Disclaimer: Oh Pah-lease (that was supposed to be read in a Full House voice).

Hello to everyone, how was your week? Mine was a disaster. Until, of course, I read all the wonderful reviewes you guys left me. I'm am forever grateful for you all, and for my Beta Reader wildhorses's for basically putting up with me. I'm glad you like my creative ways to getting to REVIEW(!) but I fear the day where I run out of those are near.

Say, how was the Buffy snake? I haven't talked to him in ages! That old foogey...

By the way, anonymus reviewes are now "enabled". I'm sorry about that, I didn't even know those were disabled until tchele wrote it tome.I was all "Whaaaaa?"Talk about embarassing...

Ahem... um... still a little awkward... say... doesn't Veronica Mars rock? Season 2 is finally approaching! Stay spoiler free, people! Peace out!

Anyway, I hope you like this chapter, my sweets.

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The patrol car caught them both by surprise. Although, truthfully, Logan was pretty happy to see it arrive. What with being spread out across the pavement and being kicked repeatedly by Weevil, a little intervention - even if it was by the cops - was a good thing. Even his masochism had limits.

They stood up, Logan with a slight limp.

"Hey," Deputy Leo called as he stepped out of the car, "what the hell's going on here?"

Logan and Weevil exchanged looks and tried to stay out of the light so that their bruises wouldn't be so evident. Neither of them needed any more trouble with the police.

"Eli was just offering me a ride home." Logan murmured brightly.

"Yeah," Weevil confirmed and raised his chest a little, "he's too drunk to drive, it could be dangerous, and I wouldn't want to be responsible for something happening to my 'pal' here"

Leo nodded skeptically, "That's very considerate of you," he sneered before suddenly realizing who they were. "Hey, aren't you the guy who broke into the Kane's house?"

Weevil shrugged in response.

"And you," Leo turned to Logan, "you're drunk in public? Again?"

Logan frowned, "Do I know you?"

"So can we go?" Weevil asked impatiently, blatantly ignoring the widely known fact that when speaking to a cop, one should kiss major ass.

Leo, a little bitter with both of them (especially Weevil, whom he assumed was the one Veronica had dumped him for), seemed to consider it, "I think maybe I should take you in. Maybe it'll teach you to…" he was interrupted by the radio in his car, "Hang on."

He went back to the car and answered it. Logan and Weevil stood in icy silence, sending hateful glares at each other while hearing bits of the conversation. It seemed all officers available (6 out of 10) were being called to some location, as soon as possible.

Leo climbed out again and said, "This is probably you're lucky night."

"Knew I should've bought that lottery ticket," Logan snarked.

Leo looked at him intently. Maybe this was actually the asshole Veronica had dumped him for, it was hard to tell, they were both complete screw-ups. "I might come by tomorrow to have a little chat with you about underaged drinking."

Logan chuckled, "Should I have the tea ready?"

"More of a coffee person, thanks" Leo said good heartedly (The kid's been through some crap but he has to learn. Plus, what does he have that I don't?), "What's your name again?"

"Oliver Twist," Logan sneered.

Leo raised his eyebrows disapprovingly, "Good night Oliver, Eli."

As he drove away, Logan murmured: "I really didn't kill her," he was a lot less drunk now, "I loved her more than anything."

Weevil felt sorry for him despite himself, because, after all, there was pathetic, and there was pathetic. "We'll see about that," he said before climbing onto his bike and disappearing into the night.

Logan could feel the tears welling up again. He held them in until he was safely seated in his car and only then did he finally let himself cry for everything that had happened that day.

He didn't know how much time had passed. Suddenly, his phone rang.

"Logan," he heard Duncan's exhausted voice, "I think you should come to the hospital."

"What?" he was confused, "What happened?"

"Just get here," Duncan snapped and hung up.

Oh. What. Ever.

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Hey, would you like a REVIEW with that cop of coffee? No? What the hell? What kind of weirdos are you? Don't you know that it's a tradition to have some REVIEW with your coffee? It's been done since the Dark Ages! Oh, you will have some? Great! I'll put it on your bill! Well, of course it's not free. There's no such thing as a free REVIEW, you know... (ok, not my best, but go with it).