A/N: As I was writing Chapter 1 I realized I needed to change the tense because it just wasn't going to work in this story the way I had hoped... Sooo I went back to the Prolouge and redid the tense but kept everything else the same... Also, I realized after I had started that Luke's wife was named Caitlyn, and I didn't want people to assume it was Paris Hilton's Character from season one, so I did a slight name change.. Soooo very sorry for the changes, but they were minor.. No more I promise lol!

"Hey Fennel, this is the best friend calling again. I miss your face; plan a weekend to come see me soon okay? Seriously, it's been too long."

"You're boy too good to answer his phone?" Weevil called out from the kitchen.

"Apparently he's forgotten how awesome I am," Veronica muttered walking into the kitchen. "Seriously, just because he's off in Texas playing with airplanes for a living…."

"Tell it to his voicemail," Weevil chuckled. "You got anything planned today? Or are you going to spend your weekend workin' on cases?"

"I'm actually going dress shopping with Mac today," Veronica smiled. "If I don't gouge out my eyes half way through, it should be a great day."

"Does Mac know how excited you are about today?" Weevil chuckled.

"I haven't exactly told her, but seriously, everyone knows my stance on marriage," Veronica groaned.

Weevil nodded his head, "You almost believed in marriage once…" He began.

"I almost believed in a lot of things," she spoke cutting him off. "Things change, life goes on, and you get smarter with time."

"Have you been googling quotes for your Facebook again? Seriously, that was way too quote of the day for me," Weevil muttered.

"Your attempts at humor do not amuse me," Veronica huffed. "What are your plans for the weekend? Other than working on the Wilkerson case?"

"The Wilkerson case?" Weevil frowned. "Seedy bars on the wrong side of town? V, you gotta stop typecasting me like that."

"Typecasting? Really, must you be so dramatic?" Veronica laughed. "It's your case Navarro, and with William out of town, Candy is sure to want to let her hair down tonight."

"You really think those kids are better off with him?" Weevil asked honestly grabbing a Pop-Tart out of the pantry.

"The nanny is raising those children for her," Veronica nodded. "The woman is always hopped up on pills, and as soon as William has to leave for business she's out on the town cheating with every man in sight. He seems like a decent man, but it really isn't up to us. He hired us to prove her unfit, and honestly, it really hasn't been that hard."

"Yeah, guess I'm just used to the cheatin' cases that are all about money. This one just seems different," Weevil nodded.

"No one said our job was easy," Veronica shrugged. "It's pretty awesome most of the time though," she added with a grin.

"Got that right." Weevil nodded. "Before you head out, you better look over the grocery list, or your starve next week," he spoke pointing over at the list on the kitchen table.

"Right, because I'm incapable of going to the store myself?" Veronica snorted.

"No, because you're usually too busy taking pictures with your camera to remember when we're out of food."

"Isn't that why I keep you around? To think for me when I'm too busy to do it myself?"

"Nah, you keep me here to have something to stare at," Weevil spoke with a deep voice.

"Nope, I'm pretty sure it's to half the rent and buy food," Veronica joked.

"Your words cut Mars."

"You're a big boy Eli, suck it up," Veronica laughed. "I better leave now if I'm going to meet Mac on time." She spoke grabbing her bag and heading toward the door.

"Don't call me E…. Whatever Mars," she heard Weevil call out as she slammed the door with a smile.

Casey stood in Luke's backyard watching as Luke's four-year-old son tossed the baseball with his mother. Casey couldn't help but smile with Cade pitched the ball like a tiny pro.

"He's your kid alright," he spoke to Luke. "I've never saw a kid his age with an arm like that."

"Yeah, I think so, but you know, he has my DNA so I'm a little bias," Luke laughed. "You should see Mia's arm, for a two year old, she has amazing accuracy," he added with a chuckle.

Casey nodded his head and looked back at the little brown eyed boy in front of him. He watched as he tossed the ball to his mother, and then ran and hugged her when she caught it. He had never had that growing up as child. He had a wonderful grandmother that taught him the important things in life, but his parents, were never really there. What he wanted someday was what he was seeing in Luke's backyard. Life wasn't about money, or big business, it was about little things, and Casey desperately longed for all those little things.

"So Kaelyn, said that she has a friend that might be perfect for you," Luke spoke. "She's a teacher at Kaelyn's school, and wants to get married soon and have like ten babies. She's even tried the whole realty show thing to find a guy."

