Title: Is It Love?
Pairing: Veronica/Weevil (WeeVer)
Disclaimer: I do NOT own Veronica Mars.
Summary: Veronica is on a case and needs help. She goes to Weevil and things don't go as planned when they start to get closer. How will things ends? Could it be love?
Part 1
Mars Investigation
Veronica's POV:
Veronica was sitting at her desk, bored out of her mind. Things have been slow around here and not much going on. While she is thinking about her life, the door opens to reveal a tall blond woman.
"Hi, my name is Dian Evans and I was woundering if you were available to take on a case for me." said the tall bold woman.
"I'm Veronica and I'm sure we will be able to help you in anyway we can. Why don't you tell me how you need our services."
"You see, I believe that my husband if cheating on me and I was wondering if you could find out for sure. He comes home late almost every night smelling like alcohol and cheap perfume. I believe he goes to a bar called, 'Red Dog', if you help me your best bet would be there."
"Why don't you give me all the information you could think of and I will follow up on it as soon as I am able to."
"Thank-you Veronica, thank-you."
After Dian Evans left, I decided to start as soon as possible. It was about time a new case came in. All I have been doing is paperwork and taking back-up for walks well dad is chasing down bail-jumpers in Mexico. I've decided that the person best suited for the case would be the one the only, the leader of the biker gang, Weevil.
Weevil's POV:
Weevil was sitting in the living room when the phone rang.
"Hello." Weevil said.
"Hey, is this by any chance my favorite leather-clad biker." Veronica said in a low sexy voice.
"Veronica Mars, by what do I owe the pleasure of recieving a call form you, wait let me guess, you need a favor."
"Weevil, Weevil, Weevil. Am I that obvious. Yes I do need a favor. And If you help me, I will give you my famous head-tilt and a smile. Pretty please."
"Anything for you Chica. Tell Weevil what you need."
"I'm investigating a cheating husband and I need you to come with me to a bar called, 'Red Dog'. So what do you say?"
"Pick you up at eight, see ya later."
"Bye."
Veronica's POV:
So, here I am, dressed in a short black leather skirt and a tight dark red tank-top, with knee high leather boots. While she looks at her self in the mirror, all she can think is ' wait till Weevil sees this. I think this should do it.' Red Dog is one of the toughest bars out there and only bikers, gangsters, cheaters, and prostitues go there. Veronica hears a knock at the door and when she opens it, there stood Weevil with his eyes and mouth wide open.
"Damn girl, are you sure you want to go out tonight, because dressed like that we aren't going to get very far. We can have a good time alone here and I promise to let you ride my big o' hog."
"I just love these little chats Weevil. What fun is it without the sexual coments?"
"Okay okay. Are you ready Chica?"
"Yah, lets get the show on the road and maybe later I'll get to ride your big o' hog."
"After you." Well Veronica was walking out of the door, Weevil got the perfect view of her ass. 'Thinking this will be a great night that he will never forget.'
Author's Note:
Hey, this is Deserea. I read fan fiction all the time. I love it, and I thought that it was time to write my own fic. It might not be all that great but I tried. Please review and Tell me if you like it or if your want to give me any ideas or suggestions, that would be great. Thanks for reading and reviewing.