A/N – Just a bit of pwp to see if I can write anything that isn't work related these days. The characters you know and love aren't mine – but you knew that.

Chapter 11

Cuddled into one perfect unit…

Logan woke up, half his body cold, the other half pressed against delicious warmth. His smile was immediate and easy. Yesterday, he had been half empty inside, but had struggled to keep that knowledge away from his waking thoughts. Today, he was full, complete for the first time in a decade. He didn't know the whole story, he didn't care. He supposed they would talk more, supposed it is what normal couples would do. Screw normal, Logan thought, I am getting married today.

He leaned over and pressed a soft kiss on Veronica's forehead. She shifted in her sleep, stealing the rest of the covers off him. He resisted the urge to laugh. Logan's eyes flipped to the clock, 4AM. Early, he thought, but not too early. He eased himself gently out of bed. Chet lifted her big head and blinked at him. She stood, stretched, and jumped into the spot he just vacated. Turning around three times, the large dog settled down and immediately went back to sleep.

Logan discreetly investigated Veronica's medicine cabinet, stopping when he found what he was looking for, a spare toothbrush. Popping it out of the plastic, he chuckled, it was hot pink with a My Little Pony on it. He made quick work of cleaning up. The military had taught him to be efficient in his habits, and while he still valued his good looks, he no longer spent hours on his grooming. Peeking back in the bedroom, he saw Veronica was still asleep, her arm thrown across her dog.

He walked through the condo, checked what she had available in the pantry for breakfast, stuck his head inside her office, and then made his way to the last closed door. Opening it, he stepped into a smaller bedroom. Neatly stacked cardboard boxes were piled against the wall. A twin sized bed, a writing desk, and office chair were the only furniture. The blink of an indicator light drew his eyes to a computer on the desk, and Logan sat. He knew what he was about to do was an invasion of privacy. However, he justified it in his mind that he was not invading Veronica's privacy, but her loser ex-boyfriend. Something about Sandeep didn't sit right with him, beyond the fact that he was in Veronica's life at all. Another thing the military taught Logan, was know your enemy. He nudged the mouse and the monitor sprung to life.

A login screen appeared and Logan silently cursed under his breath. He examined the keys for a wear pattern and didn't immediately see one. He flipped the keyboard over. Smirking he pulled the sticky note off the bottom, a list of logins and passwords. Hitting enter the screen sprung to life, the background a picture of Anjali Kara, in a rather graphic one woman Karma Sutra pose. The internet icon was blinking on the bottom row, and Logan clicked it to life. His gut twisted as an image of a sleeping Veronica filled the screen. He could see his t-shirt at the foot of the bed, and the steady blink of the luminescent alarm clock. What the fuck? Logan turned off the feed and looked at the list of passwords and logins. Finding the interface for the site, he logged in quickly. He scanned the save history and was disgusted by what he found, stills and videos of Veronica for the last five years, all obviously done without her knowledge. He pulled out his phone and quickly dialed a number.

"Dude, unless you a bringing her the pre-release of the new HALO, you are so dead," a sleepy voiced Dick answered the phone.

"Dick, I need Mac. Please wake her up, this is an emergency. Oh, and I need you to figure out a way to get everyone to Vegas for the night. I will have a jet waiting at the airport, and take care of ground and hotel here." Logan rushed his words out.

"Bro, you have got to slow down, it's not even sunrise yet on a Saturday. Mac would have my balls if I woke her up. Why do you think I keep her phone on my side of the bed?

Logan could hear the sound of French doors opening, and gnashed his teeth. He didn't have time for Dick to play good husband. Dick couldn't see his face, and continued though. "And while I am always down for Vegas, about time you invited me out, what do you mean everyone, and why tonight?" Dick paused on the deck, taking in a deep breath of sea air. "And seriously, why am I getting the feeling this is the second time you woke me up tonight?"

Logan also took a deep breath, he reminded himself that he was the one needing favors and he had to stay calm. He wanted to go hunt down Sandeep and kill him with his bare hands, he shouldn't transfer that anger onto Dick. He started again, "Dick, I am throwing a surprise party for Ronnie tonight. Before you ask, yes, it is a surprise party, but she knows I am in town, so it is not that kind of surprise. When I say everyone, I mean everyone, you, Mac, Wallace, Weevs, Sherriff Mars and Alicia, Darryl, the fucking dogs, I mean everyone. You can't tell them why, because I don't trust everyone to not blow the surprise, so make something up. Tell the ones that like me we are going to party like it is 1999. Tell the ones that don't, well fuck, it's too early in the morning, tell them something to get them on the plane."

Dick laughed, his good nature letting him forgive Logan for waking him up so early. "A party, you should have started with that. Consider it done, but don't expect me to wake Mac up before the sun. Seriously bro, she will kill me." A cool hand snaked around his waist, and another plunked the phone from his hand.

"Baby, if you were worried about not waking me, you should have closed the door." Mac purred into his ear, before giving it a playful nip. She put the phone to her ear, "For realz, Logan, this better be good, it isn't even five yet, and I haven't had my coffee."

Logan gratefully gave Mac a brief rundown of what he had found on the computer, and secured her promise to help him engage in a scorched earth campaign against the owner of the account. She took the login information down, explained how to remove the hard drive, and promised him an update when they saw him tonight.

Logan went back to the bedroom, and searched for the webcam in the low light. It was small and hidden among the ornate carving of the dresser mirror. He crushed it between his fingers and went back out of the room.

Logan poured a glass of milk from the fridge and started making a list. He had a lot of things to do. He was getting married today.