I know this has been a little delayed. Again, maybe with some more reviews, I will feel more compelled to write something. Haha, its okay, I just haven't had time to write, but here is the next chapter.

Disclaimer: The CW undeservingly owns all of this, except the story that I will tell.

Redemption

Room Service and Lip Service

Aaron racked his brain on what to do in such a situation. This wasn't like last time. He couldn't just run away. This time, the dead were in his room, and the police could track him down easily. Looking down at the bodies and back up, Aaron tried to find something to conceal the bodies. He saw the comforter and sheets and knew that was his best bet. Then he remembered something that he had seen once on a TV show.

Aaron walked over to the telephone, picked it up and dialed 007.

"Hello, room service?" The hotel employee answered on the other side.

"Yes, this is the Penthouse, I was wondering if you just bring up a cup of coffee ASAP."

"Sure thing, We will be right up."

Aaron hung up the phone. He had that strange feeling that somebody else was going to die that night. The question was…who?

Veronica unbuttoned Logan's shirt and took it off. Logan's mind was racing. An hour ago, they weren't talking. They had that uncomfortable moment with each other at his place after Veronica caught him with Kendall. That wasn't his best of moments. And since then, they hadn't really talked to each other, choosing denial as the best option. But now, she was in his bed, taking off his clothes. They were finally going to do what he had wanted to do with her for more than a year.

But it just didn't feel right.

"Wait." He said, separating from Veronica

"What's wrong?" Veronica asked, looking up into his eyes.

"This isn't right. You are drunk. I don't want this like…this."

Veronica started to get up, feeling rejected, but Logan grabbed her arm.

"Don't take this the wrong way Veronica; I just have a lot on my mind."

"So let me get this straight Logan. You give me something to drink. You kiss me, and now you are rejecting me? I just don't get it." Veronica said with tears starting to stream down her cheeks.

"Veronica wait…"

"NO, I knew this was stupid."

With that Veronica got up and walked away towards the door. She tripped over her shoelaces and fell for a second.

"You okay?"

"I'm fine you ass."

Veronica got back up and walked towards the door and outside. After slamming the door shut, Veronica walked outside. She pressed the elevator down button and almost stepped in when she saw somebody she didn't want to see standing there already. Aaron Echolls

"Going down Veronica?" He said menacingly

"N.nnnn.nnnooo" She stumbled as Aaron shut the door before she had a time to answer. There was something going on there with him, but she couldn't tell it. The room service boy she saw in the elevator was sweating pretty heavy. And what were those huge things underneath the rolling table, wrapped in what looked like bed sheets? She didn't know, but Aaron definitely had something to eat with ketchup as there was red all over the table cloth. Or so she thought.

"That was close kid."

"Yeeeesss Mr. Echolls" the boy answered back nervously.

"What's the matter?" Aaron asked, mocking the boy

"The gun."

"You don't like having a gun pointed at you, is that what it is?"

"Yessir." He answered, trembling slightly.

"Well do what I ask and we won't have a problem."

The elevator opened, and the two stepped out into the parking lot. Aaron looked around for something to drive. He needed something big that he could fit two bodies in, that wouldn't seem obvious.

"There," he pointed towards a Lincoln town car. He knew that it would have a big enough trunk.

The two went over to the car, with the boy wheeling the cart over.

"You are going to help me out here."

"Okay, where are we going?" The Boy asked.

"Pacific Coast Highway. There are some nice cliffs there, if you know what I mean."

The boy (Derek) did. Aaron needed to dispose of the body. Derek just had one goal for tonight. To make it out alive. As Derek and Aaron were about to put the bodies into the trunk, there was the sound of a phone ringing.

"Is that your phone? Turn if off NOW!" He screamed, looking around to see if anybody heard him. Nobody.

"No, its not." He stuttered. "I think it's coming from the body."

Aaron reached into Clarence Weidman's pocket and answered the phone.

"Hello?"

"CW?" The voice said on the other end.

"He is uh, indisposed."

The voice on the other end recognized the voice right away and hung up.

"What is going on?" Derek asked.

Aaron was wondering himself. He had heard that voice before, but just couldn't place it.

"Nothing, let's move it!" He said, raising his voice slightly, pointing the gun in his direction.

Derek helped the bodies into the trunk, and when he thought he was going to get to leave, Aaron pointed the gun at him again.

"Now drive!"

Veronica walked into the parking lot as she saw a Lincoln Town Car with tinted windows leave in quite a hurry. She noticed what looked to be blood on the ground. She bent down and noticed it was fresh. Looking around to see if there was anybody there, Veronica ran to her car as quickly as she could. Once there, she took out her computer and clicked on the tiger icon on her computer. On her screen appeared Logan sitting on the coach watching television. Everything worked just the way she wanted to. Well, almost.

For the next couple of hours, Veronica sat in her car and watched Logan in his hotel room. She would have gone home and done this, but she could only watch the video within a range of one mile.

Logan didn't really do much for the most part. He paced around a bit, drinking the whisky that he had given her. He settled down, watched some TV, and was about to go to bed, when instead Veronica saw him go into the closet and pull out something. It was some poster board and an easel. An easel? What would he need an easel for?

Then she realized what was going on. Logan had a bunch of pictures. But they looked a little bit too small to see who they were. She would need Mack to help her with this one. But Logan was up to something, and this was his plan. But who those pictures were, were pivotal to finding out what he was up to.

Veronica reached for her cell phone and dialed Mack's number.

"Hello?"

"Hey Mack, it's Veronica. I need your help big time. Could you possibly come to the Neptune Grand's parking lot and help me zoom into a picture?"

"Spying on somebody?"

"You bet your ass I am."

"Sure, Ill be there in like ten minutes."

While Veronica waited for Mack, she saw Logan repeatedly put more and more pictures on the poster, and draw lines connecting them.

When Mack arrived, Logan had finished putting pictures on the board, and was now writing something.

"Thanks, you're a big help."

"No problem. This will only take a minute."

Mack went to work and in a matter of works, she had the picture zoomed in and blown up so that they could make out the pictures.

"Oh my God." Veronica said to herself. She knew what was going on.

The pictures were all of one person….Aaron Echolls. The words she saw next to all the pictures explained everything

"Death."

Alright, that is the end of Chapter three. In case any of you were wondering about relationships. This story is going to focus more on plot, and less on relationships, but that doesn't mean there won't be subplots about Veronica and "insert random boy." I don't want to say what kind of relationship she will end in, if she does end in one, because I don't believe in giving anything away. So please just read and review when you get a chance. I have a lot of ideas, but I will only continue if it appears people want me to.