Well I know its technically Thursday and I'm sorry for being like 20 minutes late with my update but I was totally engulfed in this awesome VM story today reading the whole thing straight thru. Besides entertaining me on this rainy Wednesday, it also inspired me to get my next chapter out tonight even if I have work early tomorrow morning. If that doesn't scream dedication I don't know what does.

Enough with my drowsy babbling and on to the next installment to my twisting story. Individual reviews are on the bottom and without further ado the chapter.

So someone is tracking Logan. And for once, it wasn't me. But I know we'd both feel safer if it was.

"Okay," I pulled out my laptop, "Let's see who you belong to."

Typing in the serial number, I waited as the system searched for a name. Some times it paid to be a PI with a password.

John Dough. How clever. After finding the owner, it was time to check Mr. Dough out.

I silently cursed my horrible luck. John Dough died two months ago. With him out of the picture, it was going to be a little bit harder to track the tracker.

The only way left was to lore the culprit to me. With the tracker in hand, I couldn't even stop home to get Backup. This would not only anger my dad but Logan too, but I'd sleep easier at night if they didn't know where I lived.

Now the question was where I wanted to lead them. It had to be a semi-remote place, and Logan-like, with people to see me, in case thins got hairy.

Inside my car I drove with no real destination in mind. I probably knew Logan better than anyone but my mind went black to what the young Echolls would do on this fine Thursday afternoon.

I switched on the radio, only to hear Piz's voice on the Hearst radio station. When he was my boyfriend, I used to listening to his show. With all the effort I had put into not thinking about the events from earlier, Piz was not letting it happen.

As much as I wanted to listen to him debate about the local issues, like the scandalous sheriff elections, I had to keep my mission on the front burner. I tuned my radio to a different station, catching the tail end of a weather report.

"With the promise of rain looming over the Pacific, it won't be surprising to see ten foot surges all day."

I laughed at my utter stupidity. Of course the beach was the perfect place to find out who was behind the tire slashing.

Upon arriving at Dog Beach, I left the blinking device in my car. Moving to a bench with a clear view, I settled in to wait.

Twenty grueling minutes later, a car pulled through the small lot, slowing down but never stopping. After the second pass I knew this was my guy. Taking careful note of the license plate, I waited until the car was out of sight again to bail.

I placed the tracker under my tire before backing up. It was so satisfying to hear the plastic crumble underneath my Saturn's wheels. I stopped the car, opening my door and bending over to retrieve the crushed device. Though completely useless now, I wanted to be sure to return the expensive gadget to its owner. Now if only I knew who the goons in the Towne Car were.

That, however, was a mystery I could solve from the comfort of my own home. I couldn't wait to change into my comfy pajamas because I don't know when it happened but all of my pants have begun to cut into my stomach. Seeing as I hadn't even noticed it, I was sure other people hadn't either. Even though most of the campus already knew, I wanted to try to keep my baby bump undercover as long as possible.

The thought of more work seemed draining but luckily it was an easy license check. I hoped that these stalkers were not as good as me so that it was cut and dry and I could hit the sack early tonight.

At home, in my comfy pajamas, things were not as easy as I had wished. These stalkers were as good as me because along with using a tracking device licensed to John Dough, they also used his car. Coicidence you say? I think not.

"Hey Dad!" Two Mars brains were always better than one.

My door swung open, exposing my father to the pleasant scene, "What do you want?"

I stuck out my bottom lip, "I need some help."

"What was that you said?" He cupped his ear in his hand, "Did you just ask me for help?"

I shook my head, laughing, "Don't let it get to your head. Come here."

He crossed the room and sat next to me on my bed. He glanced at the computer screen, reading up on John Dough, his eyebrows furrowed, "A friend of yours?"

"Apparently he's tracking a friend of mine," I answered vaguely.

"Honey," He pat my shoulder, "You know he's dead right. And I'm sure a ghost can't hold a GPS."

I feigned shock, "Are you sure? Because apparently this ghost can operate a car too."

"How do you know that?" Keith switched into father mode.

Shit, I was caught, "They followed the tracker…to me."

"Veronica," He said sternly, "You don't know who this is or why they're stalking your friend and yet you put yourself and your baby in danger? That is one of the stupidest things you've ever done."

I shifted away from him, trying to distance myself from the tension, "I need to do this. I can't just sit around and watch my life pass me by."

"At the rate you're going, you're not going to have a life."

I shook my head, "Stop being dramatic, Dad. I know what I'm doing."

"Then why do you need my help?" He cocked an eyebrow.

"Because…because," I stuttered not wanting to admit defeat, "Because I need you."

"So fill me in," Keith turned the computer to better view the screen, "Who is your friend? How are they stalking them?"

