Disclaimer: I do not own Veronica Mars, RT and the CW do. And no one is allowed to distribute this story if my name is not on it. Alright, now to the good stuff.

This is my FIRST story so I'd really appreciate reviews and suggestions.

I decided to skip to the future where Veronica Mars is an FBI agent in Virginia. This isn't a LoVe fanfic so if you can't stand any other ships, sorry.

NYC

By Stacey P.

The petite blonde walked through the halls taking huge sips of coffee. She couldn't sleep well last night, and knew she would pass out during the meeting. She walked into the conference room which was almost filled.

"Veronica!" yelled Chris O'Conner.

Veronica Mars gulped down the rest of her coffee and threw it in the trash. She moved toward the empty seat next to her partner and sat down.

"So, have ya figured out what this all about?" Veronica asked.

"Nope. All I know is that a team of detectives is going to have to head out to New York City."

Veronica rolled her eyes. Chris sighed. They were always stuck with paperwork and no field work. They barely went out to investigate ever since Veronica was found breaking into a suspect's home.

There were four teams in the room now, eight people, plus the chief. The chief started to talk about attacks on an owner of a music industry and how it was somehow linked to the women getting threatening letters all over the region.

"So basically, either the guy with the cash is a plain victim, or our leading suspect," the chief finished. "The team on the case will be Chris O'Conner and Veronica Mars."

Veronica snapped her head up and Chris stopped playing Tetris on his cell phone. Neither had been listening to a word the chief had said.

"You two drive up there soon, we need to know if the threatening letters are linked."

"Uhh, okay sir." Chris said and looked at Veronica. The chief started to give the other teams assignments.

"What did the chief say?" Chris asked? Veronica shrugged and reached into her bag. She pulled out a tape recorder.

"Knew this would come in hand some day!" Veronica said.

"Nice Veronica, nice! Alright so we'll head up to NYC tomorrow morning and talk to,"

"The owner of the company, but first we need to find out why there's a possibility the letters and the attacks are linked." Veronica interrupted.

She sat there for a moment, thinking.

"We don't need to pay for a hotel, I know someone who lives up there," she finally said.

"Who?"