AN: I know I should update my other VM fic, but after watching my VM DVDs the last few days this story has been calling out to me. So, here it is. Starts in the last few minutes of 'A Trip To The Dentist' as Logan tries to open the liquor cabinet. Enjoy.

Chapter One - Truth

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"You learned that from Lilly." Veronica smiled at the thought of her best friend.

"No, Lilly learned that from me!" Logan replied, the same infectious grin growing on his face all thanks to Lilly, as he open the air vent and pulls out a small gold key.

"It's almost endearing that I need a key to the liquor cabinet, don't you think?" Logan joked as he walks over to the cabinet and puts the key into the lock, he turns it but it doesn't open. He starts to jimmy the key and the lock clicks. He opens the cabinet and turns around to look at the petite blond kneeling on the bed in front of him.

"So, name your poison short round." He asks as he out a bottle of Jack for himself.

"Nothing strong." Veronica replies as she gets off the bed and moves towards the cabinet so she can see the menu so to speak.

"Yeah, I guess alcohol is not one of your favourite beverages, right?"

"Got it in one, but maybe some Jack will be good. Got any shot glasses?"

"Screw glasses; take a sip from the bottle. Go ahead Ronnie, live large." Logan unscrewed the bottle top and handed Veronica the bottle. Veronica looked at the bottle before bringing it to her lips and taking a small gulp. She shudders at the taste and hands it back.

"So, Jacks not your type?" Logan laughs. He pulls her to his side, takes her hand and pulls her back onto the bed. He places the bottle on the bedside table before Veronica pulls him down. She starts kissing at his neck as her hands pull of his coat. She starts laughing as his hands get caught in the sleeves. Once he finally gets the jacket off, he lies on the bed beside Veronica and kisses her forehead.

"Veronica, do you trust me?" Logan asks quietly.

"I already told you I did." She replies, propping herself up on one arm. "Why?" Veronica asks, her curiosity growing. 'Why is so serious all of a sudden?' she asks herself.

"I have something else to tell you," he replies, just as quietly as his question. "On the day that Lilly died, I…I left Tijuana in the morning and drove to Neptune. I knew she was seeing someone else and it was driving me crazy. I didn't even know if I was going to scream at her for treating me like dirt or beg her to take me back. Then I saw her at the carwash, I just parked across the street and watched her and this feeling came over me, you know, I don't know how to describe it, but I just knew it was over, so I sat in my car and wrote her a note, then I left it in her car with a shot glass that said 'I got baked in Ensenada', you know, cause she-"

"-collected shot glasses, I remember, she would've loved that." Veronica finishes his sentence for him, her grin returning. "Logan, why are you telling me this?"

"Because I want you to trust me, and with you still investigating the case, I felt it best to come clean. Veronica, I need you to trust me."

"I do Logan, thank you for telling me this." Veronica replies, pulling him down on her and kissing him. She places her hands around his neck and pulls him even closer, deepening the kiss. Once oxygen became an issue, Logan rolled onto his side and pulled Veronica onto his chest. As Veronica lays on his chest, listening to his heart beat, Logan, smiling contently, looks up at the fan in the ceiling and sees something glinting there. He follows a plastic white covering down the ceiling to the bookshelf where it seems to vanish behind it.

"Uh, Veronica, do you see that?" He asks, pointing to the shining object in the fan.

Veronica turns her head and glances up. She too sees the plastic covering and follows it down behind the bookshelf. "Logan, what is that?"

"I have no idea." Logan replied, standing up from the bed. He walks over to the bookcase and slides open the cabinet. He takes a step as he sees TV screens and a video recorder. He glances back at Veronica before stepping closer to the wall. He presses play and on the screens appears Veronica lying on the bed.

"Whoa." He whispers as he stumbles back towards the bed. By now, Veronica is standing beside him and looking at the video screens.

"Logan, what the hell is this about?" she asks, failing to keep the shock and anger from her voice.

"Veronica, I swear, I have no idea what is going on here. I don't usually come in here, unless I wanna escape my Dads anger. I had no idea these were even here till I spotted the, well, camera in the fan." Logan sits back on the bed and runs his hand through his hair. 'What the hell is going here?' he asks himself. Suddenly, he stands up and looks at Veronica.

"Hey, can we get out of here? For some reason, I feel even less safeness here than I did before." He asks, his face pleading with Veronica.

"Of course, we can go to my place. He still doesn't know about us." Veronica holds out her hand and Logan places his in it, interlocking their fingers in the process.

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AN: Ok, so there's chapter one. More to come? Only you can decide! Please review!