A/N: Sorry for how long it took me to update. I'll try updating sooner next time, though I can't promise anything. Thank you for reviewing, I was so happy to read what you had to say. Please remember, English is not my native language, I apologise for any mistakes. Enjoy this chapter!

Veronica opened the door to her apartment, running a hand through her hair, just to make sure she doesn't look horrid. On the other side stood Logan, smiling at her.

"Come on in." she invited him. He did as he was told.

"Our usual place?" he asked with a wink, motioning to the couch.

"Sure, why not." Her tone was flat, and rather emotionless. The tape recorder was already on the coffee table, ready for recording. Veronica grabbed her cup of coffee from the kitchen counter, and finished it with one gulp, and then settled the cup back on the counter. "You ready?" she asked as she set down next to him on the couch.

"You look tired."

"I do?" she asked, and paused. "Okay, then…" she paused for another moment, a slight frown on her face. It only lasted a moment, and then she returned to her semi-perky self and added brightly. "So, ready?"

He gave her a disapproving look. "Why are you so tired?"

"I was working late yesterday, can we get on with this interview?"

"Why working late?"

"I have a deadline here…"

"Veronica, seriously."

"I had to catch up, alright? Despite what you may think, the fact you are being interviewed by me doesn't mean I don't have anything else to work on."

He had the decency to look sheepish. The guiltiness was gone in a flash though. "Can't handle the pressure, Veronica?"

"I'm handling it just fine."

"Yeah, you look fine." He said. Veronica was amazed how his voice could be both mocking and have so much sexual innuendo to it.

"Well, maybe if I'll put on my soccer uniform I'd look better in your eyes." She replied. Logan lost the smirk. "Now, down to business. The interview?"

"Go ahead." Veronica turned the recorder on, and started shooting questions. As the interview progressed, she couldn't help but notice she was feeling comfortable with Logan, despite their earlier banter. He seemed to be comfortable too.

Around two in the afternoon, Veronica's cell started ringing.

"Veronica Mars." She answered. "Yeah… Really? That's great! Uh-huh… Well, could I see them? Yes… C'mon, Mitch… Hey, you owe me. Now I know you can get me to see them if you actually tried… I know, something is really not Kosher in that story… yeah, that's what my gut tells me, too… Awesome! You are the man, Mitch! I'll swing by later… okay…. Yeah, the usual spot…Okay, but I'll have someone with me… yeah, sure. See ya." She hung up.

"What was that all about?"

"I got the autopsy results back on that suicide. Mitch, he's a policeman in NYPD, said he'll get me a copy of them, I'll be able to see what's going on."

"You are the biggest snoop ever. The kid killed himself."

"With no reason, and no excuse. I'm going to find out why. And you are coming with me."

"I am?"

"I have to go see Mitch, in about twenty minutes, and I need you to come along, 'cause there is no way I'm letting you stay here alone. Didn't we establish that yesterday?"

"I guess we did."

"Good. Now grab your stuff, I wanna be there as soon as possible."

"Hey Mitch." Veronica greeted the police officer.

"Veronica, and company." He offered his hand to Logan. "How you doing."

"Just fine." Replied Logan and shook the guy's hand.

"Mitch… as soon as possible would be good" urged Veronica. Mitch rolled his eyes but handed her the manila folder.

"Everything's in there, Veronica."

Veronica smiled brightly. "Thank you." She said sincerely.

"You're welcome. Now we're even."

"Sure. For now." She grinned. Mitch shook his head.

"Take care of yourself Mars."

"I'll see ya around." She replied. Mitch walked away, and was swallowed in the sea of people walking in the busy New York street. Veronica and Logan were sitting on the top of the stairs in the Lincoln Center, right next to the Julliard building. Veronica stuffed the manila file into her black side-bag.

"Aren't you going to see what's inside it?" he asked teasingly.

"I'd rather wait." She replied. Then sighed with joy. "It's a beautiful day."

"Yeah, it is." He replied. They both looked up to the cloudless sky. "Feel like walking home?"

"Walking? But what about crazy fans?"

"You aren't wearing high heels today." He replied, looking at her black boots. "We'll be fine."

"Right. Well, off we go, then." They both got up. She brushed her dark blue jeans, and skipped down the stairs. Logan smirked. He set on the railing and sled down, and finally planted his feet on the ground firmly. Veronica rolled her eyes at his behavior, but she was smiling.

They started walking their way to Veronica's apartment building. After a short while, they were stopped as a young girl, around the age of fourteen, approached Logan.

"Are you Logan Echolls?" she asked nervously and excitedly.

Logan smiled at her. "Yes, I am."

She smiled and readjusted her glasses. "I just wanted to say that I think you're an amazing actor. I loved "combustion", I thought you were really good in it."

Logan smiled. "You like horror movies?" She blushed and nodded.