I knew that there was no way he would help me without all the details so there was no point in continuing on with the 'friend' charade, "Their slashing Logan's tires no matter where he goes. I've witnessed it twice but I have a feeling those aren't the only two times. I told him I'd look into it and while taking pictures of his car, I found the tracker."

"Bad things seem to hover over that kid like a black cloud," Dad thought out loud.

"So, I took the tracker to the beach and this Towne Car, registered to John Dough circled the parking lot twice," I switched to the picture I had snapped of the lurking car, "Obviously, it's not Mr. Dough and that's where you come in. Work your magic."

I watched as my dad scooped my computer into his lap and went to work. He pulled up John Dough's autopsy report. Inconclusive. What we saw was 'murder'. Next thing we had to do was find something that would have led to murder.

"Bingo," My dad spoke, snapping me out of my investigative trance, "We have a criminal record."

Drug trafficking, money laundering, assault and stalker charges littered his record.

"And here I thought I had found the real life Pillsbury Doughboy," I pouted again, disappointed.

Dad shook his head again, "Do you see why this is dangerous? Whoever is using his equipment could've killed him. He seemed connected with something."

Connected.

"Dad!" I shot up, "Check to see if you can connect him to the Sorokin family."

Confused, Keith navigated thru the Google, "Looks like you didn't need my help after all. There are almost five hundred hits connecting the two."

I clutched my chest reading thru the descriptions of the articles. Though I didn't get all the details, I knew that Gory Sorokin Sr. was not someone you wanted to cross on the street. And the same definitely applied to his son.

"Honey," Dad eyed me cautiously, "What's up?"

I tried to shake the uneasy feeling in my stomach, "I solved the case. And I'm really tired."

"Are you taking care of yourself?" Keith narrowed his glare, "Sleeping enough? Eating healthy? Taking vitamins?"

I nodded, confirming all of the three, "Though I would love to get a few extra winks tonight."

He brushed my hair down, "Alright dear, sweet dreams."

I stretched out, cuddling under my blankets. My dad made his way back towards the door, placing my laptop on my desk on his way. He paused in the doorframe before shutting the light.

"Hey Dad," I half whispered but he heard, "Thanks for your help. I could've have done it without you."

"You're going to be just fine," Keith smiled pulling the door shut behind him.

When my alarm sounded the next morning, I felt anything but refreshed. It's hard to with my bladder waking me up at least once an hour to empty. The only thing that would've helped me through the day, I couldn't have. And boy did I miss caffeine.

Nonetheless, I pulled on my clothes, looked at myself in the mirror and was off to another day full of higher education. The first thing on my mind, however, was not my history exam but a certain guy I needed to track down. Ha, track.

I had been debating whether or not I should even tell Logan that it was Gory who was flattening his tires daily. On one side, I knew that Logan would want compensation, revenge because really the only thing Gory had against Logan was Logan beating the crap out of him for taping Piz and I. Clearly one was more wrong than the other, but I don't think Gory would want to shake hands and make up with Logan while forking over several hundreds of dollars for damages. If only it was that easy.

I resumed my inner debate on the way to campus deciding against telling Logan about his stalker just yet. First, I wanted to have a little one-on-one with Gory myself. Lord knows I couldn't make things worse.

"Hey Gory," I had spotted him immediately, seeing as he was surrounded by his usual goons, "Got a sec?"

He sighed heavily and it was apparent that he was not happy to see me, "What do you want, Mars?"

"You don't seem happy to see me…"

"Cut to the chase," He said sharply.

I stuck out my bottom lip in my perfected pout, "You don't seem happy to see me."

He began to stand up and I knew I was losing him. It was time to stop beating around the bush and be blunt and honest with the guy.

"Lay off Logan Echolls."

This got his attention but instead of quivering fear of my discovery he laughed in my face, "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Seriously?" I pulled the crushed tracking device out of my bag, "You're telling me this isn't yours?"

"I've never seen that thing before in my life," He said shaking his head before pausing to thing, "Oh wait, I have seen one of those before. In my room. I think you left it there on one of your visits."

I smiled sweetly, "Oh silly, this isn't mine. Trust me I wouldn't have smashed it. These things will set you back a couple hundred. Plus if you would've run its serial number, you'd find its not registered to me. But that's why I'm talking to you."

"Well if you can run the serial number to find out who it's registered to you probably already found that it's not registered to me," Yes, he made a valid point. These Russian mobsters sure were slippery.

"You're right," I quipped, "Does the name John Dough ring a bell?"

If he even squirmed under the pressure I was trying to put on him I had truly missed it because the guy was still cool as a cucumber, "John Doe huh? I'm sure if you swung by a few morgues or hospitals you can find a whole bunch of John Doe's."

