A/N – I had a bit of writer's block, and I was a bit busy. Now, right when I should be studying for my exams, I decide to write. Well I hope you enjoy. Thanks to everyone whose kept up with the story.

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"Logan, take of the sweater." Veronica tugged at the bottom of his sweater to try and get him to lift it off.

"You told me to seduce them with my good looks and charm, not with a peep show." Logan shooed her hands away.

"You parade around shirtless at the beach all the time, I'm just asking you to go in with a t-shirt." She turned around and begun walking towards the house, "Now I found out that Cindy's boyfriend Markus is in Michigan until tomorrow, which leaves you the perfect opportunity to get me some answers."

"Hmm, no list of questions? No flare gun to call you in case of an emergency, or maybe a spy kit to detect clues in the house. Or maybe I could use my sweater as a trap so we can just take her back to your office and shock the answers out of her. Or…"

"Can it Logan! Slip hints about the Manning's and the realtor. And snoop around for stationary that looks similar to the stuff I gave you earlier." Veronica pulled out a bundle of flowers, a teddy bear and a box of chocolates. "You know the drill."

"Yes Sir." Logan smiled, took off his sweater and walked to the door. Veronica ran and sat in the front seat of the X-terra.

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Ding Dong.

"Hello?" A tall, thin brunette opened the door in her bathrobe.

"Hello Cindy! This is a special delivery from your boyfriend Markus in Michigan. He says that he misses you and he loves you!" Logan held up all of the gifts for her to see.

"Boyfriend?" Cindy laughed, "The delivery service must've made a mistake. It should've just been friend, or maybe they meant boy friend as in friend that's a boy. How elementary school."

"Are you sure he doesn't think he's your boyfriend, and you just feel differently?" Logan was slipping in slowly for answers.

"I'm pretty sure it's a mistake. Markus is gay." Cindy smiled, and then gestured for Logan to go inside, "Why don't you put those gifts down on the table."

Cindy stepped upstairs to get dressed, so Logan put the gifts on the table and walked over to the desk. He took some pens, paper and envelopes and shoved them in his pocket before he could try and match them with the ones Veronica had given him. Finally, Cindy began stepping down the stairs, so Logan grabbed a few letters addressed to Cindy and Markus and shoved them in his pocket. He ran to the table and pretended to be fixing the flowers.

"So do you do this often? Or is this just a side job?" She asked from the staircase while Logan was still turned facing the table.

"Well the last delivery I did was a sympathy one, for the Manning's." Logan began to turn around while continuing to talk, "Do you know th-".

Cindy was standing on the stairs, completely naked.

"Wow. Would you look at the time, my girlfriend is waiting for me in the car. It's our six months, we're going to lunch." He smiled and started walking towards the door.

"It's okay if you're scared, I'm gentle. You don't have to lie about having a girlfriend." She started inching her way to Logan.

Logan didn't know what to say, he stood shocked until the doorbell rang.

"I'll get it!"

He turned around, unlocked the door and pulled it wide-open.

"Sweetie, what took you so long? I've been waiting forever!" She grabbed him and kissed him on the cheek.

"I'm sorry hun, just finishing up a delivery." Logan grabbed her hand and started pulling her out the door, "Bye Cindy!"

They sped quickly to the car, and hopped in.

"How did you know to come at that exact time?"

"The flowers are bugged."

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"So we've got one gay man, one dead man and one horny women." Veronica contemplated as they walked out of the Shawn Robertson's house. He was the last person on their list to check out.

"So he's dead, and this helps your investigations how?" Logan questioned as they walked down the cobblestone path and down the brick stairs.

"What if he was murdered, by the same person as Meg's mom? What if he got threatening letters? What if all of these people are somehow linked together?"

"Well, that's a lot of what ifs. Call me when you know the answers." Logan smiled as they hopped into the car.

"You know, you don't have to keep helping me. You didn't sign a contract or anything. You're more then welcome to back out." Veronica smiled as she buckled her seatbelt.

"It keeps my mind of all of my philosophical thoughts." Logan just smiled.

"Alright." Inside, Veronica was smiling to.

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"It smells like piss and death." Logan complained as they walked through the hospital hallway.

"Just sit in the waiting room, I'm going to change." Veronica glanced at him, and then walked towards the bathroom.

Logan picked up the Home Life magazine and pretended to glance at it. He observed his surroundings: sick people and sad people. He knew a lot about both. Mostly mentally sick, but he knew a lot about sad.

"Excuse me sir, can I help you?" A man in a white coat interrupted Logan from his thoughts.

