I don't quite know what I thought of donut run. I LOVED the plot, don't get me wrong, the end when lamb figured some things out –wink- was AWESOME. And I really kinda noticed how pretty he is... anyway, DOES THIS MEAN THAT TEDDY DUNN IS OFF THE CAST? That'd be awesome. –gets clobbered by many Duncan fans- So... I guess I'll be less harsh on the D man than I planned. Just because of Donut Run. And no worries... I think it'll be LoVely... –winky winky-

Soooo, here's chapter 4. THANK YOU SO MUCH for the reviews, you guys REALLY ROCK. In CAPITALS. Keep them coming!

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NEED A BREAK CH 4

Start the Commotion

Veronica awoke the next morning to the sound of her father coming back into the apartment. She could tell he was trying to be quiet, but decided to get up and greet him anyway. She'd had her fill of being alone.

"Hey honey," Keith greeted when he saw her walk down the hallway. "I didn't mean to wake you."

"It's ok. I wasn't doing such a bang up job of sleeping, actually. Do you need help with anything?" She looked over at the clock and saw that it was almost six, and figured that going back to sleep would be useless.

"No, it's fine... are you up for good now, then?" He asked, noting her glance at the clock.

"Yeah," Veronica sighed and sat down on the couch lazily.

"I was hoping I could talk to you for a minute." He sat down on the far end of the couch and faced her with his elbows on his knees. Veronica just nodded and laid her head down on the back of the couch. "I'm guessing you heard that the lead they had on Duncan was a dead-end?"

Veronica nodded; the news had been all over it the previous night. His family's boat was just over the boarded and hadn't responded to warnings from the Coast Guard. When they boarded, there were dirty diapers and empty soda cans, but no Duncan and no 'Faith'.

"Well, I have a buddy that I told me a few things... the FBI's involved." Keith was judging his daughter's reactions, but continued. "Duncan called Logan from upstate California at about two this morning... Now Veronica, I need you to tell me if you know anything about what Duncan's doing."

Veronica lifted her head up and stared at her father with her jaw slightly dropped. "What?" Keith looked away to the coffee table and Veronica's temper raised. "You think that I'm helping him? He broke up with me- rather viciously, I might add, and then ran off."

"That's the truth?" Veronica set her jaw and glared hard at her father. "That's what I wanted to hear." He stood up and walked toward the kitchen. "As long as it's the truth."

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Mrs. Dunn's class was difficult to sit through without falling asleep on a normal day. Add a minor crisis, a sleepless night, and a nagging intuition that something was wrong... and it was utterly useless. The ninety-minute class passed like an entire school day, even with Wallace there again to keep her company.

He was pretty much silent anyway. Rumors were flying, a slight under current to Duncan's, of course, and he had been informed that he was on 'academic-probation', so he had to pay extra attention in class.

Once the bell rang, Wallace poked a bit of fun at her for being so hazy, and the two of them separated for the last class of the day. Half way to her history room, her cell vibrated in her back pocket, indicating that someone had sent her a text message.

"I got a bone to pick w/ U." It was from Logan's cell. She shook her head and stuffed the phone back in her pocket.

"Hey, Woman," Veronica stopped and sighed with a grin.

"I prefer 'Your Majesty', 'Highness' or 'Lady Savior'." She said as she turned and approached Weevil.

"I apologize- won't happen again. Now, permission to speak freely?" He joked back.

"Granted," she answered with a short nod and a smirk.

"I was wondering if you could do me a favor,"

"Ooh- interesting turn of the table."

"Something like that. What kind of information can you get me on the Fitzpatrick's?"

The name alone made the hairs on the back of her neck stand up, and she frowned. "So now you decide to listen to me. Which one'a your cronies slipped up?"

"That's not important." He was certainly good at being unreadable when he wanted to be. "Can you do anything for me?"

Veronica pursed her lips and shrugged. "The Fitzpatrick's really kind of have it in for me... bad." She shook her head with an apologetic look in her eyes. "It's not gonna happen."

"Oh come on, V-"

"'Lady Savior'," She corrected

"I'm not calling you that." She cocked her head to the side and smiled at him. "What could you have possibly done to get those freaks so mad at you?"

She looked off behind him where Logan was walking quickly across the hall. "I... asked all the wrong questions."

"You? No way." Weevil gave her a smirk and turned to walk away.

"Maybe the next favor!" She called after him before making her way to the room.

Before the late bell rang, her cell vibrated again and she pulled it out from her bag.

"I always knew you were a vibrating kind of girl," Dick commented lowly from behind her, and she only turned and glared at him for a moment.

She looked at the display for a long time before shaking her head and putting it away, thinking about the message from an unknown number.

"9".

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So this could be described as 'slow', but it's all about the text messaging, people.

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