"Dough spelled D-O-U-G-H," I corrected, laughing on the inside at his clever joke.

He shook his head, "Nope, can't say that I have."

"You have to say that don't you," I titled my head to the side, "Next time you track someone don't use things owned by a person you father offed."

His face hardened and his eyes narrowed on me. If he didn't feel the pressure before he sure did now. "You stupid girl."

"Girl, yes," I smiled, backing away, "Stupid? Well we both know that I'm not."

"We'll see about that," He yelled after my retreating figure.

Going up against our very own Russian mob boss' son was scary enough but actually talking with Gory had sent shivers down my spine. But it was his parting words that got the best of me. Practically running across campus, I was having a full blown panic attack thinking of all the things that Gory could and would do to me. I surely didn't have the money to keep replacing tires and I sure as hell didn't have a strong enough reputation to survive another sex tape, though there is no one that could star opposite of me.

"V," I stopped my mad dash at the sound of a familiar voice, "Are you okay? I've been calling after you halfway thru the quad."

"Yeah," I tried to mask my heavy breathing but was happy to be face-to-face with Wallace, "Just late for a history exam."

"Oh, okay," He eyed my skeptically, "But can we do lunch today? I'm feeling extremely out of the loop on my best friend's life."

"See," I smiled regaining my 'Veronica' composure and wit, "You do love me."

He laughed, shaking his head, "You're buying."

"Hey!" I yelled as he disappeared in a crowd of students, "I didn't bring that much money with me today."

"You should be like me," Dick popped up next to me donning a smirk, "I never leave the house without at least thirteen thousand."

I didn't even crack a smile as I stared him down, "Dick, that wasn't funny in high school and its even less funny now."

"Geez, don't go all hormonal on me," He said as I glanced down at my watch. Now I really was late for my history exam. Good thing my teacher thinks I'm God's gift to historians everywhere.

"As much as I'd like to respond to that, I have to go earn some grades," I turned away from the blonde boy, "You should try it."

Inside the building I cursed out loud. Not only was I late but I was also in the wrong building. Leave it up to my anxiety to get me in trouble. And damn my poor athletic skills. I should've joined track when I had the chance.

"Hey Veronica," Logan called after me as I ran past him with no acknowledgment.

"Why God? Why?" I threw my hands up in defeat. Obviously the fates were against me today.

Falling into step with me Logan proceeded with the conversation, "So any leads on the Great Tire-dini?"

I glanced at my watch again, quickening my pace, "Logan I really can't talk right now. Find me later."

As promised here are individual reviews for the last two chapters.

Adja: Thanks for your constant reviews. I know that Veronica doesn't really cry because well, she's Veronica but seeing as she hormonal I felt a few good cries are exactly what she needs. And like you said, anyone would cry in her situation. Also thanks for supporting the break up scene too! And trust me you're going to want to kick even more ass in the coming chapters.

Shakamia: Well as they say, girls tend to turn into their mother. I'm not saying that Veronica will turn out anything like Lianne but its just something I included for effect. And nothing angers me more than Veronica and Logan's relationship, especially in season three, so naturally I had to keep on with the pattern. But don't worry my Logan will have a better handle of Veronica soon enough.

Blairbear014: Oh my friend, I love all your ideas. But I also like Piz as the quirky, corny supporting character that he is. (Hence why I left him with his pride in the break up scene.) But I can't promise you a LoVe reunion just yet. I guess you'll have to keep reading the find out what happens with them…

Soapyjoes: Well thanks for the "Mommy" stamp of approval of the doctor scene, though there will be basically two more to avoid any possible butchering. And I really try to make my writing as realistic as possible so I don't do sugarcoating and what not so thanks for liking my break up scene as well. Hope you'll enjoy the exciting chapters to come!

Lillynoway88: Well I have to say you were my favorite review though for reasons listed at the top, I myself cannot say that this is the best VM story ever. But you are entitled to your opinion and I totally support that. I hope you still feel that way as the story progresses.

GlitterFairyPrincess: I just get so excited writing chapters that I pack things into one. I'm trying to spread it out a little more so that there's not too much excitement in one read but seeing as I only update once a week, I feel that you all need the extra excitement. And I'm also not as clever as the writers, so my this is probably the only mystery I will include in my story though its not really a mystery anymore. More of a conflict. An extremely juicy conflict.

Jenn6891: I can't say that Veronica and Logan will be getting back anytime soon. I mean come on, Piz just broke her heart. But don't worry there will be other things on her mind besides boys. And kudos to you for predicting where is was going. Damn my predictability!

Just a note to all, take that extra second to drop a review just to make me feel loved.