"And she's perfect for me how?" Casey asked.

"Because dude, you want the same thing right?" Luke asked.

"Yeah, it's just, I'm not sure I'm looking for someone that is interviewing potential father's for her children," he sighed. "I want it to come naturally or something."

"You've gotta stop watching all those chick flicks with your cat man," Luke laughed. "Seriously, as someone that's been married for awhile now, I can tell you first hand, it's not all hearts and flowers."

"No, but it's real," Casey shrugged. "If Kaelyn has a nice, normal friend, that has never auditioned for The Bachelor or isn't like stalker crazy, send her my way."

"You know, maybe you should try out to be The Bachelor," Luke smirked. "You'd be a perfect candidate."

"Not funny," Casey spoke through a tiny laugh. "Seriously not funny."

"So my dad gave me all these dates that I'm not allowed to get married on. Seriously, he has forbid them because they are like, sacred or something."

Veronica nodded her as she walked into a small wedding boutique with Mac, listening as her friend talked about the nightmare of planning her wedding. "What dates did he forbid?"

"Any important NASCAR race that he plans to attend, any day the Chargers play, and he pretty much promised that if I set my wedding on the Super Bowl, he will not attend. The sad thing is I believe him," Mac frowned.

"Well that's because the Chargers totally have a shot the next two years," Veronica spoke with a grin. "Seriously, ask anyone."

"You're not helping calm my wedding hysteria Veronica," Mac groaned. "This is the point in the conversation where you're supposed to assure me that everything is going to work out, and I have nothing to worry about."

"Oh right," Veronica smiled. "Consider yourself assured."

"Thanks, awesome pep talk. I feel much better."

"That's what I'm here for," Veronica spoke with a cheerful tone. "Mac, your wedding is going to be fine. Just go with the whole simple theme like you wanted."

"But my mother wants something elegant, and Mark's parents agree. I don't see how I can win against all of them."

"It's your wedding," Veronica frowned. "Do what you want."

"Did I tell you my mother sent me all these images of wedding dresses she liked? They were all huge, and fluffy, and honestly, they scared me a little," Mac cringed.

"Elope! It's the safest way out," Veronica laughed.

"As much as I would love to do that, Mark is totally against it." Mac sighed.

Veronica nodded her head as they walked by a shelf that had several designer picture frames on it, one made for an engagement photo. She stopped in front of it and stared, touching the words on it with her fingertips. She closed her eyes for a moment and let out a sigh as she quickly stepped back from it and looked over at Mac. "We should go find a dress," she spoke. "That's the reason we're even here right?"

Mac gave her a knowing glance and smiled, "Yeah, I guess so."

"Right, so are we going with white?"

"Mother has threatened my life if I don't, so I'm assuming any other color is out of the question."

"Then white it is," Veronica spoke with a tight smile. "I saw an awesome fluffy dress right over there, should make your mom totally happy."

"Great…" Mac groaned. "Show me the way."

Casey walked into his favorite coffee shop and let out a tired yawn. He had spent the day hanging out with Luke's family and was exhausted. Luke had beaten him at both golf and basketball, and his body was telling him he was out of shape. He was suddenly regretting missing the gym for the last few weeks.

His phone rang and he sighed as he answered it. "Luke man, hey. Yeah, yeah, I know you're still some sort of master athlete, whatever," he laughed into the phone. "Wait, seriously? No, I'm not going out with Kaelyn's friend. Dude, she's already told her about me? Sorry man, it's not going to happen," he groaned. "No Luke, it's not happening," he repeated. "Fine, one date, but it's going to be short and you're going to owe me, like huge. Yeah, later man," he finished clicking off his cell.

Casey rolled his eyes as he thought of ways to punish his best friend. Surely there had to be some sort of punishment that would make up for the fact that he was being forced to go on a date, that he was almost positive he was going to hate. He frowned as he made his way up the line he was in, stopping when he saw a small blonde getting her coffee in the line near his. Her short blonde hair was in a ponytail, and honestly, if he didn't know any better he would swear Veronica Mars was in front of him. He watched as she turned slightly, just enough to get a side view, and he couldn't help the smile that fell on his face.

"Veronica?" he questioned louder than he meant to, as she took her change and picked up her drink. She turned toward the sound of his voice, and when her blue eyes looked up at him, he smiled brightly. "Veronica, it is you!"

"Casey Gant, long time no see," she spoke with a tiny grin and suddenly for no reason at all, his day suddenly seemed much better.