a/n: Thank you for so many follows and reviews! I hope you all continue to enjoy reading this as much as I enjoy writing it.

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Weevil Navarro is not what she is expecting. (Of course, she's starting to get that nothing in Neptune is as expected) He's got the biker tattoos and the leather jacket, but his eyes are actually kind and he has no hair. Like at all.

"Echolls," he greets with a manly bob of his head, and Logan nods (acting equally manly) back.

"Navarro."

Boys and their head bobbing techniques, Veronica thinks to herself, before she steps forward.

"My name is Veronica Mars, and I'm helping Logan figure out Lily Kane's murder."

"I thought it was solved," Weevil says, and Veronica shakes her head, a smile toying at her lips.

"But you don't really believe that do you?" Veronica asks, crossing her arms over her chest. She has a recorder on her, she figures that the notebook might make a bike leader more nervous, and she wants him to be comfortable if she can help it. Logan isn't helping the situation, he stands so close to her that she can feel his breath tickling the top of her head. Maybe she really is short, and maybe Logan is just a bit on the protective side.

Weevil smirks. "No, I don't," he admits.

"What the hell man?" Logan asks, his voice strangely hostile. "That's not what you said to me when I asked you two years ago."

"Yeah, but you're well…you."

"What is that supposed to mean?" Logan steps closer, and she can feel is body pressing against her's, and it's really quite an awkward feeling. Not to mention it's making her blush and—she steps away, holding up a hand to ward him off.

"Down boy," she tells Logan, who bristles, but falls silent anyways. "Where were you the day of the murder?"

"How is it any of your business?"

"Well," Veronica crosses her arms over her chest and steps closer. "It will determine if you get off the suspect list or not."

"I'm on the suspect list?"

"At this point, there's only two people not on the suspect list. Logan, and myself. So get talking biker boy."

"Fine. I was helping my Grandma fix a broken pipe at your house," Weevil nods at Logan, who bites his lip.

"I can't remember if we had a plumbing problem that day," he admits, and Veronica nods.

"We'll check into that. Now, I'm going to ask you a question that you actually have to answer, and Logan," she turns back to the other boy, "I want you to please not lose your temper."

"Are you asking him about if they were—"he begins but she nods before he can finish, and Logan fidgets for a moment, and she can see the struggle in those brown eyes of his.

"Go wait by the car for a couple minutes," Veronica suggests, "I'm not even sure if it's imperative to know."

Logan stalks off, and Weevil looks at Veronica curiously. "You make some weird company new girl."

"My name is Veronica. Learn it," she says, rolling her eyes. "Were you dating Lily Kane while she was dating Logan?"

"Why do you need to know that?"

"Because I'm trying to piece together Lily's last few days. Were you with her intimately in her last few hours?"

"It's really none of your business."

"You said you agreed with Logan, that there was something fishy about Lily's death. Do you want the true killer caught or not? I can see that Logan cares about Lily, the question is: do you?"

"Fine," Weevil sighs through his teeth, "To answer your question, we hadn't been banging—"

"Intimate."

"Whatever, for a week."

"Thank you for your cooperation," Veronica smiles at him and turns to head back towards Logan's car.

"Wait," Weevil takes a step forward and Veronica turns, curious. "Don't give up okay? That Echolls kid, I don't trust him, but anyone who's lookin' at the case with a straight eye knows there's something wrong."

"Don't worry," Veronica says, starting her trek back towards Logan's car. "I don't give up easily."

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Logan treats her to lunch at Artic Circle, and Veronica lapping her cookies and cream shake up eagerly. Logan watches her with barely contained disgust.

"You are an eating machine," Logan says, and Veronica scoops out a chunk of Oreo and flicks it at him. She originally intends for it to hit him in the cheek, but she misses and it whacks him right in the eye. Instead of apologizing (like she probably should) she starts to laugh, a horrible snorting laugh that really makes her sound horribly unattractive. Logan just looks at her, and then digs his own spoon into his shake and flicks it at her. He's a good aim and it hits her right in the nose, the sweet trails running off her nose and onto her shirt.

"Oh it's on Echolls," she says seriously, taking the biggest spoonful she can and lobbing at him. He just manages to dodge it and it instead sails over his head and hits an unsuspecting man in the back of the head.

"Shit," Logan swears, turning around to see who it's hit, "That's my sociology professor. Run for it Mars, just run."

The Professor seems to be in a stage of shock, and they use his momentary stillness as an opportunity to collect their lunch in their arms and make a run for the hills. They collapse in Logan's car, and now Logan's laughing and she's laughing as hard as she can.

She feels like she's known Logan forever, instead of the couple days since he's asked her for help in Lily's murder case. He's so easy to talk to , maybe a little secretive, but his personality lines up with her's perfectly. They both have pent up aggression, she can see that, but something about hanging out with him makes her cool down a little bit.

"You play dirty Ronica," Logan says, and she looks at him curiously.

"Ronica?"

