Just a quick one while I wait for my writers block to subside, "My Father" will be back soon (fingers crossed). Set after "Nobody Puts Baby In A Corner," Veronica and Lamb, but not in a real shippy way.
She knew what he had done after he had let her and Duncan out, no charges laid.
He had parked across the street from the Manning's house and watched them, for the rest of the night. Okay, so perhaps she had been to the Sheriff's Department, but only because she wanted to either thank Don Lamb, or ask him if he'd completely lost his mind? I mean, he had the perfect opportunity to arrest her, but he hadn't. What was that all about?
So when Sacks had said that he was still out on patrol, she wondered why. Lamb never went on patrol; he was the Sheriff, apparently he was above that.
Okay, so maybe she had put a tracking device on his cruiser; but there were plenty of good reasons for that. When she found him still parked on the side of Maple Ave, she had wondered why. Surely, he would have been finished taking Stewart Manning's statement by now?
She had seen with her own eyes that Lamb was sitting in his car; his eyes never leaving the Manning's kitchen window. He barely blinked.
It had been two long days and one night of working non-stop for Lamb, and he returned home tired and hungry.
As soon as he opened the door; he noticed that something was very different.
'I smell bread,' he said loudly, as he rounded the corner into his small kitchen, half expecting to see his mother in there.
He was surprised yet again, when he saw none other than Veronica Mars stirring a pot on his stove and then turning around.
'Wrong again, Lamb,' she said, as she took her apron off and placed it on the kitchen bench.
'What's this?' he asked shocked and confused at why an eighteen-year-old girl would be preparing food in his apartment; particularly this eighteen-year-old girl.
'Spaghetti bolognaise,' Veronica told him, as she turned around and drained a pot, and then grabbed a plate and dished it up.
Lamb didn't quite know what to say; the whole scene was a little bizarre for his liking.
Veronica walked past him, stopping for a second when she was next to him, getting up on her tiptoes and giving him a light peck on the cheek.
'Thanks, Don,' she said simply and quietly; not giving him time to react before she closed the front door behind her.
He stood in the same position for a couple of minutes; before accepting it. Maybe Veronica Mars and Don Lamb weren't that different after all, but he was never going to admit it, and he was pretty sure that she wasn't either.
A/N I know, completely pointless. Reviews are love! (Although I'm not expecting many. lol.)
Peace Out.
