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Sometimes Things Backfire

Chapter One

It isn't everyday that Veronica Mars deigns to acknowledge your existence. Especially when she considers the job you're doing obsolete, since she believes that her and her father are doing it for you. But here she is, standing in the rain outside your doorstep practically begging for your help.

"I'm not begging," she retorts.

Oops…Did I say that out loud?

"Well well, if it isn't little Miss Mars asking for my help," I smirk.

"Get over yourself already, deputy…"

Just to piss me off, I'm sure.

Its already midnight and I'm not in the mood for Veronica's wise-ass remarks. If there is a purpose to her visit I hope she reveals it soon.

"It's Sheriff to you, Mars."

I say this, but she's already pushing past me into my bachelor pad.

"Yes Veronica, of course you are welcome to walk into my house without asking permission," I say sarcastically.

She ignores me. No surprise there.

I see her eyes widen as she scans her surroundings.

"Wow Lamb, they must really not be paying you if you can't afford furniture. Does this speak to your abilities as a sheriff?"

She is still standing with her back to me surveying the room as I tell her that I don't give a damn what she thinks.

She replies that she thinks Madison would mind with my sparse living situation.

Fuck. The day that Veronica doesn't know anything about my personal life is the day that I will resign as sheriff. If the job doesn't kill me first.

"Madison is none of your business, Veronica, " I respond.

"Yep, she sure isn't," she says absentmindedly.

By now it is already twelve fifteen in the morning, and I am walking towards her.

As I get closer to her I feel the heat radiating off her body and the smell of vanilla spice.

"Why are you here, if not to torture me?"

She gives me a small smile, "How exactly do I torture you?"

She rests her hand on my chest.

"Umm…" I could only swallow.

She lets out this peal of laughter. "You should see your face! Oh my god!"

I'm not smiling.

"I was only kidding!"

Well, that's a relief.

"Okay, so seriously. Why are you here?"