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 Note:Yay, another chapter already! Considering some of the disappointments us LoVe fans have endured lately, you deserve it.

Veronica quickly readjusted her wig and glasses, to insure she would exit the building with her identity still hidden. She pulled her cell phone out as she briskly walked through the room with her head down. She hit the speed dial for her dad, and was relieved when he answered quickly.

"Hello?" he said.

"Dad, it's me. I know who killed Lily," she said as softly as possible, while walking close to the wall in order to be near the fewest amount of people.

"Who, who. Honey, what happened? What do you know?" he asked, hurriedly.

"I can't talk right now, but it wasn't Logan… it was his dad," she revealed. Before he could say anything she continued, "I'm on my way to the police station. I'll call you when I get there and tell you more."

"Veronica!" he tried to keep her on the line, but she hung up as she walked into a crowd of people on her way to the kitchen. The door was in sight when out of nowhere someone bumped into her and sent her purse flying to the floor.

Veronica mumbled a profanity under her breath as she saw the tapes tumble out onto the ground. She knelt down quickly to grab them.

"Here, let me help you with that," a voice from above her said.

Veronica's heart froze, followed by the rest of her body once she realized the owner of that voice. She couldn't move, couldn't speak, as she watched him come into her view and reach for the tapes. She saw him hesitate, his hand a few centimeters above them. His head cocked slightly and he set the drink he held in his hand on the floor before picking up one of the tapes and turning it over. Once he saw the date written on it, in his handwriting, his head snapped up to look into her eyes. What she saw in those eyes terrified her to the depths of her soul.

"Veronica Mars… it's too bad. I was starting to like you," with that his hand shot out and grabbed her arm. Veronica held back a gasp as his fingers dug into her. He took a quick glance around him to see if anyone was watching them. Veronica took that opportunity to push the speed dial for Logan on the phone she still had in her hand while slipping it into the pocket of the apron she was wearing as part of her waitress outfit.

Aaron's face flew back to meet hers, "I think you're going to have to go for a ride with me young lady." He pushed the fallen contents of her purse back inside it and then pulled her to a standing position.

Logan and Duncan had finally broken their awkward staring contest and were about to walk back to the party when Logan heard the special ring he'd set for Veronica begin to play. His eyebrows wrinkled in confusion, not expecting her to call so soon. He flipped his phone open, "What's up?" After getting no response, he stared at his phone.

Duncan had come to stand beside him, "What's going on?"

"Not sure. It's Veronica, but I can't hear anything." Logan's mind raced back to their first kiss, and how that came to happen. He remembered how he'd heard where the undercover cop was taking her, how she'd left her phone on so that he could. He brought the phone back to his ear and held up his finger to keep Duncan quiet, and listened.

The second he got her standing, they were moving through the kitchen and out the back door.

"I think you ought to drive," he smirked, pushing her ahead of him. She heard him grab her keys out of her purse before shoving them into her hand. "Lead the way."

"Oh God," Logan whispered. His frightened eyes looked to Duncan, who was eagerly waiting to be filled in, "He's got her."

Duncan got even more confused, "Who?"

"My dad," he answered, swallowing hard. His demeanor changed as he began to walk fast and instruct Duncan at the same time, "I need you to call the police on your way to Veronica's where you can fill her dad in on what's going on. Then call me, and hopefully by then I'll know where he's taking her." After he finished he ran off, leaving Duncan no chance to respond.

"Alright then," he said under his breath, not really liking being bossed around, especially by Logan, but knowing that he needed to do as he'd said.

Logan held the phone to his ear, not really paying attention to what he was doing. He felt a hand grab his shoulder, "Hey Logan, what's the hurry?" It was Jake Kane.

He froze and stared at him a moment, with the phone glued to his ear. He heard a car engine start, and knew he was running out of time. "Uh… I need to go help Veronica. She's clueless when it comes to cars. She got a flat, so she's in some serious trouble. Gotta go." Logan tapped his watch and with that ran out of the house. He left a very baffled Jake Kane staring after him.

Veronica was being instructed by Aaron, who was hiding in the backseat and brandishing a knife he'd stolen from the kitchen, on where to drive. His directions weren't giving her any clues as to their destination.

"Where are we going?" she asked meekly. Her eyes looked downward as she caught a glint of the knife near her throat.

"Oh… someplace special. It where I take all my favorite girls," he mused, removing the tapes from her purse and then throwing it into the passenger seat.

Veronica wasn't sure how much he would take from her, but she figured he at least wouldn't seriously injure her while she was driving, and decided to push his buttons a little. "So, how does it happen that all your favorite girls also happen to be Logan's girlfriends?" she asked snidely.

Aaron laughed, but the sound cut off abruptly as he gently pressed the blade against her upper arm. She winced, and tried to lean away from the pressure of the metal against her flesh.

"Funny you should ask. I guess Logan just isn't man enough… even for a girl his age," Aaron replied.

"Hard to believe your son wouldn't turn into a lady killer like you…" she paused a moment, "You know, I think you took that term a little too literally."

He stopped pushing with the knife and drew it back, raking it across her skin. Veronica gasped and jerked her arm away, feeling the warmth of blood running from the open wound.

"Considering that fact, I'd be more careful if I were you," he warned. "I killed your best friend. What makes you think I'm not willing to do the same to you?"

Logan could only hear bits and pieces of what they were saying, and not enough to have any idea where they were going. He was driving relatively aimlessly, in hopes that he'd get lucky.

If Logan's even listening, I know I haven't been able to give him enough to find me…

Veronica smiled as they came upon the Coronado Bridge.

Perfect.

"So… can I be led to believe that this is our destination. I know it was the spot where you drove one of your favorite women. And I mean drove figuratively speaking, seeing as your cheating ways drove your wife to commit suicide here," she remarked, somewhat loudly, praying that Logan could hear her and would get the hint.

"You just keep on pushing the limits, don't you Veronica?" he asked, teasing her by twirling the knife around her body. He brought it close to her skin, but never enough to cut her. "No, I don't plan to throw you off the bridge and make it look like a suicide… that's too easy. Besides, considering you planned to ruin me, I want you to really suffer."

Logan was surprised when he heard Veronica's voice get suddenly louder. He slowed the car in order to hear better. Once she was finished he spoke in realization, "The Coronado Bridge." He made a very illegal u-turn and drove as fast as he could towards the bridge. He was only minutes from it, and hoped he'd be able to catch up with them.

Weevil looked at his watch, grinning as it hit midnight. "Alright, boys. Let's roll out." The PCHers set out in a pack, with one mission: find Logan Echolls and kill him.

Veronica almost smacked herself in the forehead when she glanced at the clock.

It's midnight, and that means that while Logan's looking for me, he's going to have PCHers looking for him. I seriously need a plan. Especially if Logan gets sidetracked by Weevil… and I seriously need to call Weevil so he doesn't kill Logan. But first I need to find a way to stop sharing space with a murderer.

They'd gone over the bridge and he'd instructed her to turn down a side road. The road was lined with trees on both sides, which gave her an idea. She checked to see that her seatbelt was fastened, and took a glance in her rearview mirror to see that Aaron's wasn't. With that, she sent up a little prayer and swerved off the road.

Yeah... so I left some things up in the air. But I promise that I'll write like a fiend and get you some more chapters up soon. I love you, loyal readers, please be loyal feedback writers as well: )