He finally gets her behind bars, which is where she belongs. Of course in true Veronica Mars fashion she's still mocking him. There's a hand drawn My Little Pony tattoo on her upper arm and he's pretty sure he knows where she got the markers. If Sacks wasn't his best deputy he'd have him fired for aiding in the delinquency of a known criminal.
"Take a picture, Deputy," she suggests punctuation his old title with derision, "because you know as soon as I get my one phone call I'll be out of here within the hour."
"I guess I'll just have to postpone that phone call for as long as I legally can then." He replies, his long legs carrying him across the room. When he's less than an arms length away from the cell he grabs the bars and leans in close sneering, "And it's Sheriff."
She leans in too, her nose mere inches from his and he can smell vanilla and a hint of lavender. It's intoxicating and he has to fight the desire to lean in and kiss her. She's barely legal, not to mention a pain in the ass.
"Being Sheriff, it's more than just wearing a badge."
"And how would you know?" He asks needing desperately to pull away but not wanting to give her the satisfaction.
They're in a battle now, her eyes boring in to his, his eyes mirroring her hatred. The bars disappear between them and he can feel her body heat, or maybe it's his own, he's not really sure. His pulse echoes in his ears and his tongue is moistening his lips in preparation. There's only a shaky breath of distance between them but before he can extinguish it a throat clears behind him and they're both pulling away.
"Sheriff," Sacks' voice shakes in uncertainty and confusion.
"What?" He barks finally turning away from the petite blonde he'd been about to kiss.
"Keith Mars is here and he's brought his lawyer."
He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath willing his pulse to return to normal. "Of course he did," he sighs. "Tell him I'll be right there."
He waits until Sacks has left before turning back to face Veronica. He expects a smug smile but she looks just as confused as he feels.
"Looks like it's your lucky day Mars," he says pulling his key ring free of his belt loop and shuffling through the keys until he finds the one that unlocks Veronica's cell.
"Is it?" She asks meeting him at the bars as he slips the key into the lock. "If I didn't know any better, Sheriff, I'd say you were about to kiss me."
He refuses to look at her as he slides the bars back freeing her from their confines. She steps out of the cell and her tattooed arm lightly grazing the front of his uniform smearing the ink. He sets his jaw against the urge to groan in frustration, to push her up against the bars and capture her lips. Instead he feigns disinterest, "like I said it's your lucky day."
She stretches up on tiptoes, resting her hands on his shoulders for support, and letting her lips lightly graze his cheek. Her breath is warm against his skin as she whispers in his ear, "a real Sheriff would have made his move even with Sacks watching."
Anger floods through him quickly deflating the effect she'd had on his nether regions but before he can respond she's half way to the door. Muttering under his breath he follows her, his brain already plotting revenge.