Chapter 1- Peace? Love? Lax?

A/N: My first fanfiction. Please rate and review so I can get better. Just to get the math straight, Logan and Veronica are both 34 years old now(18+16 yrs = 34). They had Caitlyn when Veronica was 25.

Disclaimer: "Veronica Mars" does not belong to me, if it was, I would have never cancelled it. Some of the characters are creations by Rob Thomas, a writing genius.

"That's it. Step to the ball, Mars!" yelling as loud as he can. Sixteen years have past since Logan married the girl of his dreams, Veronica Mars. It wasn't easy to convince her to marry him especially she came from a broken family during her formidable years. Now at 34 years of age, his face expresses joy these days ever since the birth of their daughter, Caitlyn, who enjoys playing Lacrosse and spending time with her parents. Caitlyn takes after her mother more than Logan. She's small, blonde, strong, and sassy for a nine year-old. "Take your best shot, old man!" shouted the little girl, seemingly engulfed by her goalie equipment at the moment. After hearing this, Veronica grins.

"That's my girl."

She makes an effort to walk onto the field, waving to her daughter. Even then, with bags under her eyes, her messy make-up, and her unruly hair, she still looked like the most gorgeous woman to Logan. He stares at her without realizing that Caitlyn had just passed the Lacrosse ball to him. "Holy Motherf……" Logan cries out in pain as the ball hits him down low. He drops his knees to the ground. "How do you feel, old man?" Veronica retorts. At the sight of Veronica, Logan quickly scrambles to get back up. "And how are you today, beautiful?" he says as he kisses Veronica. "I'm better already." Veronica replies with a worried expression on her face as she kisses Logan back. "Ewwwww!!! Why don't you guys get a room?" acting as obnoxiously as she can while she was retrieving the ball near Logan. "Why don't you give your father and me some time to talk about things, sweetie?" asking in her most polite way. "Go practice your cradling, kiddo. Your mother has something to say to me." Logan said in agreement with Veronica. "What's wrong with the way I cradle?" questioned Caitlyn. Logan sheepishly grins at her, "Nothing. Just go practice it." Caitlyn walks back towards the goal, letting out an exasperated sigh under her breath, "Parents…" Veronica watches until her daughter is a safe distance away from hearing. Logan notices something is up by the stern expression on her weathered face as she looks onward at their daughter.

"Veronica, what's up?"

"It's probably nothing."

"Veronica, I know you better than any person. A nothing with you is always a something every time. What's wrong?"

"I think we should take Caitlyn to Neptune for a while to visit her grandfather."

"You still haven't answered my question yet. What's wrong?"

"Logan…."

"Veronica, we're married now. No more secrets."

"Just….something came up at work today."

"Oh god! Veronica, what have you gotten us into this time?"

"Us???"

"Yes, Us! Caitlyn, you, and I! Us! Don't you remember last time with the Russian mob??"

"What am I suppose to do, Logan? Just quit my job at the FBI???"

"Veronica, I make more than enough money to support our family. Yes! You could just quit the FBI. We're not living for ourselves anymore. We have Caitlyn to worry about."

"Logan, you know who I am. You know that this is what I do. I'm out there everyday trying to find answers for victims!"

Suddenly, Veronica's phone rings. "Go. Pick it up." Logan said while letting out a frustrated sigh.

"Mars."

"We got another one up in Bakersfield. Get your ass back here, Mars."

"Yes, boss."

The phone shuts close.

"Logan…."

"I know. Another dead body was found. Go. We'll talk about this later."

Veronica walks away waving good-bye to Caitlyn, who seems to have heard part of their conversation. She doesn't wave back to her mom in an act of defiance. Caitlyn hates it whenever her mom and dad are fighting about something. Whenever they fight, the perfect picture of her family that she has in her mind is shattered. Even though she's strong for a nine-year old, she's not impervious to hurt. Meanwhile, a demented, scarred, and hideous man hides behind the trees nearby, watching the Mars family with his malicious, dark, empty eyes bent on destruction.