Written for comment_fic on livejournal
The prompt was for V/L, brothel
"You're working at a brothel!!?"
"Tsk, tsk, Veronica, it's not a brothel. It's a high class escort service that provides much needed companionship for women of means."
Veronica shut her eyes and tried to calm herself down. "Great. Terrific. Just peachy. I work for the FBI and my boyfriend works at a BROTHEL!"
"Ex-boyfriend. Unless you have $400 on you."
"People pay $400 to be with YOU?"
"Per hour."
"Wouldn't it be more satisfying to just throw money in the garbage disposal?"
"Cheaper, yes. But DEFINITELY not as satisfying," Logan said as he gave her a lascivious smile.
"But why? Gambling debts? Someone blackmailing you? You can tell me, Logan."
"Is there a better job than this? I spend time with beautiful women, often ones who are married to jerks."
"Yes, it goes without saying that these women are drawn to jerks."
"Pot, kettle. Look, don't get your badge in a twist. You haven't even called me in five years and you think it's your place to tell me-"
"Shut up Logan! I'm - I didn't come here for you. I'm here for work. You need to go home. Grab anything that might have your name or phone number on it, and go home. Now."
"Seriously?"
"Seriously."
Logan stared at her for a long time, and then nodded. "Gee, Veronica Mars is saving me again. Almost like old times." He leaned for a kiss but she turned away.
"Go home, Logan."
"Yeah. Okay." Logan grabbed his bag and walked out without looking back at Veronica. He was a block away when he noticed the four police cars that were pulling up to the brothel. But he didn't go home. Instead, he called an old friend.
"Mac? I seem to have lost Veronica's address. Do you think you can help me out?"