So I totally forgot to post last week because it seems I have been posted every Wednesday. I know the last chapter was heavily reliant on the episode but have no fear! This is the last chapter with any ties to actual episodes. And this one is more original writing. So I hope you enjoy what's happening. And for all those Piz haters out there, this chapter is not so much for you but I can assure you there is some Logan loving in the next few chapters coming up, so be patient with me.

Just to throw it out there, I do not own any of the lines I have included from 3x20, so don't sue me.

I had much research to complete if I was going to bring down Gory Sorokin. When I got back to Piz's room I got right to work. Relieving Wallace of his babysitting duties I laid myself on Piz's bed and got to work. It was hard to concentrate on my work with Piz's constant strumming but I was happy that he was feeling well enough to play music. I plugged my headphones in, droning out his music. I was really on a roll when Piz elbowed me in the chest.

"You know what I noticed today?" He pointed to his cheek, "Look really close at the welt under my eye."

I sat up, concerned, "What? Is your eye okay?"

"Yeah, I was just pointing out that this bright-pink part looks kind of like the Virgin Mary," He pointed at the area with his pinkie finger, "I call this my miracle eye."

I couldn't help but chuckle as I refocused on my work.

"My miracle eye," Piz started but I shushed him, putting a firm hand on the neck of his guitar. I listened as Gory spoke on the phone about pledges and the north quad.

"You know, you're adorable when you surveil."

"Do any of the fraternities do a late-spring rush?" I asked, confused by what I just heard.

"I don't think so," Piz said after a second of thinking.

Maybe my game was off but I was royally confused, "Are you hungry?"

"I could eat something," Piz put his guitar down.

I stood up from the bed, "Good, because I'm starved. I don't know when the last time I ate was."

"Babe," Piz stood, putting his hands on my shoulders, "You can't do that. You can't put yourself aside for getting to the bottom of this."

I nodded, understanding his concern, "I just want to put this behind us as soon as possible."

"Oh come on," Piz nudged me, "Since when does a girl not thrive on a little gossip. We are now the hottest couple on campus."

I laughed and let him wrap an arm around my shoulders for support as we made our way to the cafeteria.

Being in the cafeteria was even worse than yesterday and it was probably because now they were there together. Girls whispered in disgust as they passed and boys looked on with jealousy drooling from their mouths.

"Oh, enough of the foreplay. Get to the good stuff," Lout yelled from the table behind them, "Hey, wait. Do I know you? You look so familiar."

Piz balled a fist under the table, "Come on, man."

"What?" Lout shrugs defensively, "I just think I've seen her somewhere before."

"Don't be a jerk," Was all Piz could come up with.

"Ow," Lout grabbed his heart, "You got me."

I reached in my bag for my tazor but Piz reached out and stopped me, "I-it's a nice day. Let's go eat outside. Veronica? Come on."

I got up and picked up my tray, but suddenly I wasn't hungry anymore. Still I followed Piz towards the quad.

"Looks even more familiar from behind!" Lout called out after us.

Again, with my tazor in hand I whipped around, ready to attack but again, Piz grabbed my arm.

"I promise you, karma's going to take care of that guy for you," Piz reassured me, trying to calm me down.

"I know," I spat through a clenched jaw, "I'm gonna run him over with my car-ma."

After that encounter I was more determined to get this over with once and for all. I needed to bring Gory down, and it needed to be done now. To do this, however, I would have to avoid Piz, who was getting paternal on me, urging me to take a break.

Following Gory had been easy. Weird, but easy. I was even more surprised to see that Gory had ended up at the Kane mansion. There was no way I could crash this Castle dinner party unnoticed so I got into super-stealth mode and slipped in through a doggie door. The only useful piece of evidence I could think to take was Jake Kane's hard drive. Though I knew it was probably super-protected it was the only thing I was sure of. Besides, Mac would be excited work on the case.

It had taken hours, using the college's computer to crack the password code. We hadn't anticipated that it would take as long as it did but boy was the payoff sweet. There were lists and lists of names dating back to 1939 of all the members of the Castle. We even stumbled across something that might be more useful than we thought in the takedown of Gory.

"Confessions from every member of the Castle since its inception," I surveyed the inventory of the hard drive, "Twenty years of transcriptions. And we have thirty years of audio, and thirty years of video."

Mac looks on, questioning, "Why do they do it?"

"No one spills the Castle's secrets because they know what they risk," I finally came to the realization. Wallace had almost made it through this revealing interview, if it hadn't been for the pen/camera they found in his pocket. I could only hope that he would thank me later when he found out what they were really all about.

"Most of them aren't guilty of putting that video of you out there," Mac said pointedly after we had listen to a few of the most recent confessions.

"But this guy is," I clicked on his file, "Gorya Sorokin."

Gory's face appeared on the computer screen and then he began speaking, "So...we figured we'd go up to the mountain cabin, get loaded, and take the boat out. Parents didn't need to know. So we're getting high up on the balcony. And I hear a car pull up, and I hide, but I got a good angle. And I see my dad and Uncle Lev get out of a car. They open the trunk and pull a couple bodies out. They-they are bloody as hell. And so they drag the bodies into the workshop. And the next thing, I hear the power saw going. I always wondered why my dad put a woodshop up in the cabin. So the next thing you know, he and Uncle Lev are taking a couple hefty bags down to the boat-"

I exited out from the media player, not wanting to hear the end to his confession. My stomach was knotting, "Maybe I'll let Gory Sorokin keep his secrets."

