A/N – Here's the next part for everyone. And to everyone that's asked there is some L/V coming up soon!

XI.

"And so I just realized who was infantile enough to play stupid pranks. I came up with two options. High school guys, or guys in a secret society. And what do you know, the Tritons encompass both of my options," Veronica said. She, Logan and Wallace were sitting in her lounge sharing a bowl of Doritos.

"I still can't believe that I've never heard of the Tritons. And more importantly why wasn't I asked to be one," Logan said as he shoved a chip in his mouth.

"Well, you said it yourself. You have both brains and beauty. Must have been too much of a threat for them," Veronica replied sarcastically.

"Oh, she wounds me. But what were the pranks for? I thought you said they did stupid things for their initiation. That was a while ago, though." As Logan spoke, Veronica got up to get a glass of water.

"Well, I just rang their former leader at MIT and he quite willingly informed me that this was another lovely tradition of choosing their new leader." Logan gave her a conspiring look.

"And how, pray ask did the fair Miss. Mars get him to willingly give that information?" Veronica shrugged her shoulders.

"My winning charm and personality, of course."

"She blackmailed him with some supposed photos and police charges," Wallace informed Logan around a mouthful of Doritos. Logan laughed.

"Of course...But do you think the Triton pranks are to blame for the photographs?" Logan waited while Veronica processed the question. She sat back down and sighed.

"I don't know. I don't think so. I mean the Triton's were doing stereotypical pranks. I mean, the cars, Madison's hair...actually I quite liked that one...but these photos require a lot of work and thought. I mean I won't totally cross it out, but I think the possibility is slim." Logan nodded and Wallace's phone chirped from his pocket.

"Hi, Mom," Wallace gave a look to Veronica and smiled.

"Yes, I'm just heading to the grocery store now...I remembered don't worry."

"You too. Bye." Wallace put the phone back in his pocket and stood up.

"Well, I'd better go. My mom and the flu really don't mix. I'll see you tomorrow and don't do anything stupid. Logan, good seeing you man."

"Yeah, you too." Veronica looked in surprised at the two guys actually speaking civil to each other. As Wallace closed the door behind him, Logan turned to her.

"You can close your mouth now, Pippi. I just figured that Wallace isn't such a bad guy."

"Oh, teach me, enlightened one," Veronica smiled, "...but don't think I haven't forgotten about your Fight Club moment with Duncan before. Are you going to tell me about it?" Logan got up and stood against the kitchen counter.

"Actually, I think that would be a no."

"Logan." Veronica went and stood opposite him.

"Veronica...not now okay."

"It's good to get things out." Logan looked at her with a smirk.

"Yeah, and I'm sure that you live by that rule too. Look, it's between me and Duncan and let's just leave it at that." Veronica looked at him skeptically.

"Why don't I believe that?" Logan gave her a knowing smile.

"You can believe what you want." They stared at each other for a few moments before Veronica ripped her eyes away and turned to head towards her room. Logan's eyes followed her.

"Well, since it looks like we're not having a deep and meaningful, let me just get..." Her voice trailed off when she entered her room.

"Veronica..." Logan leaned forward a little and looked into her room. He could see her not moving a muscle looking at something to the left of her.

"Veronica..." He said again as headed towards her with a worried look on his face.

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He'd been careful to not be seen when he had left Veronica's apartment. A wave of excitement ran through him at the thought of nearly being caught. But it would all be worth it.

He looked at this watch. She would definitely have found them by now. He knew that she would be more bothered by the fact that someone had gotten into her home than what he actually had done, and he loved it.

"Bitch," he muttered to himself.

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"Veron..." Logan looked at her and then at the pictures pasted all over the walls of her bedroom. There were probably twenty of them and they all had Veronica's face pasted on various porn stars bodies. Veronica gathered herself together and walked over and began talking the pictures down.

"Well, I guess my secret's out. Whatever pays the bills, hey. I've been trying to get my purity test score to single digits you see..."

"Hey..." Veronica felt Logan's hand reach hers, take the photos and drop them on to the floor. He then turned her and engulfed her in a comforting hug.

Normally, Veronica would shy away from such close physical contact, but the thought of her privacy being invaded was too much to cope with.

Logan stroked her hair as he thought of something to say. He let go of her and led them both over to the bed to sit down.

"Ironic, isn't it. A private investigator upset over an invasion of privacy. How poetic," Veronica said as she mustered up a smile.

"Hey, I'd be freaked out too. It's only natural. Plus, on top of the photo this morning, I'd say you have every reason to be upset." Logan stopped and waited until Veronica got her thoughts together. He could pinpoint the exact moment her investigative instinct kicked in.

"The list of suspects has got to be pretty short though. There aren't many people Backup would allow to break in without at least taking an arm."

"Cheery thought," Logan said as he watched Veronica get up and leave the room. She quickly came back with what looked like a paper shredder.

"Could you do me a favor?" She asked as she put the shredder down and started feeding the photographs into it.

"Anything," Logan replied without a moment's hesitation.

"Don't tell anyone about this. Especially my dad." Logan sighed.

"Are you sure about this, Veronica? This guy broke into your home. What if he decides to step up his game?" Veronica pretended to ignore his concerns. She looked straight into his eyes and pleaded.

"Promise?" Logan hung his head and closed his eyes.

"Cross my heart and hope to not be killed by Keith Mars."

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