So... I had to go back and make some locale changes to the story. That is what comes from trusting others and not doing your own research. For anyone who doesn't know, the FBI summer internship for college students (which does really exist) takes place at field offices as well as FBI headquarters in DC and not at Quantico (as I was told by an apparently unreliable source). Anyway, it doesn't matter much to the story but I am kind of a stickler for accuracy.
It's a winding road
Still have hope
One day we'll find our way home
It's a long way home
I've been searching for a long time
Still have hope
We're gonna find our way home
Veronica's neck cracked as she stretched it. The flight from Virginia had been too long for her taste. She was ready to be home. The internship had been a great experience for her despite the ups and downs, but she missed home and the people there. Beyond anything else she was ready to get off this plane. She had been stuck in a middle seat for over 5 hours. Turning to look at the passengers on either side of her, Veronica had to laugh to herself. She was stuck between two of the largest men she had ever seen. One was snoring loudly and had been for the last 3 hours of the flight. The other was typing frantically on his laptop; she assumed on some kind of a business document.
By the time she was finally landed and got off the plane, Veronica felt like she had been freed from captivity. She swung her bag over her shoulder and headed toward baggage claim. She stopped short and smiled when she saw who was waiting for her at the end of the security corridor. Her mind flashed back to the week before.
Veronica had once again found herself waking up in Logan's arms. The twin bed hadn't left a lot of space, Logan was lying on his back with Veronica pressed to his side, her head resting on his chest. When she woke up, he was still asleep. Veronica shifted slightly, careful not to wake Logan, into a position where she could see his face.
She had been completely shocked that Logan had showed up in DC, shocked in a wonderful way. Now, she was feeling that moment of terror again. There was so much more at risk with Logan. She could still feel the pain in her chest when she remembered how much it had hurt when she had found out he had slept with Madison Sinclair. She had told him she could never get over that, and she had thought she had meant it, but it was also too hard not to love him. Even when she was with Piz, she had known she was still in love with Logan. Despite her love for him, she was still not sure if she could trust Logan with her heart.
As she watched Logan sleep and struggled with this issue, Veronica thought of how happy she had been to see Logan the night before, how amazing it was that he had flown across the country to see her, and how he had told her he was worried about her. Logan's arms tightened around her and he muttered something in his sleep. Veronica thought she heard her name in the mutter and smiled. She leaned up a bit and kissed Logan's lips softly. Had he actually been asleep before, Logan woke up quickly. Pressing his lips more deeply into hers, he had rolled the both of them over so Veronica's back was on the mattress.
The rest of the weekend had been nearly a blur for Veronica. Logan consistently did things that chipped away at her doubt from bringing her breakfast in bed that morning to taking her out to a romantic dinner. Those gestures, though sweet, were less effective at breaking down her wall of reservations. It was that moment that she was reminded of now…
Logan was standing in the middle of the walkway between the ticketing area and the security checkpoint. He had been walking toward security when he had stopped. Veronica was staring at his back, wondering what was going on. He had already said a sweet goodbye and kissed her before walking away. Now, he appeared to be nervous. His feet shuffled, and he was fidgeting with something in his pocket.
Then quickly as though he had made up his mind, he spun around and walked straight back to Veronica. He reached a hand up and slipped it behind her neck kissing her intently. It was a much more intense kiss than the first goodbye. Then he broke the kiss and looked her in the eye. He said quietly, "I'll miss you this week," and he pressed something into her hand. He had turned and was almost to the security check, before Veronica had registered what happened. She looked down and opened her hand. In it was a simple silver necklace with a small heart shaped locket. She recognized it as having belonged to his mother. It had been in her family for generations and was one of the things Logan had most cherished after her death.
Logan was leaning against the wall, his eyes searching the crowd. Veronica took advantage of the time she had before he spotted her to watch him. He shifted impatiently and nervously. It was an unusual state for Logan Echolls to be in, and she enjoyed that she was the cause. It solidified for her that she could affect him just as much as he could her. He was holding something in his hands but Veronica couldn't make out what it was.
Logan finally caught sight of her and smiled as she walked towards him. Once she got closer Veronica noticed he had a bouquet of flowers in his hands. He smiled charmingly and held them out to her. "Here," he said. "These are for you."
"Really me?" she asked teasingly. "You aren't waiting for someone else?"
"How many times do I have to tell you there is no-one else?" Logan said turning her joking moment into a sentimental one instead. It suited him better at this time. He had wished all week that he had just stayed in DC with her.
Veronica blushed and didn't respond other than to take the flowers. Then changing the subject, she said, "I was expecting my father."
"I won the coin toss. Best 3 out of 5," Logan said, shifting back to the joking mood. Then as Veronica started to turn to walk toward baggage claim, he reached out and grabbed her wrist, turning her back to him. "I missed you," he said before kissing her.
She let her hands slid up to his arms as she indulged in the kiss. When they pulled apart she admitted, "I missed you, too."
Logan slid her bag from her shoulder and put it over his own before taking her hand and leading her toward baggage claim. Only when he was carrying her two suitcases did he relent to letting her take back her carryon.
On the drive to her apartment, Veronica filled Logan in on the last week of the internship. She admitted to him that she was seriously considering trying to join the FBI professionally. Logan blushed slightly when he realized his first thought was wondering how he would like living in Virginia.
As he pulled up to her apartment, he asked, "How tired and jetlagged are you?"
"Not too bad, why?" she responded with a raised eyebrow and insinuating tone.
"Nothing like that," Logan smirked as answered. "I made dinner reservations, but I didn't know if I should postpone them. Kind of a welcome home slash early birthday dinner." He looked at her hopefully.
Veronica felt a smile tug at her corner of her mouth. "My birthday isn't for another week," she quipped as they got out of the car and Logan grabbed her suitcases.
"Hence the early part," Logan replied. "But if you like we can do another dinner for that one and this can just be the welcome home part. Unless you are too tired."
"I'm not too tired," she replied and kissed his cheek before turning to open the front door.
"Alright, I'll pick you up at 7. Fancy attire," he added. "Preferably something that shows some leg," he said as he turned to walk away with a smirk.
