Tuesday at work, Veronica began a new project with the Innocence Lost task force. Working in coordination with a number of other groups they were targeting what seemed to be a rather large operation. She had been preparing to leave work to meet Logan at the airport when her phone rang. "Hey, shouldn't you be on the plane?" she asked.

"That's actually why I'm calling," Logan answered. "My flight was cancelled."

"That sucks," Veronica replied. After the tension they had before he left, she was looking forward to Logan getting back home. "Are you going to be able to catch another flight?"

"Yeah, but I am not sure when. It probably won't be until late, possibly even tomorrow morning."

"I guess I'll just see you whenever you get home then."

"Yeah. I'll call you when I know more, if it isn't too late," Logan added. "I love you."

"Love you too," Veronica replied.

Logan quietly let himself into the apartment. It was after two in the morning when he had finally made it home. He knew Veronica would be sound asleep. She would need to be awake in less than four hours for work. He gently set his suitcase inside the door to the bedroom and slipped his shoes from his feet.

He laughed as he noticed Taser asleep, not just on his side of the bed, but with his head on Logan's pillow. "Some guard dog you are. I could have been anybody," he said to Taser as he urged the dog to the floor. He removed his pants and sweater and crawled into bed.

Veronica woke partially to arms being wrapped around her from behind. "Mm, Logan," she murmured, "you're home." Logan kissed her cheek as he pulled her back to him a bit. "What time is it?"

"Almost 2:30," he replied. "Go back to sleep; I just missed you."

"Me too." Veronica said dozing back off. She took hold of his hand and pulled it toward her chest, so he was holding on to her more tightly. She would probably never tell Logan, but moving in with him had made it much harder for her to fall asleep alone.

"So we each got something in the mail while you were gone," Veronica said to Logan Wednesday night when she got home from work, and she and Logan finally had some time together. "I wonder if anyone noticed the similar address." She handed him an envelope.

Logan turned the envelope over in his hand. The return address read Neptune High School. "Is this what I think it is?"

"That would depend on what you think it is," Veronica replied sitting next to him on the couch. "If it is something that involves an extreme level of torture and endurance of pain and misery yes."

"Actually, I was thinking it was something that would allow us to show off our happiness and successful lives to the envy of everyone else," Logan said tearing the envelope open. "Ten year reunion," he said reading the invitation.

"Yep," Veronica replied. "You want to go don't you?"

"Of course I do. You don't?" Logan asked.

"Not particularly, no." Veronica stood up and walked toward the laundry room.

"Why not?" Logan asked genuinely surprised. He turned on the couch so he could face her.

"Do you even remotely remember what high school was like for me? You should since you played a fairly significant role in it." Veronica tone had turned from incredulous to something Logan couldn't quite identify. It wasn't anger but it was definitely in the family.

By the time he had opened his mouth to respond, she was already in the laundry room. He got up and followed her. She was in the process of feeding Taser and making sure he had enough water. "Veronica," Logan began. He didn't really know what to say, but he knew he needed to say something.

She was clearly intent on ignoring it though. "It's fine Logan," she said simply.

After she had filled Taser's dish and given the dog a scratch behind the ears as he began to eat, she turned to walk past Logan and out of the laundry room. "Veronica," he repeated. When she didn't look at him he stopped her with his hand on her arm. "We need to talk about this. I think we have ignored it long enough."

Veronica continued past him and back to the living room. However when she sat down on the couch again she turned to him and asked, "What do you want to say about it?"

Logan sat down next to her. "I'm sorry." It almost sounded like a question, and he knew it sounded weak.

"You've basically said that before Logan. It doesn't change what happened."

"I can't change what happened. I was stupid, and I'm sorry." He ran a hand through his hair. He wished more than anything he could remove all the pain he had caused her, but he couldn't.

Veronica could tell he was upset. She knew Logan was sorry about what had happened between them in high school, and she knew she wasn't making things any easier for him. Still, she was haunted by it as well. "I know you're sorry Logan. I wish I could just totally forget about it. I just can't seem to completely." She sighed. "Most of the time I don't even think about it, but then something like this brings it up," she gestured to the invitation while she was saying it.

"Is there anything I can do to make it better?" Logan took her hand, trying to make a connection.

Veronica ran her thumb over Logan's hand, now holding hers. "I guess if I understood it better." She did have a pretty solid grasp of what happened after Lilly died; it was the second time around that she found harder to deal with.

