A/N: I know this has been done before, hey, why not another one. Each chapter will be a short little scene, probably barely 1000 words each if not shorter and for now, no ships that wasn't current during the 'Ruskie Business' episode will be done. Thanks for stopping by!
-knock-knock-knock-
Veronica nonchalantly wiped away the tears that were lining her cheeks and looked up. When she saw the baton, the gun, and the familiar sight of brown polyester she smiled. It was 80's night after all; Leo could easily say he was dressed as Erik Estrada. Of course, she didn't quite know how she felt about being seen with a Ponch impersonator.
Stepping out of the LeBaron, a frown instantly formed as her brows pulled together in…disappointment? Confusion? Misplaced joy?
"Deputy." Veronica breathed through pursed lips. One thing she could thank Meg for were those 'make me three inches taller death shoes.' The man before her still towered, but the shoes leveled the playing field a bit better. "Shouldn't you be out there doing your job?" She crossed her arms and squinted as though she was a mother who just caught her son in his room during school hours. "Oh wait, that's right. I forgot. My father does your job for you."
The sheriff arched an agitated brow and pulled on his belt, adjusting his holster. Smacking his gum, Lamb's eyes scanned Veronica's not so modest form, up, down, then up again. Caught within the view, his lower lip suddenly became too heavy to keep closed as his gum teetered on the edge of his mouth.
"Deputy!" Veronica snapped her fingers in Lamb's face, pulling him out of his highly inappropriate - completely out of his control - so not what he was thinking thoughts. "If you keep looking at me like that, I'm gonna have to start charging you."
Returning his mind...among other things...to order, Lamb squared his shoulders as his thumbs found a place in his belt loops. With a smug lopsided grin, he motioned with his head towards his cop car. "You're coming with me." His voice was gruff and forceful. When it came to being serious with Veronica, he knew he had to lather it on.
Shifting her weight from foot to foot, Veronica painted on her own smug smirk. "You know Deputy, when a man goes all gorilla on a girl, he's supposed to throw her over his shoulder and carry her. Did you not pass your caveman exam?"
Lamb turned around sharply and snapped. "Now, Mars!"
"Coming Deputy." She sang out as she skipped after the sheriff.
Sitting across from Lamb in his office, Veronica sighed as her array of nerves were slowly depleting. Between the gum smacking, the uncomfortable chair, the binding clothes, and the non reason of her even being there, Veronica's every last peeve was being irked. Worst of all was the company.
Sheriff Don Lamb. That evil evil man. Veronica's eyes narrowed and her mouth twitched as she thought about a house falling on the Sheriff. Then she had to stifle a laugh when she thought about Lamb wearing ruby red slippers with a group of munchkins joyously dancing around him as he laid crushed. Yeah, that was a pleasant image.
When Lamb shot her a curious look, Veronica rolled her eyes and respired. "Now will you tell me why I'm here?"
Lamb adjusted in his chair, relaxing back and clasping his hands in front of him. "Why are you dressed like a whore?" It was meant more as an insult than a question.
"Why are you dressed like a cop?" Of course, she didn't miss a beat as she leaned back and mimicked his position.
His eye twitched as he let out a harsh exhale through his nostrils. Their relationship was too broken; too strain to resemble anything that could be considered normal so Don moved on to doing what he did best (worst if you asked for Veronica's opinion). His job. "Tell me what you know about Yellana Sukarenko"
Veronica scrunched her face in a dumbfounded expression. "This is why you drag me here. Really?"
"You're a part of it Mars and you're the one who almost got an innocent man killed. So start talking."
She clucked her tongue and adopted a sarcastic tone. "And here I thought you just missed me." Smiling flirtatiously, she batted her eyes for emphasis.
A knock came to the door then as one of the actual deputies of the department poked his head in. "Uh, Lamb?" Leo started to say, but was distracted when he noticed Veronica sitting there all dolled up. "Hey Ver-ronica. What-what are you doing here?" His gaze fell directly on her, not moving from where she sat.
"Little Lamb here likes to round up the whole Mars clan from time to time. That way it's easier for us to do his job." Gasping, Veronica covered her mouth with a hand and glanced sidelong at the sheriff. "Oops! Was that supposed to be a secret?"
Rubbing the back of his neck, Leo chuckled softly, eyes still firmly attached to the tiny blond.
"Did you want something?" Lamb abhorrently smacked his gum.
"Oh yeah, Keith's waiting for you in room one."
"Fine, I'll be there…" Lamb's eyes fixated on Veronica. "…after you and I are done here."
"I'll let him know." Leo was about to leave, but his feet, or more accurately his heart, stalled him. "Hey, I'll wait for you out here. Maybe we can grab something to eat?"
Biting her lower lip, she repressed the glowing smile she wanted to offer and nodded.
Don didn't miss the shy hidden smiles that the two shared. He didn't know why, but he was suddenly overcome with an undeniable urge to punch the deputy right square in the jaw. "Deputy." Lamb waved Leo off coarsely. "Leave. Now."
He wasn't sure how the night would end, but he knew that Leo would be working overtime and Veronica would not be leaving until he was satisfied. And when it came to Veronica? They were in for a long night.
A/N: So far I have Wallace, maybe Mac, Weevil, Keith, and of course Logan (but he'll probably be last, 'cause I heart Jason Dohring =)) planned. Any ideas for other possible encounters? Also if you do wanna see more, who would you like to see next?
As always, thanks for reading!
LV update: I will be working on Leaving Neptune again soon, I had to take a break because Piz's refusal to speak to me as a character frustrated me.