners. "Hey Fillmore?"
"Yeah?"
"Do you remember Robin Spencer?"
"You mean Stainless? Yeah I remember, one of our first cases together. Why do you ask?"
"I was just going down memory lane, couldn't help but wonder whatever happened to her. Haven't heard from her in a while."
"Well if I heard right, she got a pretty hefty suspension. But she's been back at school for a while now, keepin' a low profile after we busted her. Lot of her old friends distanced themselves from 'er in case we were still keepin' an eye on 'er."
Ingrid hummed thoughtfully at that. "You ever think about the lives of the kids we catch after they get out?"
"All the time Ingrid." Fillmore said quietly as he put down his binoculars to look at her. "Giving second chances is what I'm all about. It's not always easy for me, you already know that...but at the end of the day, if someone like me can get a chance at redemption, then so does everyone else."
Ingrid couldn't help but smile. Fillmore's heart was just so genuine, and that was a big reason why she was so drawn to him. He didn't show his emotions on the outside, but he did always wear them on his sleeve. She'd come to learn how to read him carefully, and could tell when he was feeling angry, sad, happy, even if his facial expression or tone of voice showed otherwise.
It was his body language that gave him away. When he was angry, his whole body would tighten like a coiled spring. Sad, his walk would slow and he slouched ever so slightly. Happy, there would be an extra bounce in every step he took, in fact even his head would move with a little more energy. This was the reflective version of Fillmore. His breathing would slow, his shoulders dropped, and he would get a faraway look in his eyes...and this was the Fillmore she was always most interested in seeing, because it gave her a real inside look into what made Fillmore who he was.
"Ingrid, you alright?"
Ingrid blinked and blushed suddenly, realizing she'd been lost in her own thoughts. "Yeah, sorry. What were you saying?"
"I was sayin' I've heard good things about Randall Julian's return to macaroni sculptures." Fillmore chuckled. "Where were you just now? 'Cause it wasn't here with me."
Ingrid tried to think of a response, and that's where she saw her real opening. She smiled and gave her partner a shrug, a mischievous twinkle in her eyes. "Oh I was just having one of those random thoughts I get sometimes."
"You? Random?" Fillmore raised an eyebrow. "Since when do you have anything random?"
"It happens sometimes! I just don't go around sharing them with anyone!"
"Not even your best friend?"
"You really wanna know Fillmore?" Ingrid challenged.
Naturally, Fillmore took the bait. "You bet I do, now spill."
"Don't say I didn't warn you."
"I can handle it."
"Well, I was just thinking that Robin was pretty well-endowed."
Fillmore's smile shrank ever so slightly. "Was she? I never noticed."
"Oh I remember, photographic memory and all." Ingrid leaned back against the wall and casually looked up at the ceiling. "Robin was kind of an outlier huh? She may not have gotten to stand out above the crowd with her ambitions, but she does have one of the biggest busts in school."
"Yeah, I'd say that's preeetty random, Third." Fillmore replied as he went back to his binoculars.
Ingrid smirked, she could already see Fillmore's walls starting to crack. He was trying to keep his cool, but it was obvious he didn't particularly care for the topic. It was time to push a little harder. "Well here's another random thought. Of all the wacky clubs here at X Middle School, how isn't there a club for the big-chested girls in the school? It's not like there's a lot of them here."
"Pretty sure Principal Folsom wouldn't approve of a club like that."
"Yeah, you're probably right." Ingrid could hear a slight hitch in Fillmore's voice, he was this close to breaking...she needed one last thing to push him over the edge, and then she realized exactly what that something was. "Y'know, I've always wondered what I would look like if my breasts were bigger." Fillmore didn't answer her, which Ingrid knew meant he didn't want to answer. "Sometimes I would see one of those girls in the hallway, and wish that I could be as big as them, maybe bigger!"
"You got plenty of time for that. So-"
"I mean," Ingrid cut the black boy off suddenly, smirking as he could see Fillmore's neck start to tighten up, but not in the way it usually did when he was angry. He was refusing to look away from his binoculars, and now seemed to be trying to survey a wider area as if to make it seem like he was working harder. "I've always heard that bigger is better, and since I barely have anything at all, I'm starting to think it's true! What do you think?"
"I think...that...size doesn't matter, and it's what's in the inside that counts."
"Oh I agree, don't get me wrong. What's on the inside is a lot more important...but still, I can't help but wonder what it would be like to have a huge pair of breasts! Like...maybe this big..." She put her hands a few inches away from her chest, seeing if Fillmore would look, and he didn't. "Or this big..." She held them out further, and still he didn't look, but she could see he was fighting the urge. Finally, she had him. She laughed evilly in her own mind, and decided to put the final nail in the coffin. "Actually, I would love to explore what it would be like to be thiiiiiiis big!" She stretched her arms out as far as they could go, which was obviously far beyond any normal bust size.
And as she predicted, Fillmore finally couldn't resist, and he peeked to see what Ingrid was proposing. He looked slowly, barely turning away from his binoculars, only enough to see in his peripheral vision...and that was all it took.
Ingrid instantly saw Fillmore's body seize up, like he'd been caught off guard by something. She could even see a faint shade of red on his dark skin. That's when she knew she won. "I think I'm gonna aim for that goal, the biggest breasts in the world."
"I think I've learned some freaky things about you today, Third." Fillmore's reply was obviously shakier than he intended it to be. "Try chasing after perps with a pair like that."
"I'd make it work, I'm the smartest kid in school, remember?"
"Now that, I definitely remember. Let's get back to the stakeout, shall we?"
"Whatever you say." Ingrid was incredibly satisfied with herself. She finally managed to break through the slippery shields of Cornelius Fillmore, she'd found his weak spot...now that she knew what it was like, part of her really wanted to do it again. And the other part really wanted to start growing all of a sudden, as her own curiosity was now sincerely piqued.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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