Disclaimer: The quote "Annoy, tiny blonde one... annoy like the wind..." We all know that doesn't belong to me.

Chapter 3 — Logan's P.O.V.

Knock knock.

"Shit," says her perky little voice from the other side. "Hold on!"

She abruptly opens the door, hopping on one foot, and putting a shoe on the other, in a tiny cherry-red dress with the strap falling off the shoulder she's balancing a phone on; and in her frustration she mutters, "Damn shoe-What do you want?"

Before I have a chance to answer, whoever she's calling picks up the other end.

"Hey, Wally! Break out your tux-we're going par-taying" she grins hopefully into the phone. "What-sorry! Geez, I thought we were at the point of nicknames. You can call me Ronnie or something-"

Flushed and obviously a bit caffeinated, she raises her finger to indicate that she's almost done. "You know, we can't call you a sidekick if you're not there to kick it at my side."

Ha.

She sighs, "No, it's all right... I'll just cry and cry and cry without you there... Kay. Bye."

"Yes?" she asks, reaching behind her to zip up her dress, "What do you need?"

I'm just standing here, giving her a once over as she struggles with the zipper.

"What?" she shrugs "Undercover..."

"Helllooo, Sydney Bristow!"

She rolls her eyes and turns around, "Shut up and help me out here."

"It's stuck," I mumble, tugging at the zipper. As I'm trying to break it free, I maybe pull it down a little further than I have to. The edge of her black, chick briefs. How cute.

Gliding it up, I let my knuckles trace the curve of her spine, until I hear a sharp intake of breath. A blush creeps up her cheeks and I smirk.

The way I have of skirting the edge of her nerves, well; there are few other thrills in my life.

She turns around and cocks her head to the side, "And what are you doing here?"

"And where are you headed in that little number, Ronnie?" I imitate her "And did I hear something about you needing a sidekick?"

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"So Joel thinks his dad is cheating with their cook?"

"Yup"

"What's the party for?"

"Anniversary, " she replies, painting on her cherry red lipstick. I managed to convince her that maybe my car would fit in better with that crowd.

"I don't get why you have to go though."

She whips out a tiny metal compartment from her purse and grins, "This should assist me in learning a tad bit more about my clients."

"A bugging device?"

"Several."

"You wouldn't happen to use these on people you know?"

"Wouldn't you like to know?"

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"Just hang out okay? I'll be right back."

"Yes Ma'am" I salute her, teasingly.

"Don't. Cause any trouble, Kay?"

"I won't! Go forth and annoy, tiny blonde one." I nudge her lightly on her shoulder "Annoy like the wind..."

"Bite me."

Lowering to kiss her cheek, I whisper in her ear, "Not even if you paid me, Babe."

"Love you, Logan." she grits through her teeth.

"Love you harder."

Veronica Mars, she shakes her head when I wink at her and offers me a smile before disappearing behind some door; I'm thinking, with her hair down like that, she looks a bit like Lily.

I'm thinking, I miss her flippy 'do, and I miss disliking her, and I'm so damn sorry.

I'm thinking, I need a drink.