"Could I… Could I get an autograph?" she asked.

"Sure." He answered. "You got a pen and paper?"

"I do" Veronica said, and handed the required objects to Logan. The moment he grabbed them, and her hands were free, she pulled out her camera.

"What's your name?" he asked.

"Annabel."

Logan scribbled something on the piece of paper. Veronica started shooting pictures as fast as she could. Logan handed the paper to Annabel. "There you go."

"Thank you" she cried out excitedly.

"You're welcome."

She stood there for a moment. "I'm gonna go now."

"Okay." He replied with a chuckle. Annabel turned and walked away. Veronica replaced the cap on the camera's lens and put it in her bag.

"Now that's how a fan should be. Talkative and not… crazy." Veronica laughed at his words. He grinned back.

"Oh, Chloe was very talkative." She teased, and then opted her Betty-voice. "I'm like, your biggest fan"

"Shut up."

"Biggest fan…" she snorted. "More like most big-breasted fan. What was she, a D?"

"I can tell you from my professional point of view of, she was no larger than a C."

Veronica smiled despite of herself. "C'mon, let's head back.". They kept on walking and chatting.

"Feel like lunch?" he asked. It was past 2:30, and they were both feeling hungry.

"Sure. What do you feel like?"

"Subway." He replied as he spotted a store across the street. They entered the store, and got out with Veronica's Sweet Onion Chicken Teriyaki sandwich, and Logan's Honey Mustered Ham.

The two resumed walking, munching on their sandwiches. Soon they were back in Veronica's house. They kept the interview going.

"If you could live anywhere else in the world, where would you want to live?". Veronica was currently reading the questions from her notes. She found this "Logan Echolls Forum" and in it a whole conversation about "If you could ask Logan Echolls three questions, what would they be?". So, she figured in order to make a few of his fans happy, and reach the ridiculously large word limit, she'd use some of the questions.

"Italy. Great weather, great food, great girls." He winked and smirked.

"What would you never buy?"

"A motorcycle. I have some really bad memories associated with bikes." Veronica raised an eyebrow and he chuckled.

"What is your most emotionally valuable possession?"

"Uh, this necklace-" as he talked he reached to the collar of his maroon t-shirt and made so that the necklace was visible. "That I got from Lilly and her best friend, for my 13th birthday. I hardly ever takeit off. Even when I'm shooting a movie and stuff like that, I don't take it off unless I have no other choice."

"Which of the awards that you have won in your whole life is you favorite?" Logan raised his eyebrows, and Veronica just shrugged in response.

"I guess… when I won Class Clown. High school Prom… what a night." Veronica smiled softly. She didn't know that Logan had won class clown. She didn't go to Prom.

The interview went on smoothly. Soon it was 10:45 PM, and Veronica was finishing the interview.

"One last thing: Is there anything you'd like to say to your fans?"

"I want my fans to know that they are the best. They are the reason I work so hard, and they will forever be the best perk of being a celebrity. You guys are awesome!" He paused for a moment. "That's it? Are we done?"

"Yeah, we're done." Veronica replied, and was slightly surprised to realize that she was disappointed. She reached out and turned off the tape recorder. She and Logan set on her couch for a moment, both feeling slightly awkward. Suddenly they both stood up. Logan grabbed his brown jacket and put it on.

"So-" he started.

"Yeah."

"I guess I'll… see ya around" Veronica nodded in reply. They stood there for yet another moment, simply staring at each other. Then, suddenly, Logan leaned in and pressed a kiss to Veronica's lips.

It was a brief kiss; both of his lips captured her lower one for a fleeting moment, before he pulled back, straightening to his full height. Veronica stared at his for a moment, her expression unreadable. She had an odd Deja-Vu feeling, and she knew why.

"Logan-"

"No, don't… say anything, alright?" She opened her mouth again but he interrupted. "Look, Veronica. I haven't seen you in ten years. A hand-shake just isn't gonna cut it." Veronica paused for a moment before nodding, accepting his reasoning. He sighed, and smiled softly at her.

"I guess this is goodbye."

"I guess it is." Logan took a moment to look at Veronica, her dark jeans clinging to her legs and hips so tightly, her pink shirt reviling an inch of her midriff and just a bit of her collarbone. She was as beautiful as ever.

Logan turned and walked to the door, and Veronica followed. Logan opened the door and stepped outside. "G'night." He said.

Veronica leaned against the open door, her hand still on the handle. "Good night." She paused for a second before closing the door gently in his face. Logan stood outside her apartment, staring at the door, and longing for what is on the other side. Then he turned on his heels, walked down the stairs and out of the building.

Veronica, on the other hand, simply bit her lower lip, pondering if she had done the right thing, simply letting him leave like that. She knew she was wrong, because her heart ached at the thought of not seeing him again.