Logan was already explaining before she could specify though. "After Lilly died I misdirected my anger at myself and Lilly to you. I blamed you for me not being there to protect her." Veronica nodded. Logan could tell that wasn't what she was looking for. "That isn't a surprise to you, and it isn't what you wanted explained was it?"

"No. I know you were grieving. I guess it always has bothered me more what happened between us during senior year." What bothered her was how he had gone from loving her to hating her so quickly. She didn't know how to say that though.

"Are you kidding?" Logan asked. "That one is textbook." He took her other hand in his. "I was in love with you. Always." Veronica looked at him puzzled. "After you dumped me, I was completely heartbroken. All I wanted was to be with you, but instead I had to watch you with Duncan. It helped to be a jerk to you. At least then, I could hurt you a fraction of how much I was hurting." He finished his explanation, and Veronica wondered why that had never been clear to her. "I was such an ass," Logan added quietly.

"I'm sorry I hurt you," Veronica said. "And believe me, it hurt me a lot more than just a fraction of that. I loved you too."

Logan smiled at her slightly and leaned forward to kiss her. When they broke apart her pulled her against him and leaned back on the couch. "Can we please go to the reunion?" he asked.

"Why do you want to go so badly?" she asked.

"To show you off?" Logan asked. When Veronica looked at him and rolled her eyes, he said more seriously. "I'd like to show people I didn't end up destroying my life, and less selfishly, I'd like to see where everyone is now."

"Fine, we can go," Veronica conceded.

For Veronica, the best thing to come out of her and Logan's conversation before he had gone out of town was her ability to confide in him about things that were tough at work. This was clear one night a few weeks later when she came home from work.

Her task force had busted a fairly large child prostitution ring that day. Veronica had thought she could handle most anything thrown at her, but by the time she made it home from work, she had gone to the bathroom immediately and thrown up. "Are you okay?" Logan asked from the doorway. He came in and sat on the side of the bathtub, holding back her hair for her. "Are you sick?" he asked.

Veronica rocked back and sat leaning against the wall. "It's not like that," she explained. She placed her head in her hands. "I've been holding it in all day. I have never had a case make me so physically ill before."

Logan ran and hand over her head and sat down on the floor next to her. "Want to talk about it?" he asked.

Veronica thought for a moment. She reached over to pet Taser, who had joined them in the bathroom as well. "There was this prostitution ring in the area suspected of using children," she began. "We finally had enough information to bust it. It actually turned out that beyond just being a ring there was actually like a brothel." She was on a role and realized she wouldn't be able to stop until she had explained the whole thing. Logan was listening sympathetically. "Anyway, when we raided the building we found about twenty prostitutes, of those, nine were under eighteen."

Logan felt physically sick, as well, and couldn't bring himself to speak. Veronica continued anyway. "The others were all under twenty. One of the girls couldn't have even been twelve." Veronica finally ran out of steam in her explanation of the case. "When I was twelve my biggest concerns were which soccer team we were playing and if I could go to Lilly's house to sleep over," she added.

"I remember," Logan said as she collapsed against him; he was running his hand over her head still.

"How does that happen to children?" Veronica asked. "I just hate this part of the job."

"You helped though," Logan said comfortingly. "Those kids are going to have a better life now thanks to you."

"It'll never be the same as it would have been though," Veronica replied sadly.

Logan wrapped an arm around her. "You can't prevent all the bad things in the world. And, you do a lot of good." Veronica nodded slowly. "I love that you want to help so much," Logan added. He kissed her forehead. "Do you want dinner?"

"Not right now," she replied.

"I have an idea," Logan helped her to her feet and led her to the bedroom. He urged her down on the bed and lay down next to her rubbing his hand over her back. "Close your eyes and relax," he commanded. He kept running his hand over her back until she finally relaxed.

The end of June and the weekend of their high school reunion came faster than either Veronica or Logan had planned. Being as Mac and Kevin were also heading to Neptune for the event, they were short their usual dog sitters. Mike and Juliana had agreed to watch Tazer so they could still fly down and not have to worry.

Veronica had been on edge since she had gotten home from work Thursday. Logan hadn't really known what to think and had spent the trip to the airport and the flight down feeling like she was working really hard to pick a fight with him. First she was annoyed at the fact that he hadn't flagged down a cab quickly enough. There had been something about their seats on the plane, and another issue about his typing during the flight. Once they had the rental car, she was frustrated with the route he took away from the San Diego Airport.

