Veronica woke up to find a vaguely familiar looking man looking down on her. She was still trying to place him when he smiled evilly and pulled out a gun. He put the barrel to her stomach and covered her mouth with his hand before she could scream. He pulled the trigger.

She jumped awake, thoroughly frightened. She dressed quickly and drove to Logan's apartment.

Logan woke at two in the morning to Veronica standing near the side of his bed. What in the- "Veronica? What are you doing here?" he asked, groggily.

She smiled down at him. "Lets go get married."

He looked at her as if she were crazy. "Now?"

"Yes. Right now."

He tossed off the covers and sat up. "Can you give me some kind of reason? This is a little abrupt. Don't you want your dad to be there?"

Things were becoming more and more clear to her. She didn't want to wait to live her life anymore. People like her didn't have that luxury. Anything could happen at any moment and she didn't want to have regrets. In many ways, she felt like she had that day she had made the choice to sleep with Duncan for the first time. "I just want to go do it now."

He thought on it a minute and then grabbed her and pulled her into bed with him. "We should wait until tomorrow."

"Why?"

"Because I want you to wear a pretty white dress and for your dad to be there. We both know you'll regret it later if you don't."

She sighed and cuddled close to him. Tomorrow would have to be soon enough.

Logan could have afforded for Veronica to have whatever kind of wedding that she wanted. But she wouldn't let him. She had called her dad that morning, then Wallace and Mac, and Logan had called Dick. She ran to a local boutique and bought a simple white dress. It may not have been extravagant, but it suited her.

They had a small ceremony with just those few people that afternoon. And there just wasn't much more to it than the exchange of vows. Logan would have arranged for a honeymoon after except they had classes. The only thing to really mark the marriage at all was a videographer and photographer her dad had managed to hire on short notice. But in the middle of repeating her vows, Veronica noticed one thing out of place There was another man that wasn't hired also capturing the occasion on film.

She made an excuse to wander off in the direction of the mysterious photographer after the ceremony. And, she brought her her trusty Taser along. But she didn't find anything.

After the necessary conversations with their small party and a few quick hugs, the newlyweds adjourned to Logan's apartment.

"You know, I've been allowed to walk now for over two weeks," Veronica complained, trying very hard make her slight annoyance sound like she was actually mad.

Logan continued to carry her as if she hadn't said anything. "Yep."

"So… that would mean that you could put me down, you know, and let me walk myself."

"I could." He replied, cheekily. He had decided that he wasn't going to let her out of his sight until she had the baby and that was that. Every time he did, she got kidnapped or almost shot or fainted. It was just a lot easier to be a 24/7 pain in the ass than to have to keep chasing after her and praying that she hadn't gotten killed. "But that would kill the valiance of being a gentleman and carrying you across the threshold."

"I think your only supposed to do that if I'm coming in for the first time, Logan," she came back, dryly. They both knew it was only because he was still worried about her and was in crazy overprotective mode which, for the record, she didn't much appreciate. She got enough of that from her dad.

"Yeah, well, maybe I have a surprise for you." He opened the apartment door to reveal… nothing.

She kept looking around in vain until they got to the only bedroom where her finally put her down on the bed. She was now three months pregnant, and for the last one, things had been painfully boring. It didn't help that the darn doctor of hers had declared her a high risk pregnancy so that both her dad and Logan had been hounding her like crazy to just lay around… which was not something she enjoyed in the least. If this was how every pregnancy was going to be, Veronica decided that Logan had better be happy with just one kid.

Logan opened the closet door, but instead of Veronica's surprise, Larette Davis' reeking corpse fell out.

Veronica jumped up, suddenly certain of the identity of the man taking pictures was from earlier and very afraid. "Oh my God!"

"There's a note attached to her neck," Logan announced holding the note up. He turned it over so that he could read it. "Look," was all it said.

The man from earlier, whom Veronica was also fairly certain was responsible for the parking lot incident, had entered the room without either one of them noticing.

When she saw him, Veronica tried to back over to the part of the room where Logan was standing.

"Aww, how sweet. I remember my wedding day you know. Of course I didn't just get married because she was pregnant. I married for love!"
"What do you want?" Logan asked him nervously, but trying to be brave.

"I want your wife to see what messing with other people's business can do. Before I kill the two of you."

"I know what you did," Veronica asserted.

"You don't know shit."
"I know that your name is Allen Davis. You beat Larette after the two of you were married. And then when you found out she was having an affair you tried to kill her. But he walked in on it didn't he? That's why you decided to kill him and made it look like it was you that was dead. She ran out while you murdered him. So there was no way she could have known that it wasn't really you in that grave. You left notes, pretending to be him and he told you that she was pregnant with his baby. That's when you snapped. You've been chasing her ever since. The girl over at Hearst is related to Larette. When you saw the story about her rape in the paper you decided to come here to search for her in case she was helping Larette."

"And now she's dead, too. Well isn't that a good little teenage detective." He turned to Logan. "You got yourself a real smart little whore. Too bad she's about to die." They heard a shot.

The man fell over dead and Keith Mars rushed into the room to see if his little girl and new son-in-law were okay.

"Why can't you kids just have a normal wedding night? Go on a cruise or get a hotel room. Why all the drama and the bullets?"

Veronica and Logan grinned at each other and at Keith. After the police came and they got everything cleared up, Logan went back to the closet to pull out what he was going to show her earlier. He handed her a picture of a really big house and several more of the interior.

"I thought it'd be easier if we had more space and if the baby had a nursery. Plus, I can have a game room and you can have one for your detecting and this place actually has an alarm system, which we quite obviously need."

Veronica stared at the pictures. It was no secret that Logan was rich and therefore if she married him she would be too, but she hadn't actually thought about it in those terms up until now. It wasn't something that mattered too much to her, but the fact that her baby would be able to go to any college she wanted, scholarship or not and that they would never have to struggle over money was a pretty nice thought. Plus, Logan was right, they did need the security. She put her hand on her still flat belly and hugged her husband. Somehow she was pretty sure that things were gonna work out pretty good for them.