Disclaimer: I do not own Veronica Mars

Logan was having a quiet night as he watched Easy Rider, all while having a large glass of whisky. He had just gone dry and was trying to numb his cravings while he waited for Terrance to arrive. He constantly looked at the clock. He couldn't believe a dealer would be so late. He ignored it and continued to watch his movie. Right then he heard a knock. He quickly jumped up to answer it. Once he did, he was unsatisfied to see that reporter woman there. She didn't look like such a sleaze though, a lot more casual.

" I told you that I didn't have anything. " Logan stated as he left the doorway.

" I thought I'd give it one more try. " She said as she stepped inside.

" Well, in that case, we could be here for a while. "

" Why is it you won't give me anything? "

" Because I can't stand people like you. "

" People like me? "

" Reporters that go out of their way to exploit others. I hate it. "

" I don't exploit people. "

" I don't think I can believe that. "

" Look, I don't want to start a scandal. There's just someone out there who wants to know how you are. "

" Oh, and who would that be? "

" Someone that lost touch with you. Who wants to know about you. "

" Yeah. I get it. Who? "

" You tell me about yourself, and I'll tell you who. "

" And what exactly would this mystery person like to know? "

" They have questions. "

Logan laughed.

" Okay. Ask me something. "

" Why do you have an obsession with long sleeved shirts? "

" Weird question. I'm not obsessed with them. I just like them. That good enough?"

The reporter nodded.

" Do you still have any feelings Lily Kane? "

Logan's eyes widened. He was breathing heavily.

" What? "

" Do you still think about Lily Kane? "

" Why the fuck is that relevant! "

" Okay moving on. "

Logan rushed towards the woman.

" Are you stalking me? "

" No- "

" What's with the questions? "

" There what he told me to ask you. "

" Who? "

She kept silent.

" Who! "

" He told me not to tell you. "

Logan violently grabbed her arm.

" There is no he? Is there! Why the hell are you stalking me! "

" I'm not! "

Logan pulled the woman close to him. Breathing heavily in her face. She tried to push away. He wouldn't let her go. The moment became a serious struggle as she tried to get to the door. To this day, he doesn't know how she pushed out of his grasp. The force of the push shot her out of his arms. She started to fall the second she got away. Logan couldn't take his eyes away as her head bashed into the lock of the door. He couldn't believe the blood that came out of that small bit of her head. As her nearly lifeless body fell to the floor, Logan almost puked half of his guts out.

*****

Keith walked into his home. Letting the anger and worry disappear off of him, so he wouldn't scare the young child.

" Who was that? " Alicia asked.

" I've got a bit of a problem, Alicia. " Keith replied.

" What's up? "

" I can't tell you, but I need you and Darrell to leave. "

Alicia was almost offended.

" Why? "

" I don't have time to explain, but I will. Now please. "

" Okay. Fine. "

Alicia soon gathered her things. She was slightly offended, but she had to understand. How could you not? Keith had an odd job that way. Never knowing when he might be needed. Alicia and Darrell left. Keith had nothing to do except to wait for Weidman to come inside. He knew that there would be even more he needed known. Like what he just found out wasn't enough.

*****

Dick walked into his room. He was angry. He wanted his friend to let him in. He understood why it would be hard, but he didn't want Logan to feel ashamed, or that he was going to judge him. Either way, at this point he wasn't sure if their friendship was going to last. Chances are, that Logan would focus on things with Veronica. It wasn't like Dick didn't have anyone else. He could finally start growing his relationship with Mac. Wow, that sounded weird. Dick and Mac? Well, goes to show how life works. Unexpectedly.

*****

Terrance knocked on the door of the Neptune Grand. Logan opened it very fast. That didn't surprise Terrance he was pretty late. Logan didn't really let Terrance inside, he just sort of peeked his head out.

" Hey Echolls. "

" Terrance. "

Logan looked around the hallway, checking to see if anybody was around.

" What? "

" Get in here. "

Terrance walked into the room. He froze after seeing the lifeless body on the floor.

" Jesus. "

Logan walked to his living room table, taking the bottle of whisky that sat on it. He took a heavy swig.

" What the fuck happened? " Terrance asked after.

" She was some sort of stalker. It was an accident. "

" Accident? "

" I grabbed her. She tried to get away. When she did ... well, she flew into the door. "

Terrance took a deep breath.

" I know you can make shit disappear. " Logan stated.

Terrance shook his head.

" No. I aint' putting away a fucking body! "

" Quiet. " Logan said making a downward gesture with his hand, " I'll pay you. "

" I don't care. I aint' doing this shit. "

" Ten thousand dollars. "

Terrance's eyes widened. That was a good sum of money. Way more than he'd made up front before. He didn't want to do it, but he did like the sound of having more cash in his pocket. Who was he kidding, that deal was as good as taken.

