Disclaimer: I don't own Veronica Mars; don't know the actors, or Rob Thomas personally. Wish I did, so I could knock some sense into them, but whatever.
Author's Note: This is set a little bit down the line of this season. Veronica catches Logan with Kendall.
"You're really randy today, aren't you little one?" Veronica's stomach dropped. Why had she let herself get dragged into this? She had far better things to do then to drop off the book Dick had left in Duncan's car. For the thousandth time since she'd walked up the drive, she wished that Duncan hadn't asked her to come. Finding Dick's parents having sex in the middle of the day was not exactly her cup of tea. But what could she do? She'd said that she would bring it when her shift was over, and now that her shift was over, here she was. Momentarily closing her eyes, she raised her fist to knock on the heavy wooden door, but stopped, hearing a familiar male voice.
"Now Mrs. Casablancas, this is just wrong." Veronica's eyes snapped open at the flirting tone in that voice. "Are you trying to seduce me?" Her breath caught, and as all good detectives would do in a situation like this, she peeked in through the study window. And there, in the most compromising position she had ever seen, sat Logan and Kendall Casablancas; Dick and the Beaver's stepmother. Logan's strong arms were wrapped around her naked waist, and Veronica was treated to the sigh of her tattoo bouncing. Oh my god, her mind kept repeating. This couldn't be happening. Turning quickly to run away-to get as far away as possible, she tripped over one of the ceramic statues adorning the pathway. Which produced a much louder noise than she'd anticipated. Cursing her fate, she bent quickly, trying to gather the pieces and not get caught.
"Well, well, well, it looks like we have a visitor." Veronica's cheeks reddened but her composure remained in tact as she stood, dusting off her pants with her free hand.
"I'm sorry, I um-" She swallowed, forcing a smile and trying not to cringe at the woman who was barely concealing her disheveled state. She came forward, carrying the broken pieces in front of her. "I'm sorry, I-Dick? He forgot a book in my boyfriend's car, and I'm bringing it back." She exhaled slowly. There. That was a complete sentence. Kendall appraised her with calculating coldness.
"That doesn't explain the broken statue. And what a pity, it was my favorite one." Veronica gasped, and accidentally dropped the ceramic shards to the ground.
"I didn't mean to. I heard voices, and I…" How are you going to get out of this one, Veronica? "I'm so sorry. I can pay for the damage if you'd like." Kendall mulled over the offer for a moment, tapping a perfectly tanned, perfectly manicured finger against her chin.
"No, it's fine." They stood their looking at each for long moments, and Veronica's stomach churned. She knew Logan was in there, hiding, and it made her sick. "Well, are you gonna give me the book or are going to just sit here looking at each other? I have better…things to do." Veronica bit her lip to keep from gasping, and after a second tasted blood.
"Right, yes, yeah. I'm sorry, here it is." She unzipped her bag, and handed over the history textbook. If looks could burn, it would've been on fire by now.
"Well, thanks for bringing this. It's really been a pleasure." The ice in her voice oozed from every pore, and as the door was slammed in her face, Veronica could feel the contempt there as well. As she walked back to her car, a gray '89 Buick Century her father had bought her with someone of the money from the book advance, she couldn't stop the tears from flowing down her cheeks.