Summary: Set near the end of A Trip to the Dentist. This is how the scene with the ceiling fan should have went down… LoVe style.

Disclaimer: I don't own Veronica Mars, lucky Mr. Rob Thomas does.

Author's Notes: Hey all! Thanks for such awesome reviews for the last chapter! Especially SeluciaV, horsecrazy, and ddsw, you guys really inspire me. Thank you. Here's the next one, not too terribly exciting, but neccessary. And I'll be off for Spring Break this coming week, so I should have time, and be relaxed enough, to write some juicy stuff. Enjoy!

Veronica walked up to the front door of their office and stood in front of it a moment. She didn't want to go in, because as much as she knew what she wanted to say, she also knew just how well that would go over with her dad. She reluctantly pulled open the door and strode inside, with as much confidence as she could muster. She immediately saw her dad sitting on the couch in the lobby looking intently at the table in front of him.

"You're not trying to burn a hole through a stack of paper using only the power of your stare again?" she asked, hoping her joke would cover up the unease she felt. He looked up, smiling slightly but not as much as he usually would have, and did not joke back which concerned her.

"Hey, sweetheart. Have a seat a minute; I have to talk to you," he said softly. Veronica sat, as he asked, though her mind was going a mile a minute trying to read him, and find out what he was going to tell her.

Please don't let this have to do with Logan being in deeper than I already know.

"I met with Celeste Kane today," he started.

Veronica smiled and visibly relaxed. She was still slightly confused, as she didn't know why he seemed so down about it, but his news didn't have to do with Logan. "She's paying you double and sponsoring our club membership?" she asked in a chipper, up beat voice.

Keith still didn't crack a smile, "Well, she actually agreed to pay up, but only if you sign this contract that says you'll never sue them again." Veronica let this set in, but didn't let her inner debate show on her face. "She wants you to waive any claim on the Kane fortune."

I don't care if Jake Kane is my "father" or not, Keith Mars is the only father I've ever had, or ever will have. And that's more than alright with me.

Veronica reaches over and picks up the pen without further thought or consideration and signs quickly before her father has a chance to say anything further. He stares at her, with some mixture of awe and puzzlement. She sees this and smiles, "What? Was I supposed to sign in blood or something?"

Keith is somewhat choked up by her nonchalance, "Do you know what you signed away?"

Veronica shakes her head slightly, denying his claim, "There's nothing that I will ever want from them."

Keith almost laughs, "That's right. Nothing. You didn't sign away a single thing." He has a huge smile on his face as he pulls out the paternity test he had done. "Veronica, I am without a doubt your father."

Veronica's complacent mood changed immediately as she broke out into a grin and half sobs as she reaches out and pulls her father into a tight hug. The two of them cry and laugh simultaneously in extreme joy at finally knowing the truth.

"Yeah, you are!" Veronica exclaims, hugging him even tighter, "I knew it was you." She let him go slightly so that they were looking at each other.

"You think that charm of yours is something you learned and developed over time?" Keith scoffs, before smirking, "That's genetics, baby!"

If possible, her smile widens as she kisses him on the cheek. Veronica lets out a huge sigh, before getting an idea, "How about we put a dent in that fi'ty grand we just landed and celebrate?"

Keith became serious at this, "Actually, honey, with the new information we have on Logan, not only is his alibi blown, but we can show thathe had motive to kill her. I think we finally have enough evidence to go to the authorities."

Veronica's smile drops immediately at this, "Right… about that…"

"What is it? Did you find something else?" he asked her, his tone becoming somewhat accusatory, obviously concerned that she had gotten in deeper than he'd wanted her to.

"Yeah, I came across some new information, but I need some time to verify it. Find out if the source was accurate," she said vaguely, hoping he would leave it at that and trust her.

"Is this something that would prove his innocence or his guilt?" Keith asked, still suspicious.

"Well, if the information turns out to be correct, then it would help to prove his innocence," she continued on still giving him the least amount of information as possible.

"And if the tip doesn't pan out?" Keith probed further.

"It wouldn't prove his guilt, it would just prove that he's a liar," she went on, feeling as though even this small statement was more than she wished to tell him.

Keith furrowed his eyebrows at her, dissatisfied, "Is there a reason you are doing everything in your power to completely dodge every question I ask?"

Veronica winced out of guilt at his accusation, "This is just something I need to find out on my own."

"You know that those things that you need to 'find out on your own' are my least favorite things, don't you?" he said with a sigh.

She knew that she had him, despite his reluctance, "I do. But I'll be careful. I'll even buckle my seatbelt, check the expiration date on the milk and look both ways before crossing the street." She held her hand with her palm facing towards her father, only her index and middle finger sticking up, "Scout's honor."

Keith laughed, "You definitely weren't a Girl Scout, but I guess that'll do."

She reached out and hugged him again, "Thanks, dad." Veronica then stood up, "Alright, I better get crackin'. Places to see, people to meet and all that jazz." She turned around and walked out of the office after a somewhat forced smiled and a wave from her dad.

When she got home she tiredly dropped her bag on the kitchen table. She sighed in frustration as this action caused a section of the newspaper to float down onto the floor. As she picked up the offending paper, something caught her eye.

"Kane Soiree Will Bring Many Famous Faces to Neptune" was the cover story.

Isn't this convenient? My plan to dress in all black and sneak onto the Kane Estate hadn't been going very well, so this is a welcome change of events.

She read further, getting all of the details, such as the time of the event, noted guests, and the catering service that would be used. Taking this last piece of information she went to her room and began the now routine task of making herself look completely different from the Veronica Mars the Kane's knew. There was no way she would be getting into a party for the Governor at the Kane's looking like herself. She researched the catering service, and created an outfit that would help her blend in with them, as well as a dark brown haired wig and thick rimmed glasses. She studied herself in the mirror.

So glad I have 20/20 vision. These just aren't flattering in the least. And the red wig was my first choice, but I think I would've stuck out, just a little. Here goes nothing…

She gathered up her things, headed to find a note that would clear Logan's name, in her eyes and thus hopefully in her father's.

Weevil, on the other hand, will be much harder to convince.

Veronica glanced down at her watch.

I have four short hours to get something Weevil will really buy into, or… Well, let's not think about that right now. Eye on the prize, Veronica.

She quickly got in her car and began her short drive to the Kane's.

I know, I know... No Logan/Veronica interaction. There will be multitudes of it in the upcoming chapters, promise. : ) Stay tuned, it's going to get exciting from here on out. Promise. I'll have the next chapter out ASAP.