*****

Veronica and Logan lay next to each other in his bed. She was still trying to muster up the energy to speak. He was patient; he let her process at her own pace. He could hear her lips pull apart, as she was about to say something.

" Was it really that hard? "

" What? "

" Was it that hard, living without me? "

" Yes. "

Veronica nearly cried. She hated hearing him admit that.

" I'm sorry. "

" It wasn't your fault. "

" I left you so quickly. "

" You didn't want to get hurt again. "

" That's not an excuse. "

" It's a good enough reason. "

Veronica turned to her side, to look at him.

" We should have tried harder. Maybe- "

" Don't ... Don't start thinking like that. "

Veronica fell onto her back again.

" Is that why you never had any relationships? Was it just easier to do what you did? "

" I suppose. "

" I want to tell you something. "

" What? "

" You're not going to like it. "

" Just tell me Veronica. "

" That boy I saw ... "

" Yeah. "

" It was Weevil. "

Logan was nearly sick. He hated that thought, Weevil and Veronica together.

" I didn't need to know that. "

" You have the right. "

" Doesn't mean I want to take it. "

" I just wanted you to know. "

" I'm going to sleep. "

" Okay. "

Logan turned the light on his night table off. Getting comfortable on his side of the bed. This was stupid. He wasn't going to sleep tonight. Why was he bothering? Whatever, he'll just lay there and see how it goes.

*****

Terrance walked through the parking lot of the Neptune grand. The reporter's, keys in his hand. There was nothing odd about this from the ordinary eye, a man walking through a parking lot with a suitcase. The only thing that was unordinary, or criminal, was the contents of the suitcase. Which is better left to common sense. He pointed the keys out towards the vehicles, pressing the automated open button. A car's lights soon flashed for a matter of seconds. Terrance now knew what car he was using. At that point, he finally, realized this was more than just supplying some drugs to a rich kid. This was finding it's way to blood.

*****

Keith rubbed his eyes, hard. He had just been informed of Logan Echolls unbelievable actions.

" Do have evidence? "

" We have a witness. He'd be willing to testify. "

" Who is he? "

" Terrance Lythanelle. "

Keith laughed.

" If he testifies he'll get his ass thrown right back into custody. "

" Believe me. That won't be a problem. "

Keith's eyes widened. He knew there was something unlawful going on, but he soon shrugged it off. Nothing could be worse than murder charges.

" What's your plan? "

" Our picture evidence of Echolls past should arrive shortly. Once we have that it will all kick off. "

" When do I get to take my daughter out of there? "

" Soon. "

Weidman could smell the worry off of Keith, as he knew he was thinking about his daughter.

" I'm sure he won't hurt her. "

Keith looked Weidman directly in the eye.

" Oh, that's all that I'm praying for. "

*****

The reporter's car pulled up close to where the bus crash happened. Terrance stepped out, leaving the keys in the ignition after he had turned the car off. Closing the door was the hardest part. Going back inside wasn't an option now; the only option left was to finish the job. Terrance let his hand slide down the whole side of the vehicle. Hating every second of what he was doing. Once at the back of the car, he pressed his sturdy hands against the area. He started to push. It was difficult, but only or a second. Soon, the whole automobile started to move towards the fall. That was the second hardest part, watching it do just that. As it fell into nothing but air, Terrance knew he couldn't take this back.

*****

Keith rifled through the pictures of the man his daughter was living with doing nothing but sickening things. For a moment he wanted to beat Logan, beat him senseless for thinking he was worthy of his daughter.

" You okay? " Weidman asked.

" Yeah. Just a little startled. " Keith replied.

" I can imagine. "

" I need to get my daughter away form there. "

" Once we report him, the police will get her out of there. "

Keith nodded. Not being able to wait for that to happen.

*****

Terrance was let inside Logan's room. Both of them stepped inside the living room.

" Is it done? " Logan asked.

" Yeah. They shouldn't find her. "

" Good. "

Terrance lied. There wasn't any chance that they would or would not find her. Hopefully they wouldn't, but if they did, there wasn't going to be anything but problems. Why did he lie? Money, that's the only reason he ever did anything.

*****

The phone rang loudly in Logan's apartment. He wasn't woken, for he was never sleeping. He quickly took the call, to make sure she wasn't disturbed. He soon got out of the bed and started walking away from the area as he put the phone to his ear.

" Hello? "

" Echolls! You got to go man! "

" What? "

" They know man! They know! "

" What do they know? "

" They know, they know about the reporter! "

" Who knows! "

" Fucking feds or something! "

Logan froze. He dropped the phone on the floor seconds later. Just standing in the center of his apartment, simply in awe. How the fuck could they know?