A/N – So here's the next chapter. Thanks to all of those who reviewed last chapter, and thanks in advance to all those who will review this one ;) (Let's have some more of you this time).

So this chapter takes us back to Veronica in the car at 3:00a.m. It also sets up a bit more of the mystery, brings Mac into the story and there is a tiny bit of LoVe. I promise next chapter will have more Logan/Veronica interaction.

Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of Veronica Mars.

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Step one; get into the house.

Walking through the shrubs in the dark appeared to be easy. Just a step over the vines and a hurdle over the bush. Of course Veronica didn't consider that she might make noise, which might make the people inside the house to come out and investigate.

That is exactly what happened.

The moon reflected off the small brown house, and the couple walking out the door of it. One of the two was a petite brunette and the other was a ripped blonde. They were a young innocent looking couple.

The couple walked around the house to the shrubbery Veronica was hiding in. The best way to get out? Silently.

She took small steps and looked where she was stepping as best she could in the darkness. Everything was going fine, until…

Tangled vine.

Crap.

Trip.

Double Crap.

"Hello?" The couple walked towards Veronica, who was lying in a pile of vines and leaves. "I don't know what you're doing here, but we have nothing for you to steal!"

The blonde young man took over most of the talking. He seemed a bit dumb, but not to the level of stupidity. Just lacking a little bit of common sense. The brunette was the more logical one. They worked together to figure out why Veronica was there, without even asking Veronica.

They had lots of theories. At first they thought she was there to rob them, then it transformed into her wanting to steal the child the girl just recently found out she was carrying.

Veronica sat, almost amused, until she realized she was in fact there for a reason. "Actually, I'm here to ask you a few questions."

"Questions? Why didn't we think of questions?" The blonde pondered while the brunette walked closer to Veronica.

"Because people who want to ask questions, don't hide in bushes at 3:00 in the morning." She gave Veronica an odd glare, wondering if she was up to something.

"If we could just go inside and talk, I can explain everything."

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During the one-hour conversation, Veronica established a few things. The blonde guy was named Eric and the brunette was named Jenny. They were both 23, and had just gotten married. Jenny was soon to be expecting their first child, and they were very excited. Veronica also established, that Jenny and Eric were not the stalkers.

"So your friend Meg got a letter from this address?" Jenny asked nervously, she didn't have a logical answer for this problem.

"Yeah, a threatening letter." Veronica pulled the letter out of her tote bag to show them, they started at it intensely.

"This is our address!" Eric was definitely shocked. He stood up in frustration and paced the room.

Jenny tried to calm Eric down while Veronica reread the letter and asked questions. Eric decided to go get some rest because he had work in the morning. Jenny stayed at the kitchen table with Veronica. She wasn't ready to sleep, not if people were trying to frame them.

"Veronica you have to know, we didn't do this." She took a quick sip of her coffee, "Do we look like the type of people who send threatening letter. I mean, neither of us know any of the people mentioned in this letter."

"I know, I believe you. I just, can't figure out why they would put this address." Veronica shook her head and re-examined the letter over and over. "How long have you lived in this house?"

"About a year, we moved in after we finished university."

"Do you know who lived here before you?"

"All of the work was done through the realtor, we didn't even meet the people who lived here before us."

"Do you think I could have the name of your realtor?"

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Getting home at 5:30 in the morning and having to leave the house at 8:15 doesn't leave much room for sleep. Veronica hopped into bed, but despite her best efforts, couldn't fall asleep.

She got up and went into the living room. She made herself an early breakfast, and curled onto the couch to watch a quick movie before she had to get to school.

A quick movie, turned into a six-hour sleep.

"Crap." That, along with other curse words flowed from her mouth as she threw on the clothes she could and ran out the door.

She made it to school just in time for home economics.

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"Okay class, today we will be making puff pastries!" Mrs. Caruso clapped her hands excitedly as she handed out the recipe sheets. "Now all of the ingredients are placed at your stations."

Veronica was sitting at her two-person table, by herself. Clearly, not enough people had signed up for home economics.

Mrs. Caruso kept going on about folding the puff pastries correctly, and how creativity is key to a good grade. Veronica zoned in and out, thinking about Meg's stalker and the realtor she had to call later in the afternoon.

It wasn't until the door opened that Veronica actually fully zoned in. Veronica smiled, finally someone to share the pain with her.

The girl walked towards the desks and plopped down right beside Veronica.

"Don't ask." Mac ignored the smirking glares Veronica was giving her by reading the puff pastry recipe Mrs. Caruso had just given her.

"Mac… Why are you in home economics?" Veronica smiled and pulled the paper out of Macs hands. "Did they mess up your schedule?"

"If you must know, they assumed I wouldn't make good use of my independent study time." Mac sighed loudly and continued with her explanation, "and home ec was the only course with open spots."

"Well we can make the most of it, we do get free food." Veronica smiled and Mac shed a smile too.

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Lunchtime rolled around quickly. The puff pastries didn't turn out as well as planned. The puff in the didn't puff and the filling poured out of the pastries. Mrs. Caruso declared it as a practice run.

Lunchtime was Veronica's time to call the realtor. Of course, the answering machine came on.

So in the middle of the lunch area, Veronica had to leave a sophisticated sounding message. The noise and talking was a problem, so Veronica went inside to an empty hallway.

"Good afternoon Mr. Iverson, my name is Veronica and I am currently in the market for a home. I've heard nothing but good things from your clients and I was just wondering if we could possibly set up a meeting. My number is 555-5893. Thank you."

Veronica shut the phone and turned around, only to find an annoying brunette boy standing in front of her.

"Finally upgrading from that shack of yours?" Logan took a spot beside her as she walked.

"Not that it's any of your business, but I'm doing some research for a friend." Veronica put her phone back in her bag as they walked.

"That's a shame." Logan smirked and started walking away.

Veronica just shook her head and carried on, she had bigger things to deal with.

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A/N – So I know it lacked LoVe, and I know it wasn't too interesting. But once again, I have to set up the mystery. There is going to be more LoVe, home economics, exciting bits and lots more in the next chapter.