She could not believe it; here she was one of the FBI's top agents and she was now undercover in Las Vegas. It was not that she did not want the job; it was more what the job involved her to do. She was to become the newest member of the Burlesque show, Pussycat Dolls. If that was not scary enough, she had to have training on the art of being a burlesque girl and wear the lingerie the other girls wore.

There had been numerous threatening emails, calls and letters to the girls over the past month. Their manager had finally had enough, and after the police saying there was nothing they could do, the FBI was brought in. Veronica was the only one that fit the 'Pussycat Doll' image. What she would give to be a fifty-year-old overweight woman right about now.

It had been decided that for the shows in which Veronica would involved, they would wear masks that covered over their eyes, like the ones worn at a Masquerade Ball. The up to all of this, no one would recognise her.

It had been almost ten years since she had interned for the FBI; almost ten years since she had accepted a job from them, almost ten years since she had pushed the only man she ever loved out of her life. As they say, life goes on and Veronica did what she does best; bury everything deep down.

With her training over, ending in more bruises then anything, she was ready for her first official show with the girls. There would be other agents in the audience and it's near by casino, everyone coming to see the show would have to show some form of id. If it were anyone who came, they would know who it was.

"Are you nervous?" One of the girls asked, she could not remember her name.

"More than a little." Veronica replied as she began deep breaths.

"Try not to think about everyone watching you, sometimes it helps. Apparently we have a bachelor's party here tonight, that's always interesting." The young girl said.

"Well here goes nothing." Veronica said as she heard the intro music playing.

She walked out with the girls and began the show with them. After ten minutes, the nerves mostly disappeared. She realised no one could tell who she was; it made it even more fun. Living a dream, many girls would love.

There wasn't a day that went by, that Logan did not think of his dear Veronica. It had been almost ten years since she had left his life completely. He would hear things every now and then from Wallace, Mac or Weevil. She seemed to love her job and was happy. Therefore, he moved on with his life and was happy for her even if it broke his heart.

There was no special girl in his life; he would never let them get close enough to him. The minute one of them became clingy, wanting to spend the night; he never saw them again. It wasn't that he was afraid of women or love; it was his heart belonged to someone else, if that meant he would die a lonely old man, then so be it.

He was currently writing his third screenplay for the movie company he worked for. It seemed he had a knack for writing, especially scripts. He had so far written three very well known and loved movies, though he doesn't like to brag about them. That's what his father did and was not something he would be doing.

It had been a month ago when he received a call from his old friend Dick Casablancas. Dick had made it big a few years beforehand in real estate, something he must have inherited from his own father but he was actually honest where his father was not. Dick had called to say he was getting married and wanted Logan to be his best man. Of course, Logan said yes and Dick gave him the requirements of his bachelor's party.

Which is why they were currently sitting at a VIP table watching the Pussycat Dolls show? Dick had loved them for as long as Logan could remember, so it was the right choice for the party. Logan sat there nursing his beer, as they other members of the party hollered at the girls. Logan watched as he had a sip of his beer, he noticed one of the girls was not quite right, missing that certain something the other girls seemed to have. She did not seem to fit as well as the others. Her blond hair cascading over her shoulders, the little clothes she wore hugged her curves perfectly; if he did not know any better, he would swear it was Veronica.

He watched her for a few more minutes before saying something to Dick and asking what he thought. Dick was not sure either, there was only one-way to find out.

"Ronnie, hey Ronnie?" Dick yelled out over the rest of the hollering crowd.

The blond-haired girl turned in their direction, her eyes giving them a death glare. He knew then it was her, and made it his mission to find out what was going on. Why was she one of the Pussycat Dolls? It did not scream Veronica's dream job, but she seemed to be having fun and when she noticed him, she smiled softly before blushing slightly. Man, that girl could always make his knees weak.

A/N: No beta for this so all mistakes are my own. An idea that came to me today, not sure if I like it though. Do you think I should continue? Any ideas on what should happen next? Let me know by reviewing, the feedback I recieve is like a drug to me. Can't ever get enough.