A/N – Wow, thank you for all the reviews on that last part. I know it's a little bit confusing so far, but it should all get clearer as the story goes along.
V.
After placing the tracker on Jake's car, Veronica had found that she had nothing to do so she went back to her dad's office. It had been a strange day, and her friendship with Logan had only made it stranger. He was a puzzle that she couldn't work out. One moment he could say the meanest thing and the next the sweetest. She looked down at the cases in front of her for a distraction. Her dad had said that she shouldn't take on any new cases, but nothing about working on an old one. At the thought of her father, the phone rang.
"Good evening, Mars Investigations. How can we help you?"
"Veronica, how are you honey?"
"Okay, that is just freaky. I was just thinking about you?"
"Well, I guess that's flattering for a dad in some way, but why are you at the office?"
"Why did you ring the office?"
"Because I knew you couldn't help yourself. I may be a bit longer than I expected."
"Don't tell me my brave, smart dad lost the criminal."
"No, there's just some things I have to check out first."
"Okay, well keep in touch. I miss you."
"I miss you too, honey. And I wasn't joking about not taking any new cases."
"Don't worry, I won't."
"I love you, I'll see you soon."
"Love you too, Dad." They hung up and Veronica picked up the file in front of her. It was a simple case that would only take a couple of hours and she'd be home in time for Conan. She couldn't believe how dumb some husbands were to cheat on their wives.
"Looks like it's time for another trip to the Camelot."
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"So, that was Veronica. She must be pretty grown up by now," Charlie said as Keith put his phone away.
"More grown up than I'd like half the time."
"That's always the way it is. So what do you want to do first?" Keith started up the car and pulled out onto the road.
"I'd say we go to the restaurant you found your phone at, and have a look at the surveillance tape."
"Sounds like as good a place as any. What do you expect to find on the tape?"
"A reason why someone wanted me in Vegas, I guess."
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'The Camelot motel is well known in Neptune as a place for everything...debauched. That pathetic son of a bitch,' Veronica thought as she pulled up to the Camelot and saw Logan's car parked there. An anger rose in her that she didn't really want to try and understand.
'Logan has his choice of young nubile women. Who the hell could he be screwing that needs to be hidden? However, parking a very yellow and well known car in front of a motel is not really that smart.' Usually she would sit in her car and quietly wait and watch for whoever would come out of the hotel room.
"To hell with that," Veronica said as she hopped out of her car and marched over to Logan's. She didn't want to wait and find out which room Logan was staying in so she jiggled the driver's side car door handle. As expected the car alarm roared to life and Logan bounded out of the room above.
He caught sight of Veronica standing beside his car and pressed the button to disable the alarm. He saw the anger in her eyes and couldn't for the life of him figure out what he had done in the hour since he had left her.
"Veronica," he said as he walked up to her.
"Logan." They stood in silence trying to figure each other out. Veronica was the first one to break the silent standoff.
"So, when you said you had a party with friends, you meant friend. Who is she? Is she the wife of someone high up, or maybe it's a man. Did you go back to Mr. Young's? I mean you can never be sure these days." Logan just stood and stared at her.
"You are unbelievable, you know. What right have you to interfere with my life? I can see or screw anyone I want to...where I want to." Veronica turned on her heel and was about to storm back to her car.
"Veronica...wait." A pleading tone in his voice made her turn around. "Look, let's start this again. Hello, how are you? What are you doing out here?" Veronica glared at him disbelievingly.
"Logan, you can't be serious. I'm here for a case, and you're here for...actually I don't want to know."
"Do you think so little of me? What...I spend my day helping you and then go sow my wild oats at night. You want to see what I do at night, come on." He grabbed her hand and dragged her up to his open hotel room door.
"Really Logan. I don't want to see it. You know what...nothing you do really concerns me. I'll just hop back into my car and..." Veronica stopped mid-sentence as her eyes took in the room before her. There were pizza boxes and various other fast food containers strewn around the place. There was a bag of clothes and school books on the standard hotel room table. She looked up into Logan's eyes and saw the embarrassed expression on his face.
"Logan, are you living here?" He didn't say a word but it was evident by his body language that the answer was yes. Veronica walked into the hotel room and slung the bag of his clothes over her shoulder.
"Grab whatever else is yours. You're coming home with me." Logan stared dumbstruck into her eyes, but quickly reverted back to his normal sarcastic mode.
"I knew you couldn't resist the Logan charm. But we don't have to leave. I'm sure this room has seen its fair share of action." Veronica ignored him and pushed past him through the door, still with the bag over her shoulder.
"And I'm sure we could find evidence of that action clinging to those sheets. Get your stuff and do whatever you have to do to check out of this rat hole. I'll meet you at my place. I hope you like lasagna." Logan watched as she walked back to her car, threw his bag onto the back seat and drove off without a second glance back at him.
"Unbelievable," he said as he went into the bathroom to gather up what few items he had in there.
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