"Oh no, I'm just waiting." Logan smirked and looked back at his magazine.

"Who are you waiting for?" The doctor was persistent, and Logan was getting aggravated.

"My girlfriend, we're meeting here. She thinks she might be pregnant." Logan and the doctor exchanged a smile.

"Well good luck then." He walked away without a question, but then turned around. "Would you like me to write you guys in the book, it'll probably get you in quicker."

"Sure, Veronica Mars and Logan Echolls." Logan nodded and took out his cell-phone. He punched in Veronica's number and texted her: Whatever you've got planned, don't. I've got another way in.

Two minutes later, Veronica was walking out in the same clothes she had gone in with. She sat down beside him, leaned over and whispered, "You've got another way in, then me pretending to be a neurosurgeon?"

"Sure do, mommy."

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"Is your period late?" the doctor asked.

"Nope."

"Do you feel any discomfort in your stomach? Have you been nauseous, or sick?"

"Nope."

"Then why do you think you're pregnant?"

"You know what doctor, I just had a feeling."

"Okay, well we can do the test to check."

Veronica walked out of the room and into the small bathroom, Logan just waited in the room.

Logan walked over to the doctor. "I knew she wasn't pregnant. It was just easier for me to come with her and check then to argue with her. She's been all shaken up since her brother died, and her parents won't tell her what happened to him. She's just filling her mind with nonsense to pass the time until she finds out."

"Oh my, well why don't you go down to the morgue, they keep the records. They'll show it to family." The doctor smiled and patted Logan on the back.

"Thanks sir. I can't believe I couldn't think of that."

"Well you have a lot to deal with right now."

Veronica walked in the room, and gave the doctor her sample. She smiled and then grabbed Logan's hand. "I hope it comes up positive!"

"I'll call you with the results next week."

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"Nice crazy act." Logan quietly clapped his hands.

"Nice supportive boyfriend act." Veronica gave him a high-five. "But why didn't we just go to the morgue. I could've pretended to be a neurosurgeon, acting as someone trying to find an autopsy of someone who died from something in the head! We could've been in and out."

"Because I was doing my research the other night. The doctor, who we so graciously put that show on for, just bought Shawn Robertson's house. I thought it could help out someone, I even got some stuff off his desk."

"Doing something helpful, that's so unlike you."

"Yeah well, the sooner the case is solved, the better. Right?' Logan smirked.

"Yeah, I just didn't think you really cared about the case. It just keeps your mind of the smart thoughts right?"

"If you knew how smart the thoughts were, you'd understand."

The two reached the morgue, and walked to the desk situated outside the door. The lady at the desk looked bitter. She had an angry frown, and she typed too quick for her own good.

Veronica put on a frown and walked up to the desk. Logan trailed behind and stood a bit behind her.

"Excuse me miss, I need to know how my brother died. I was out of town and my parents won't tell me. It's been keeping we awake at night. He was my best friend." Veronica started 'tearing up'.

"His name?" The woman was bitter.

"Shawn Robertson." Veronica sniffled in between words.

"Your name?" The woman was like a cold rock. She had no sympathy.

"Veronica …" Veronica forced a few more tears out.

"Veronica what?" Veronica started crying, Logan pulled her in.

"Veronica Robertson." Logan piped in as he held a 'crying' Veronica.

"Can I see some I.D.?" The women continued typing away.

"Crap." Veronica whispered under her breath. She turned around and faced the women. "I forgot my wallet in the car."

"Well you should go get it."

"Okay."

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Veronica and Logan trailed through the hall, silently. Logan thought she was just sad that she failed. He was wrong.

"Robertson! You couldn't have said Mars!" Veronica yelled through the empty hallway of the basement floor.

"And what, ask why you don't have the same last name?" Logan stayed a bit calm.

"Maybe we took different parents last names, because they divorced before I was born. Maybe I could've thought of a better excuse." Veronica's tone was harsh.

Logan stepped closer.

"Maybe if you didn't throw such a crying fit, you could've told her your last name yourself."

Veronica stepped closer.

There faces were close, Veronicas was beat red with anger.

"Maybe if you-"

His lips touched her, and he felt the heat of her face against his. She didn't relent, she just melted. It was an angry kiss at first, and it turned lighter and more passionate. His arms wrapped around her waste, and hers around his neck.

"Dr. Michael to the ER." Pounded through the hospital speakers.

But to them, it was silence.

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A/N – I've never really written LoVe like, together so early in the story, unless it's a one shot. I decided to switch things up. I hope you guys enjoyed the chapter.

And remember to review so I have something to read.