A/N: This is actually my first fic and is an ever constant work in proress since I plan on rewriting all 3 seasons of the show and hopefully more! Pls note that I have never written a fic before, and take that wholeheartedly into consideration when reading. I just worked through part of the story line and changed as I saw fit. I welcome reviews and comments and will be updating once I get some feedback on the chapters that I already have posted. Chapter 1 is just some set up for the chapters that follow. Tell me what you think and if I like your idea, then I'll work it in to the story line. P.S. Sadly, Rob Thomas owns Veronica Mars, not I. Thanks!

Veronica

Dad and I were doing our usual when we got the call. Our usual was grabbing take out while Mom set the theme at home, and the call was for a domestic disturbance at my best friend Lily and my ex boyfriend Duncan's house.

"Dad, what's going on?" I started to ask as we were pulling into the Kane's driveway, but I stopped when I saw the scene folding out in front of me. There were police cars everywhere and we could hear Celeste sobbing before we got halfway up the driveway.

I know he instructed me to stay in the cruiser but I was his daughter, after all…did he expect me to stay in the cruiser? When I rounded the corner to the Kane's back yard, I'd cursed myself for doing it. Duncan was on the ground sobbing and rocking back and forth. He only stopped when I asked him where Lily was. I guess you could say that that night, when I saw Lily dead by the side of the pool; a fire started in me and a part of me died at the same time.

Lily was my best friend and just hours ago we were at a car wash for the pep squad. Lily, who never got hurt by any one or anything was dead… murdered, nonetheless. My best friend was gone.

As the days went by, and more and more time passed, there were no concrete leads on Lily's murderer. I could see the strain it was putting on my family every day. My dad believed that Celeste killed Lily and my mom stood behind him one hundred percent. I couldn't believe that someone as sweet as Celeste would ever be capable of harming her beloved daughter, and I made my opinion very clear. So clear, that the day my dad went public with his suspicions, I moved into my best friend Logan's guest house.

Logan's mom was none other than the world famous supermodel Lynne Echolls and his dad was Aaron Echolls; lawyer to the rich and powerful. I think its safe to say that when they come to financial matters, they are totally set. When I asked to stay in a room after Dad accused Celeste, Lynne just gave me the whole guest house.

Living in the guest house of one of Hollywood's most notorious couples definitely had its perks. For instance, the security was so tight that I never had to worry about unwanted visitors, and Logan's parents were gone so much that we could pretty much have free reign of the estate. Another perk of living with Aaron Echolls? Getting custody transferred from my parents to the Echolls' was easier than brushing my teeth, and faster too, thanks to the many connections Aaron had in the judicial system.

Even though I had the whole guest house to myself, the most time I spent in there was to sleep or change clothes. I spent most of my time hanging out with Logan, and for the most part I had it made… for the most part.

Logan and I were getting ready for Shelley Pomroy's annual end of Summer bash, and it felt like a part of me was missing. Logan practically had to drag me out of the door…I just felt like if Lily wasn't going to be there, then there wasn't much of a point to me being there. Besides, Madison Sinclair was going to be there and I absolutely couldn't stand her.

The drive over was supposed to only take five minutes but to me it felt like an eternity. On the ride over, I had a change of heart. I was determined to show the people who spent so much time trash talking me because of the investigation that my father was pursuing that their rumors didn't affect me.

Logan, being the uber-hot boy toy that he was, was immediately swarmed by an onslaught of horny teenage girls and had no time for me. I was completely alone, at a party full of people with no way out and I was silently cursing myself for coming. Oh, what the hell? I thought. I put on my happy face and started to parade through the crowd to the drink table.

I don't know how it happened, but I somehow ended up with one of those red drink cups in my hand. Sniffing it gingerly, I came to the conclusion that it was a vodka and Redbull, coincidentally, my favorite. They were the easiest to drink because the Redbull disguised the vodka so well. It was just like drinking a plain Redbull, except which much more inebriating effects.

After my third drink, I was more drunk than I should have been. I could never handle my alcohol well, but I definitely did not remember ever feeling that annihilated. I started to really lose control and decided that it was a good bet to lay down on one of the lounge chairs on the pool deck. And as far as I thought, my night was going to be ending there.