Veronica and Logan boarded the private jet at eleven o'clock the following morning. An ambulance had been arranged to transport Veronica from the hospital to the plane and the doctor and owner of the plane were there waiting to her get her settled. Veronica, though glad to be going home, was bitterly disappointed at the fact that she hadn't solved the case before she had to leave.

"So you're the special little lady Dr. Dunlop has been telling me about?" The doctor's friend gave her a kindly smile and patted her on the shoulder.

Logan eyed the ancient doctor's wrinkled face worriedly. "You're Dr. Weissman?"

The old man chuckled. "Yes, son. Dr.Dunlop is my son's best friend. I'm retired now, but I used to be one of the highest ranked specialists in your wife's problem area, so I think we'll be able to get her home just fine."

He arranged her IV and checked her over once for himself before he allowed his pilot to have the plane take off.

"Four months pregnant?" He asked arbitrarily while performing the check up.

"In a week," Veronica answered, a little surprised by the doctor's observation.

Logan sat down on a seat near the long padded bench they had Veronica laying down on. The plane took off and for the first four hours, all three sat and merely talked. Logan nodded off somewhere over the Pacific.

When he woke, Veronica was fast asleep and Dr. Weissman was nowhere to be found. Logan wrote it off, figuring the doctor was probably in the bathroom or the cockpit. His suspicion was confirmed when the man returned and sat down next to Logan. Logan stood, stretching the stiffness out of his joints and walked over to the bathroom himself. He nearly had a heart attack when Duncan's stiff body tumbled out on top of him. He shouted and turned back to Dr. Weissman, wide-eyed, before he had the chance for any logical thought process.

Dr. Weissman remained deadly calm as he watched the scene unfold in front of him. He pulled a needle and syringe from his jacket pocket, held it to Veronica's neck and took a picture of Duncan's corpse at Logan's feet with the other. When he addressed Logan, his voice had an eerie quality to it. "Here's the deal. She isn't waking up any time soon. So it'll just be you and me. When you get off of this plane, you will take that corpse with you and get rid of it yourself. My pilot and I had no idea you smuggled it unto the plane until it just fell out now and we're horrified. You will take the fall for this, understand?"

Logan nodded, nervous about the needle pressed to his wife's pale throat.

The man proceeded to inject her with it's continents before Logan could do a thing. "Don't worry. This is just to ensure she stays asleep. Crafty little bugger, this one, from what I hear. Wouldn't want her to mess up anything. No, I'd much rather deal with you."

"You kidnapped Lilly and drugged Duncan?"

"No, my friend. You did. Or, at least you helped Veronica kidnap her when she realized she might lose her own baby. And, poor Duncan, well you just had to kill him yourself when he figured out what the two of you were doing. Plus, I suppose you didn't really mind shooting him anyway when you realized the affair your wife was having with him." He laid the camera down beside Veronica on the bench near his lap.

Logan managed to shove Duncan back into the restroom and he shut the door. He rushed back to Veronica and ran his hands over her still form, looking for her vital signs. When he felt her pulse, steady and strong, he returned his gaze to Weissman.

"So, here's what we're going to do..." The man, who Logan doubted was even the real Dr. Weissman, proceeded to give Logan detailed instructions on what Logan was to do once he got off the plane and how he was going to let himself and Veronica be framed for Duncan's death and for Lilly's second kidnapping and disappearance and then admit to her accidental death.

Logan couldn't do anything but sit there and listen, wondering if any amount of lawyers in the world could possibly get them out of this and fearing that his baby was going to be born behind bars. They landed in the private airport closest to Neptune hours later as expected.

The only thing that "Dr. Weissman" wasn't expecting was the SWAT team ready to arrest him and the pilot upon landing.

Later, when the police were questioning Veronica about why Duncan's body was found on board, Veronica produced a small memory card from her pocket. "This should contain all the evidence you need."

Logan and Veronica stuck to their story that they'd been vacationing in Australia and didn't know of Duncan's death or his whereabouts until they got on the plane. Veronica figured out that the man pretending to be Dr. Weissman was really Duncan's killer as well as the man who'd harassed them at the hospital when he didn't perform her check-up correctly. Besides, his fake skin had been chaffing off around the ears.

"When I investigated the contents of his bag I found evidence to support my theory and called my dad on the plane's phone." The police seemed to buy it for the moment.

When they finally got her back to Neptune's local hospital, neither Logan nor Keith could resist the urge to ask the real details of how she pulled it off. She just smiled and explained as if it were child's play.

"I noticed that he was wearing fake skin. It was coming off around the ears and I knew he wasn't the doctor. So when I saw the full syringes of whatever that clear stuff was, I waited until he went to talk to the pilot and emptied three of them, replacing them with water. I didn't have time to look at his digital camera, so I just took out the memory card. Then I hid the other needle with the real stuff in it behind my back." She pulled it out of her pocket. "Here it is. You think you can find out what's in there?" She handed it to her father.

Keith took it with a grin, wondering whether his daughter was actually better at his job than him. "Well, legally we're going to be in for a bumpy ride with all this. But for right now, I'm just glad both of you are okay. But Veronica, honey, there is something I need to tell you about your mother."