After an unsettling morning, I needed a break. I finally had something on Gory that would not only ruin his life, but his whole family's life and I wasn't sure if I were prepared to do so. Me, I could handle the ridicule. Flashback to my high school career post-Lily. As I headed to the cafeteria to meet Piz I was faced with an inner battle between revenge and total annihilation.

"Hey," Logan cut me off just as I was heading into the cafeteria.

I kept walking, leaving him a few steps behind me, "You need to walk away."

"Just.." He caught up, "I need to apologize."

"Great. Apology accepted," I stopped and faced him, "Now go. I'm meeting Piz, who, by the way, is the one you should be apologizing to."

"I am sorry, Veronica. I thought...well, you know what I thought," Logan took his chance to get it all out there but I was more interested in finding Piz. Instead, I found someone else, far less pleasant coming towards us.

"I was hoping I'd see you. I didn't want to carry that around forever," Gory revealed the tiny audio bug I had carefully left in his room during my visit, "You left it behind in my room. You know what? I'm glad we caught you on hidden camera. And I'm glad it's such a popular email attachment, because you're a real bitch. You know what you should do with your sudden popularity? Just lay back and enjoy it."

Next to me I felt Logan tense up at Gory's confession, "Logan, don't. He's connected. Connected connected."

"Oh. Yeah, I was wondering. Didn't seem like you to shrug it off. Hey, so listen. Again...I apologize. I can be pretty dumb sometimes," He started backing away from me.

"It's a nice gesture, but it's gonna take some time this time," I sat down at the closest table to wait for Piz.

With Logan gone, I began to shake a bit after the confrontation with Gory. That however was interrupted by a commotion a little ways off in the cafeteria. I turned to see Logan pick Gory up by his shirt and then throw him onto the nearest table. After that, there was a series of punching and hitting that Gory couldn't even fight back. Satisfied at a job well done, Logan knocked a tray of food over on Gory's chest.

"You want to hear your friend apologize?" Logan asked me. I jumped to my feet. I couldn't believe what I had just witnesses as I looked between Gory and Logan.

"I'm not interested in his apology," I shook my head, looking down at Gory, "But I would like my pen back."

From the floor Gory yelled to Logan, "Whoever you are, you're going to die."

"Yeah, someday," Logan smirked before turning around. Behind him Piz had just stepped into the center of the circle shocked at what he had just seen, "Ah, Piz. Just who I was looking for. Listen, man. I am truly sorry...for everything."

Piz and I shared the same shocked glance at Logan's display. I wasn't sure why I was shocked because this wasn't the first time Logan had been there, sticking up for me, keeping me safe and I was pretty sure it wouldn't be the last. It was a tangle web I had weaved.

Suddenly, the room was spinning. Not in the 'I just got roofied' kind a way, but I was definitely on the verge of fainting. I clutched the table for some stability before easing my way back into my chair. Piz quickly appeared by my side.

"Veronica," He crouched beside me, one hand on my shoulder, the other on my knee, "Babe, are you okay?"

I nodded, keeping my eyes closed, "Just a little woozy."

"Come on," He took my hands in his and pulled me up from the chair, "Let's get you checked out."

I followed him but only because he was pulling me along with him and I was too lightheaded to fight back.

Piz stopped short and sat me down on a bench where I tried deep breathing to regain my balance.

"Um," He felt around his pockets finally producing his phone, "I'll call Wallace. I mean, I'm on pain meds and am in no condition to operate heavy machinery. You're all shaky and out of it. He can drive us to the hospital."

"Piz," I reached up and touched his hand, "Stop. I just need to lie down."

He shook his head, "I know you're afraid of the doctors and all but you really should get checked out. Just to make sure things are okay and everything. You've been working really hard lately."

"I know, I know," I agreed, "But let me lie down for a while. I'm just really tired. Maybe a little food will do me good too."

Piz allowed this as we made our way back to his dorm. My heart was racing and my eyes threatened tears. Before I knew it I was sitting on Piz's bed, my cheeks wet, rocking back and forth. Anxiety always had perfect timing.

He tried to soothe me while simultaneously making me a bowl full of Easy Mac. If I was in any other state I would have complimented his cooking talents but all I could do right now was hiccup and sniffle. I even let him feed me in the least sexiest way ever as boogers began to slide out of my nose.

This must have snapped me out of it because I ran to the mirror, box of tissues in hand, to clean up the mess I had created. Piz watched silent stealing bites of my food every now and then.

"Damn these hormones," I finally said, after completely composing myself.

He patted the seat next to him, "I think its cute."

"Cute?" I put my hands on my hip, "Ponies are cute. Crying uncontrollably? Not so much."

Piz slid up towards the head of the bed, lying down and shifting until his bruised body was comfortable. I followed suit, laying next to him. Slowly he slipped his arm under my neck and I snuggled in trying to get comfortable without disturbing his injuries. Subconciously my hand rested on my stomach. Noticing this, Piz moved his free hand to rest on top of it too.

"Have you ever thought of baby names?" Piz asked, breaking the silence, "I mean, doesn't every girl have that all planned out."

I let out a laugh, "Me? Just like every other girl? Ha!"

"Never?" Piz sounded astounded, "Not even recently."

"Honestly?" I rubbed his hand with my thumb, "It hasn't really hit me yet. Or maybe I haven't accept the fact that there is a little person growing inside of me."

He nodded with understanding, "Just imagine when this kid grows up we can tell it about our story. Its kind of epic."

That word. Epic. Of all the words he could have used to describe our relationship he had to choose that one. My love life was epic but not with Piz. And as hard as it was to hear that word come from his mouth, at least he meant it when he said it.

But I couldn't hear anything else. I placed a single finger over his lips, which he kissed in response, but did not speak another word as we laid together, recouping from the stressful day.