"Welcome home Mars!" A familiar voice called out as she walked off the plane.

"Vinnie, you came all the way to the airport just to be the first to greet me!" Veronica teased thinking: why was Vinnie here? Where was her Dad, she talked to him yesterday, he said he'd pick her up.

"Don't flatter yourself Miss Mars; I came here because your daddy can't come. If you haven't heard, I recently made Sheriff of Neptune." He gloated. "And your father was caught sneaking into the station, and was identified as the thief that also broke into my mum's house, hence he's in interrogation."

"Interrogation? For breaking into your house?"

"Ha-ha, no I do not live with my mother, come on Mars we better get going." Vinnie replied picking up one of her bags.

"So you just came here to gloat?" Veronica questioned.

Vinnie ignored her, and got distracted by a turkey stand outside.

"Hey, Mars help me find a good Turkey for Christmas dinner, coz your most likely gunna be spending it with us, you know coz your dad's gunna be in jail."

Veronica rolled her eyes and began to wonder why they would have a stand for Turkeys outside an airport.

"Oi you!" Vinnie yelled out to the owner of the stand. "Do these Turkey's get any bigger?"

"No Vinnie, they're dead," remarked Veronica.

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"Home sweet home, see ya round Mars," Vinnie said as he dropped her suit case in her main lounge. "I loved to stay, but you know, I'm Sheriff. Maybe some other time."

"Good bye Vinnie," Veronica demanded while she held open the door.

Veronica was finally alone, no Vinnie. At last, she had time to think. Reflect on her time at the F.B.I, she had learnt so much, but she was glad to back home, even if her dad was being held down at the station. How was Wallace she thought and Heather, Mac and... Piz. She broke up with him two weeks into the internship. He didn't exactly take it well.

"Ding-Dong" The door bell rang.

Veronica walked to the door and peeked through the blind.

"Dick, what do you want?" She asked while swinging open her door.

"He Ronnie, how's it going? I heard you were back, so I thought I'd just pop by, see how you are."

Dick walked into the house gazing around. Something was different about him, he wasn't as... Dick.

"I need your help."

Veronica was about to rub it in his face, but then notice a small tear come down from his eye. Was the great Dick Casablancas... crying? She didn't know what to say, she'd never seen Dick so vulnerable.

"What's the problem?" Veronica asked trying to console him.

"Well, you know how Beav started that real estate thingo?" He explained trying not to make eye contact. "Kendall's name was on everything, and now... and now she's got millions, and is trying to get her hands on more Casablancas estate, she wants the house, everything.

"Dick, Kendall's...dead,"

"Didn't you hear? She survived the bullet, I need you find a way to stop her, do whatever you do and save my money and what's left of my family's reputation." Dick said getting a little more frustrated, raising his voice.

"Ok, I'll see what I can do," Veronica replied quietly.

"Thanks, Ronnie. I guess I'll see you back at campus." Dick said while walking out of the apartment.

Vinnie Van Low picked her up from the airport, Dick Casablancas just asked for help while almost bursting into tears and Veronica's dad was in interrogation. This wasn't exactly how she imagined coming home.