Summary: Set near the end of A Trip to the Dentist. This is how the scene with the ceiling fan should have went down… LoVe style. And then the rest of the season based on that change.

Disclaimer: I don't own Veronica Mars or any of the characters, unfortuately. Rob Thomas does. : (

Author's Note: Hey everybody! Thanks to everyone who wasn't so upset with me for the time it took to post the last two chapter and wrote me a nice review. You guys are the best. Here's your new chapter...

Logan was driving somewhat recklessly to try and catch up with Veronica. He wasn't paying too much attention to the phone, as it had been silent for a while since he got the tip on the bridge. He nearly drove off the road however when he heard an incredibly loud crashing sound come from it. Logan's jaw dropped, unable to shake the idea that the car crashing he'd heard was Veronica's. He waited, trying desperately not to crash himself, praying that he would hear Veronica make some witty comment about Aaron being lucky he had kidnapped her instead of that horrible driver they'd just seen fail to maneuver around a phone pole. Her voice never came, though, and he felt his heart breaking.

Before he realized what was happening he heard a loud car horn blaring. He looked up through his windshield to see a semi truck headed straight for him, only a few yards away. He quickly turned the wheel to the right, trying to get back on his side of the road. He managed to do so unscathed, but was shaken by both his recent near death experience and the fear that Veronica had just had one herself. Or worse.

He slowed down and pulled over to the side of the road to try and calm himself down. He needed to find Veronica. His only comfort was that if she were still alive, at least she would be easier to find immobile. He rested his head on the steering wheel, and he took a deep breath. His hand moved to put the car back into drive and go on a devastating search for the only person he had left in this world and the man who had taken everyone else away from him. Looking in front of him, however, he noticed that he was going to have some difficulties in going anywhere. Three motorcycles were parked in front of him, and after a look in his rearview mirror saw another two bikes behind him. It would be impossible to escape without running one of them over. He recognized Weevil giving a few orders before parking his bike and walking over to Logan's window.

"I must have tempted fate when I thought just now that this day couldn't possibly get any worse. Because here you are," Logan said while rolling down his window, "Proving me wrong."

Weevil didn't respond, simply got an enraged look on his face before sending his fist through the open window and into Logan's face. Logan's head flew back against his seat and his hand reached for his eye which was throbbing.

"What the hell, Weevil!" Logan screamed, knowing he had absolutely no time to get into a fight with Weevil, let alone five PCHers.

"Why don't you get out the car, and we'll talk about it?" he said taking a step back to allow Logan to do just that.

Logan tried desperately to calm himself, needing to express the urgency of the matter to Weevil. "Look… I don't know what you need to 'discuss' with me, but could we reschedule? Because that little blonde private eye we all know and love just ran herself up a tree in her crappy old Le Baron."

Weevil's eyes squinted at Logan, "Well, you'd better start praying, because with what I have planned, you're going to be a little too preoccupied to go rescue her."

Duncan ran quickly to his car. He'd just called the police and told them everything he knew, which unfortunately wasn't a whole lot. They said that they would have officers on the look out for Veronica's car, but that other than that there wasn't much they could do. So Duncan was driving to get Keith in hopes that he'd have a plan.

He dialed Veronica's number, knowing it by heart, as he started the engine and pulled out of the driveway.

"Hello?" an expectant Keith answered the phone, obviously hoping it would be his daughter.

"Mr. Mars? It's Duncan," he said, somewhat frantic.

"Hey Duncan, what's up?" Keith asked, disappointed, but intrigued as well.

"I have some really bad news. I'm on my way to your house right now," he informed.

Keith swallowed, "What do you know, Duncan?"

"It's Veronica… I don't know if she told you, but we found out that it was Aaron Echolls who killed Lilly…" Duncan started, not wanting to tell him something he already knew.

"Yeah," he said, hurrying the boy along.

"Well, on her way out of the party, Aaron somehow found out what she was up to… because he kidnapped her," he forced out, not liking to be the one to have to tell him.

Keith stopped breathing, taking in this information.

"I've called the police and told them all of this, but I don't think they're going to much help. I think he took her in Veronica's car, because his was still there when I left. Logan's out trying to find them right now. Is there anything we can do?" Duncan asked, distraught.

Keith regained his focus, "Yes… yes, there is. Did you say you're on your way?"

"I'm here," he said, putting the car into park.

"Let me grab a few things, and I'll be down. We're going to find her," Keith assured Duncan and himself.

Logan was laying on the pavement of the Coronado bridge. He wasn't fairing too well, but was still clutching his phone.

"You killed Lilly!" Weevil screamed as he kicked Logan in the stomach.

Logan rolled over and spit some blood out of his mouth, "How many times do I have to tell you I didn't do it? It was my dad. You've got the wrong Echolls. The one who did kill Lilly is currently trying to kill Veronica." Weevil and his cohorts stopped beating him up for a moment, listening to him. "How would you like that on your conscience? Knowing that you not only helped Lilly's killer get away, but helped him kill Veronica, too?" Logan said, trying to reason with them.

"How do we know you're telling the truth?" Weevil asked, somewhat calmed.

Logan's brain was searching for something, anything that would prove his innocence and his truthfulness, when the answer came in a, "Oh God," emanating from his phone. His eyes widened as he pressed the phone to his ear, nearly crying out in relief at hearing Veronica's tiny voice.

"This is how you know I'm telling the truth," he said, pointing at the phone he couldn't bare to remove from his hearing distance.

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