Chapter 12- "Rashard and Wallace Go to White Castle"

Veronica was sitting on his bed, poring over a newspaper, when Logan stepped out of the shower toweling his head.

"Hey," he greeted, wiggling his eyebrows.

"Look at this," ordered Veronica shoving the paper into his hands.

"Can I put on some pants first?" teased Logan.

"It's not anything I haven't seen before. Read".

Logan sighed and sat on the bed next to her, skimming the article. When he finished, he looked up at Veronica in shock, "Wallace committed a hit and run? That's like Bambi going Rambo on some hunters…"

"Wallace didn't do it. Rashard Rucker did. He and his manager/uncle are using my BFF as their scapegoat".

Logan whistled, "The things you miss when you skip school".

"That's another bone I have to pick with you…" started Veronica.

"Hmm. I can think of a much better use of the word bone," interrupted Logan reaching for her.

Veronica laughed and wrapped her arms around him, kissing him hard. After a few minutes she broke away, "Ok, ok. I have to go help Wallace. Cliff's meeting us at my dad's office".

Logan groaned and fell back onto his pillows, "Figures".

Veronica smiled and ran a finger down his chest, "What are you doing later?"

Logan grabbed her hand, "Rain check? I'm meeting Weevil".

"A phrase I never thought I'd hear from your mouth".

"Join the club. Apparently he's got some lead in my case".

Veronica bit her lip, "Logan, I'm sorry I haven't been more involved in your case, it's just…"

Logan silenced her, "After the shit that went down at River Styx, I want you to steer clear of my case. Seriously".

"If you and Weevil need help…"

"We'll let you know".

Veronica smiled and kissed him goodbye, "Good. See ya".

Veronica found Weevil and Logan at separate tables in the back of Java the Hut.

"Stealth really isn't your middle name, is it?" she muttered as she took Weevil's order.

"Nobody we're worried about would set foot in this joint," replied Weevil.

"I wouldn't be so sure of that. Bikers dig espresso," warned Veronica.

"Just listen to Weevil," whispered Logan.

Veronica tapped her foot waiting for Weevil to fill her in. When he finished discussing their plan, she was shaking her head.

"No freaking way. I'm not bugging a confessional".

"Veronica, I don't want you doing it either. But Weevs and I would botch it, you know we would".

"If by botch you mean fight your way into the church, taking out a few priests and old ladies in your rampage, you make a good point," commented Veronica.

Weevil sighed as Veronica tapped her finger against her lips, "Ok, but only video, no sound. And of course an agreement that you take full responsibility for the eternal damnation of my soul".

"Done," agreed Weevil as Logan smirked up at her.

"Lightening hasn't struck yet," mumbled Veronica as she left the church quickly, headed for her car.

Suddenly a hand grabbed her arm and swung her around. Danny Boyd stood there grinning.

"Veronica Mars. Long time no see".

"Let go of me," ordered Veronica attempting to pull her arm from his grasp.

"Hey now. I think you're a sweet girl. My brother just goes crazy sometimes".

"Seriously, get off," replied Veronica as her other arm searched through her bag for her taser.

"What are you doing here anyways? You Catholic? There might be a chance for us yet," leered Danny.

"Step off man," yelled Wallace, jumping out of Veronica's car.

Danny released Veronica's arm and backed away, "Just having some fun with an old friend".

Veronica ran and jumped in her car to join Wallace as Danny sauntered into the church.

"You ok, V?" asked Wallace, looking at her in concern.

"I've had better days," muttered Veronica as she pulled away from the curb.

Later that night, Veronica called Logan on the way back from Club Thin.

"Hey beautiful," he answered, "How'd it go?"

"I dunno what the worst part was, the fake confession I had with Father Fitzpatrick? Or perhaps Danny Boyd's leers as he bruised my arm…"

"What?" barked Logan, "When did you run into Danny? Are you ok?"

"I'm fine," sighed Veronica, "He was outside St. Mary's. Wallace was there and I had my taser. It just freaked me a little bit after last time".

"This is why I want you to stay away my case. The Fitzpatricks are dangerous".

"Fine by me," agreed Veronica.

"Are you headed home?"

"Yeah I just helped Wallace out with the Rashard thing and I'm beat".

"Date night tomorrow then?"

"I'll pencil you in," smirked Veronica.

Watching Weevil get off the bus, beaten and bruised, had been the beginning of the end for team Weegan. Logan felt a dark cloud hovering over his head for the rest of the school day.

He met up with Weevil later that evening to talk about what had happened.

"I'm out man, I'm sorry," began Weevil.

"That's it then? No explanation," frowned Logan.

"Thumper's in charge of the gang. They've been selling to the Fitzpatrick's for a long time now. They found out about us hanging together. I'm lucky to be alive…"

"Yeah and I'm sent to jail for life," muttered Logan, kicking at the ground.

"Look man, I can't help you. But Veronica…"

Logan glanced up angrily, "Veronica stays away from this. The Fitzpatrick's would kill her".

Weevil rubbed his head, "Work on the witness then. He's a Fitzpatrick puppet. I'm pretty sure now that Thumper killed Felix. You just need evidence".

Logan nodded and climbed into his car, waving to Weevil as he pulled away.

Veronica knocked on the door to Logan's suite, a box of pizza and a movie in her arms.

He opened it with a weird look on his face, "Veronica…"

"Hey you. Dinner and a movie? And then maybe some dessert?" she leaned in to kiss him and he pulled away.

As she stared at him with a question in her eyes, he ran his hands through his hair, "Veronica we need to talk".

Veronica set the boxes down on the table and crossed her arms over her chest, "What's going on?"

"I don't think we should see each other anymore," blurted Logan.

Veronica stiffened, "Pardon?"

Logan took a deep breath, "Look babe, I'll never be a one-woman kind of guy. You've always known that about me. And it's my senior year, I wanna have some fun…"

Veronica punched him in the gut and he doubled over in pain, "You're breaking up with me to have some fun? You jackass".

Logan gritted his teeth as he straightened, "We could still do stuff together, just without the exclusivity".

"I don't think so," replied Veronica, angry tears shimmering in her eyes, "You are unbelievable, you know that? And here I thought that I lo…Shit".

Veronica swiped her hand across her eyes as tears started to pour from them.

Logan's face filled with pain, "Veronica…"

"No!" yelled Veronica, pushing her way out of the suite, "Just stay away from me".

As the door slammed, Logan sunk onto the couch. Tears seeped from his eyes as he muttered to himself, "It'll keep her safe".

He picked up a file from the table and opened to a picture of a young blonde girl, "Hannah Griffith. God, you're no Veronica Mars".

AN: Ahh! Stop throwing tomatoes! I had to do it. But don't worry, just wait until Veronica finds out exactly who Logan is dating. She's too smart not to put two and two together. Hot make-up sex in the near-future? Methinks yes.