"Well you don't like Ronnie, and it's not like I'm going to stop calling you that—but I need to have multiple nicknames in my arsenal."

"How about you call me Veronica for once?"

"Dick's right, Veronica is not exciting enough for you."

"I choose to take that as a compliment," Veronica decides, scooping the remains of her shake and popping it into her mouth. "So who else are we going to interview?"

"Madison Sinclair would be the only other person who could possibly know anything," Logan says, frowning. "But she's a bitch."

"Well, if she could know something, it can't hurt," Veronica says, "And then for right now, that's all the people we need to interrogate. We'll have to take another step after that."

"And what's that step?"

"I don't know yet," she shrugs, "I'll decide after we talk to Madison. Can you contact her?"

Logan looks disgruntled. "I suppose I can."

"What's between you two?" Veronica inquires, and Logan shudders.

"Let's just say I was really drunk one night and she...took advantage of me."

"So in short terms, you slept with her?" Veronica finishes her shake and sticks it in a cup holder.

"If you want to put it that way, yes."

"We all have our regrets," Veronica says, "She was Lily's best friend right?"

"Sure."

"Call her," she thought for a moment, and then added, "Does she go to Hearst?"

Logan shook his head, "She's not smart enough to get into college," he chuckles, "Or she's just to lazy to go."

"I have a backup plan then if she get's to grabby," Veronica says, but doesn't elaborate. "So don't worry. Call her."

Logan glares at her, but lifts the phone to his ear regardless. "Hey Madison," he says, and then mimes throwing up. Veronica giggles before she can stop herself, and then locks her eyes on the road as she shifts Logan's car into gear. She isn't sure when she started becoming the driver, but quite honestly it was easier for her this was. She usually didn't let people help her out on cases, and driving made her feel like she was in control. Not to mention, Logan's ride was sweet.

She tunes out of Logan's conversation until he starts giving her directions. She still isn't used to Neptune and the reckless teenagers who drive fancy expensive cars from the day they turn sixteen. Just driving away and trying to figure out this case as almost resulted her getting into several accidents, all by people younger than twenty-one. She doesn't know how someone could live here all the time.

Madison Sinclair is obviously thinking that Logan is coming here alone, because she asks them to meet her in a restaurant, and when Logan points her out, Madison is wearing your typical 'sexy girl' outfit. She elbows Logan in the side.

"Looks like someone wants to get into your pants tonight," she whispers, and Logan gags.

"What is your plan for getting her off my back?"

"Your Dad is an actor right?" she asks him, and at the mention of his Father something flashes behind his eyes.

"What, do you want me to get you his autograph or something?"

Veronica rolls her eyes. "No. I want you to utilize whatever acting talents you have inherited and follow my lead." She reaches over and takes his hand, pulling him after her as they approach Madison's table.

"Madison Sinclair right?" Veronica says in a bright annoying voice, "Lo-Lo says you used to be friends with Lily Kane!"

Madison's eyes flicker to their joined hands, and a sneer turns down her lips. "I was her best friend," she admits, and Veronica thinks her voice sounds like one of the hyenas from the Lion King.

"Oh her death must have been so hard for you," Veronica pulls out a chair and practically shoves Logan into the other one. "Lo-Lo told me you could answer some questions for me about her last days."

"Why do you want to know? And who are you anyways?" Madison sneers, and Veronica smiles.

"It's for a journalism project. And I'm Veronica, Logan's girlfriend!" Veronica wiggles a couple fingers at her.

"Oh, I didn't know you were dating anyone Logan," Madison says with a cruel note in her voice.

"We've been keeping it on the down low," Logan replies, his hand tightening on Veronica's like it's a reflex.

"This doesn't have anything to do with you trying to find out who really killed Lily right?" Madison asks for clarification, "Because I thought that you had given up on that."

Logan starts to say something, but Veronica cuts him off. "No, it's only for my journalism class. Can you please tell me everything you know?"

"It was the day of the Pep Club car wash," Madison shrugs, "Lily was supposed to be helping out, but she had to leave early for some 'appointment'. She told me she had a secret to tell, a really good one, but she died before she could say it. That's all. It's not like I knew where Lily was at all times," Madison rolls her eyes, "I doubt that's going to help you with your article."

Veronica bites at her lip. "That might help more than you know," she tells Madison honestly.

"Great to be of service," Madison looks annoyed, probably because she originally thought that Logan was here to hook up. "Well, if you excuse me—I got to go." And she stands up, sashaying from the restaurant, several men looking at her swinging ass as she goes. Logan is not one of them. He's looking at Veronica in amazement.

"What?" she asks defensively. "It made her leave quicker."

"If you wanted to be my girlfriend so badly, all you had to do was ask."

Veronica whacks him in the shoulder. "Oh shut up."

"Also…Lo-Lo?"

"Like I said, shut up."

"So what do we do from here?" he asks her.

"We find out what Lily's secret was," Veronica answers, her eyes far away.

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