By the time they reached Neptune, another issue had erupted. "I just want to know how she got your number?" Veronica asked as they got out of the car at Keith's.

"I told you I don't know," Logan replied pulling their suitcases from the trunk of the rental car. "Why does it matter?"

"It just does. So you're saying you haven't talked at all before this? Because you seemed pretty friendly and familiar on the phone."

They were standing on the front porch. Logan dropped his hands to his side in frustration. "No we haven't, not since college. How many times do I have to tell you that?"

"I just don't understand," Veronica snapped. "Why'd she call?"

"I told you. To see if I was coming to the reunion," Logan replied. "This is ridiculous. Veronica we've had this fight too many times. I don't want to explain this stuff anymore. Either you can trust me or you can't."

"Maybe I just can't then," Veronica said angrily. "At least not when it comes to Madison."

"Fine," Logan shouted. He grabbed his suitcase back off the porch and walked back toward the car.

"Where are you going?" Veronica asked.

"I'm not staying here if you feel that way about me." Logan threw his bag on the backseat and got into the driver's side of the car. Veronica had barely registered what happened when the car drove away.

"I thought I heard you out here." Keith was standing in the open doorway. "Where's Logan?"

"Gone," Veronica replied. She grabbed her suitcase and moved into the house.

Her father followed her. "What do you mean?" he asked. He took her suitcase from her.

"I'm pretty sure we just broke up," Veronica said.

Keith stared at his daughter in disbelief as she began to walk up the stairs toward the guest room. Following her, he asked, "What do you mean?"

"We had a fight."

"That's nothing new. You've been doing that for ten years." His attempt to lighten the mood was clearly failing. "I'm sorry honey. What makes you think you broke up, and it wasn't just a fight?"

"It just felt different." Veronica couldn't explain better. She sat down on the guest room bed. "Dad, can I just be alone for a bit?"

"Of course sweetie." Keith kissed her forehead and left the room.

Veronica fell back on the bed and ran her hands over her face.

Logan was so frustrated he couldn't even think what to do. He had spent twenty minutes driving aimlessly around Neptune before ending up in the dark parking lot at Dog Beach. He didn't know for sure what had happened between him and Veronica. Almost the entire flight from San Francisco, had been spent in some kind of fight. He had felt constantly attacked and like Veronica had been trying to pick a fight with him.

Just outside of Neptune that evening, his phone had rang. It had been Madison Sinclair. Everything he had told Veronica was true; he had no idea how Madison had gotten his phone number, and she had simply asked if he would be at the reunion. He hadn't said much and had gotten off the phone as quickly as he could without being rude.

He now wondered if he should have lied when Veronica asked who had called, but he knew that wouldn't have helped anything. She probably would have just looked into his phone records later, or it would have come up at the reunion. "Leave it to Madison to be the one to ruin this," he muttered to himself.

He knew deep down nobody could ruin his relationship with Veronica besides them. He probably should have stayed and talked things out more, but her not trusting him was a deal breaker. He had sworn he wouldn't go there again. He wouldn't stay in a relationship when he felt like he couldn't do anything right, even with Veronica. She had gotten a lot better about trust since the last time they had dated, but he was still not sure it was enough. Now with a direction in mind, Logan turned the car and began to drive again.

Veronica was back lying on the bed an hour later. She had taken a shower and cried until she couldn't anymore. Linda had knocked on the door shortly before Veronica's shower to ask if she wanted something to eat. Veronica had declined. Now there was a knock again "Mmhmm," Veronica replied sitting up slightly.

"Veronica dear, I brought you some food just in case you want something," Linda carried in a tray.

"Thanks Linda," Veronica sat the rest of the way up and accepted the tray of food.

"You're dad went to bed since he has to get up early for work tomorrow, but I was wondering if you wanted to talk," Linda said sweetly.

Veronica rested her chin in her hand and stared down at the mattress. Finally she began to speak. "I think I was trying to get into a fight with Logan. I know I was. I had been doing it all day. The whole trip was spent fighting."

"Why were you doing that?" Linda asked. "Do you want to break up with Logan?"

"No," Veronica said certainly. After a pause she added, "I think I'm just scared."

"Of what?" Linda asked. She was sitting on the edge of the bed next to Veronica.

"If I tell you something can you promise not to tell anyone, including my dad?" Veronica asked.

Linda nodded. "Yes. What is it?"

Veronica took a deep breath; the words seemed to be sticking in her throat. Finally, she just blurted them out. "I think I might be pregnant."