Little Old Neptune

Rating: PG 13

Disclaimer: I do not own Veronica Mars, the characters, canon story lines, etc.

Summary: Veronica Mars left Neptune 5 years ago. Now, her newest assignment, involving two 5-year-olds, daughters to a few of Hollywood's top stars, who are kidnapped, brings her back. Veronica must deal with the past and fight for the future.

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CHAPTER SEVEN

Logan Echolls cross over the floor to come to a seat oppose of her. He didn't ask permission, he just sat. Veronica was pretty sure even if he had and she denied, he'd do this anyway.

So very much lacking sweet, Veronica muttered back, "Hey Logan."

Logan's face broke out into a grin and clapped his hands together, interlocking his fingers once together. "Just the dirty little mistress I wanted to find."

Veronica cocked an eyebrow at him and looked at him skeptically. "Dirty little mistress, Logan, really?"

The smile fell with a shrug. "Needed to say something besides Veronica the FBI agent turned rouge to find the kidnapper of her daughter she's left behind for the last five years."

Aye, dirty mistress I am then.

Veronica didn't reply to him. Feeling awkward and not wanting to just leave, Veronica waited for him to get to the point.

Before doing so, Logan ordered a cup of coffee.

Wouldn't think anything had happened to him. Just normal Logan, sitting right across from me. Complete roundabout since the other day. Well, there you go Jennie, you got him off the alcohol.

Waiting for Logan took much more out of her than it should have. To get out of the heavy silence, Veronica asked, "What's up, Logan?"

"Just wanted to see how far you've come. Cause I've talked to your dad, talked to your boss, but…" Logan's words died out and he cast his eyes down. The look on his face betrayed his emotions. They showed just how dependent he was on them, how needy he was, how helpless he felt in the search for his daughter.

Logan didn't look up at her when he continued to speak. "I know you're good Veronica. And if anyone is going to find Vanna, its gonna be you cause… you're you."

Veronica found herself looking down as well. Quietly, she replied, "Thanks, Logan."

After a moment, Logan looked up at her, his emotions back in check. "So?" He pressed.

Veronica looked down at her paper and knew that it didn't mean anything- the compliment that he just gave her. It wasn't anything more than him needing his daughter back and her being the most likely to make this happen.

"I went to her school, I got the video footage of stores nearby. It's shocking really that no one went to grab them."

"Well, Veronica, you were always the clever one." His voice was filled with bitterness.

Veronica simply nodded and gave a faint, knowing smile. "I found a car and a license plate, and I've got an address."

This is what got Logan's attention. He stood up immediately, his eyes full of rage. "Let's go!"

Veronica didn't think it would be the brightest idea to bring Logan into it. Logan, possibly a little drunk still, didn't really think before punching. "Logan, I think its best if I just go…"

"Hell, Veronica!" Logan stared at her in disbelief. "Vanna is my daughter. I'm coming with. And we're going to find her."

Good job Veronica. Should have just said "No." No you didn't find anything.

Veronica knows there is no point to arguing with him. She knew that he would not submit to anything he didn't like. He admitted defeat.

"We're just going to check out the address. We don't know that she's there. And we don't want to let on that we know if so," Veronica informed, her professional character taking over.

"So, what are we going as?" Logan asked, his voice no longer filled with anger or bitterness. In fact, if Veronica were true to herself, she would think that Logan may want to tag along on one of her mystery adventures once more.

But Veronica shook her head. "We are not going as anything. I'm going. And you are going to sit in the car. If I motion any way that I am in trouble, you can come to my rescue."

"Knight in shining armor duty." The duty sounded less than trill on his tongue.

"Precisely!" Veronica exclaimed, a smile breaking on her face.

"Think about it Logan," She started, noticing the look of annoyance crossing his features. In an accent that belonged in Manhattan, she said, "You face, over every magazine. My face, not so much."

"That's till the press gets the news that you're Vanna's mother."

Veronica tapped her fingers, keeping herself from making any comment back to Logan. So instead, she pushed her laptop down putting it into sleep. She packed it into her bag and slung it over her shoulder.

"Let's go," Veronica said. "I'll drive."

Logan smirked, "Always liked to be in control."

"What can I say?" Veronica said as she walked through the café doors. "You did make me watch those Clint Eastwood movies."

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