A/N – Just a bit of pwp to see if I can write anything that isn't work related these days. The characters you know and love aren't mine – but you knew that.

Chapter 1

Step convinced Logan to join him for darts night at a local bar. He assured him that it was off the strip, so it wouldn't be full of tourists, or paparazzi. Despite not being a fan of bars anymore, Logan decided a night off base would do him good. He had been at Nellis for the last three weeks doing cross training exercises with the Air Force and trying to pretend he was anywhere but Vegas. It wasn't that he was worried about falling into his old debauching ways, he had grown far beyond that. No, he knew that Veronica Mars had been living in Las Vegas for the past ten-years as part of the elite foreign counter intelligence squad. He might be a decorated, certified, g-d hero in the eyes of the United States, but the thought of running across his ex terrified him. He stayed on base, focused on work, and tried not to think that somewhere outside the gates was the one who got away.

Now, Logan was lounging in the back room of The Crown, its wood panel walls covered in Vintage Guinness posters waiting impatiently for his Air Force counter-part and temporary wingman to join him. His eyes darted around the room, and he was satisfied the mix of middle-age ren-faire aficionados, hipsters in heavy framed glasses, and office workers with loosened ties did not contain any threats to his piece of mind – but also did not contain Step. Gentle vibration shook his leg, and Logan pulled his cell phone out of his pocket. Step's message was brief "Katie showed up." Sighing, Logan put the phone away and downed the last of his Coke. No darts tonight. Katie was Step's on again, off again girlfriend. In the short time Logan had been in town, he thinks they had broken up and gotten back together again at least six times. According to Step, the make-up sex made it all worthwhile; so Logan knew he wouldn't be seeing Step anytime soon.

As he entered the main bar area Logan froze. In a dark corner across the room, at the end of the bar, sat a petite blonde he would know anywhere. Paralyzed, he wondered if she saw him, if he should go up to her, or make a break for the parking lot. She was staring intently at a couple in a booth in another corner. Her cell phone was out, the camera pointing casually in their direction. Logan decided she must be working, and moved out of a doorway to observe.

The man in the booth was handsome enough, from Logan's perspective. His jet black hair and chestnut skin marking him of South Asian descent. The girl he was with appeared to be half his age, a fresh faced sorority stunner, blonde with a huge rack. She was obviously drunk, giggling as he whispered into her ear. The man moved his hand under the table, and Logan could see, even from his distance the flush move up her neck.

"Dance first" Macy pulled Sandeep's hand from below the table. Her eyes twinkling, she drew his fingers into her mouth, sucking them clean. "Then we can go back to your place." She knew people were watching them, she had spotted the hot blonde at the bar and the built man that just came out of the back room. She loved the attention and she was ready to put on a show.

Sandeep frowned when she moved his hand from its warm investigation of her folds, but his moan came fast and hard as she sucked his fingers. "Come on babe, let's just go out to my car. I will make you forget all about dancing.

Laughing loudly, "No, dance first and then I will make you forget your name tonight." Macy pulled him out of the booth with her, and led him to a spot in the middle of the dance floor. Something loud by Flogging Molly was being piped through the bar's speakers, not ideal for the show she wanted to put on, but she would make it work. Macy plastered her body against Sandeep's. She could feel his hard-on straining against his jeans, and knew she was in complete control of the situation. Dropping down, she writhed against him, her mouth brushing across him dangerously. Her dress bunched around her waist making it even shorter, as she wiggled and bounced her way up and down against him. More eyes in the bar were on them than just the two sets she had identified earlier, but she was pleased because the blonde had put away her phone and was making her way across the dance floor towards them with a hungry look on her face.

Logan tensed, the sorority girl was making a spectacle of herself, putting on a show worthy of Girls Gone Wild, but that wasn't what he was paying attention to. Veronica was on the move. He still could read her body language like a book, and if he were going to make a bet, he would say the dark haired man was about to come acquainted with the business end of a taser. His eyes scanned the bar, he couldn't mark any obvious back-up for Veronica. Grinding his teeth, he fought the urge to curse, he thought being in the FBI would have made her more cautious. Balancing his weight, he gingerly made his way closer to the dancing couple, deciding that someone had to be ready to help Veronica if things went badly on the dance floor.

Macy locked eyes on the hot blonde. She was up for anything, and she knew that two blondes was one of Sandeep's biggest fantasies, right up there with playing cops and robbers. He loved the idea of her playing a hard-ass cop busting him for any infraction. She loved the fact that he took her shopping on a regular basis and didn't flinch when it came time to pull out his credit card. Yes, she thought, older men might be kinky, but they knew how to take care of a girl. Licking her lips, she moved away from Sandeep and towards the other blonde, pressing herself against her and continuing to dance.