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Author's note: chapters 16 and 17 are transitioning chapters and you need to remember that. because there will be alot of exposition in these two chapters. they will deal mostly with the search for Veronica. There is however some Duncan in this chapter, some very creepy Duncan at that, you've been warned.

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Mac

I'm a lover not a fighter.

Well actually I'm not either. Well at least I haven't been till recently, on both accounts.

But that's not the point, the point is that I have never been in a fight in my entire life, its not something I've every really condoned.

But can you really blame me? V is my best friend, I love her and that bitch is the reason she is gone.

And yes, I am aware that I just called Meg 'the angel' Manning a bitch, but like I said, can you really blame me?

When I saw those files I got pissed, she'd known about him and she'd lied. She'd lied to me, she'd looked straight into my eyes and flat out lied, after everything we had done for her. When she handed Logan those last three reports I almost screamed because the only thing I could think of was what Duncan could be doing to her at that moment, what Veronica was going through and the fact that she might never be the same.

So I lost it and I did the only thing I could think of, I socked the bitch in the face.

And when she dropped I thought to myself;

that was for V,

damn that felt good,

and holy fucking shit my hand hurts!

Logan

When Mac hit Meg I almost choked.

I didn't know Mac had it in her, but damn was I proud. I was so fucking livid I would have done it myself if she hadn't been a girl.

But I'd be lying if I said I wasn't scared to death right in that moment, knowing what he was actually capable of made everything worse.

I was trying like hell not to imagine what she could be going through, what he could be doing to her. Just the thought of him touching her made me physically ill, but the worst part was that no matter what I was feeling or thinking at the time…whatever she was experiencing was far worse.

So I just kept telling myself that I would get her back, that I would fix it, fix it all and then he would pay.

And then out of nowhere the door to my suite burst open and a very unhappy looking Weevil came right at me and got right in my face.

"What the fuck rich boy! Would you like to explain to me why one of my boys saw V being tossed into a car by Duncan Kane."

When he was done I just smiled at him and I was pretty sure he was gonna hit me.

But I didn't care, because for the first time in my life I was happy to see Eli 'Weevil' Navarro.

Weevil

I couldn't believe he fucking smiled at me.

His girlfriend was missing and he was fucking smiling at me. I swear to god, he is the most obsessive and overprotective guy she has ever dated, and he was smiling.

And then I realized he was happy to see me…and that just made me want to hit him even more.

Now normally, I'm not one for self composure and I wouldn't have had any remorse for hauling off and knocking him to the ground. But I didn't…because when he answered my question he also asked for my help.

"Duncan took her and I need you to help me find her."

I stood there for a second trying to digest what he had just said.

He had asked for my help.

Don't get me wrong I loath Logan Echolls…but Veronica Mars…Veronica Mars is my girl.

And for her…I'd do just about anything, even work with this obligatory psychotic jackass.

So I smiled back at him. "How about we start small Richie Rich? How about you tell me how and why this happened."

"Gladly Paco, take at seat."

It was a very strange moment to say the least.

Logan

Don't get me wrong I loath Weevil, more than anyone.

But Veronica Mars…Veronica Mars is the love of my life.

And for her….I'd do anything. And I knew that he would help regardless of our issues with each other and we needed all the help we could get.

I told him to take a seat and then I turned to CW.

"If you need to make the call I understand, but I'm not happy about it."

He just looked at me, nodded and left the room. It's not that I have an issue so much with Jake Kane, I just don't trust the family. Can you really blame me?

As we sat down I realized that Meg was now standing by the door unsure of what to do. I could have been nice and allowed her to help, let her make amends for what she had done, for the information she had withheld. But honestly, I didn't care how she felt at that moment. We had all done so much to help her, risked so much and what had she done? She'd screwed us over.

If she'd told us what she knew we might have been able to stop it from happening, but she didn't and thanks to her Ronnie was gone. So I ignored her as did everyone else.

Well, everyone except for Weevil that is, he looked at her and you would have thought he'd seen a ghost. That lasted about 30 seconds and then he turned to me and told me to start yapping, so I did.

When CW came back into the room I told him to take her home, it wasn't even a question, it was an order. I think Dick's heart stopped and I really thought CW was going to yell at me, but he didn't, he just grabbed her arm, walked out the door and said he'd be back.

After they were gone we got back down to business, I told Weevil everything, well, the Cliffs Notes version at least and he agreed to help.

Even though Weevil wasn't with the PCHers anymore he still had contacts so he made dozens of calls, unfortunately no one had seen anything yet. But we just kept going, racking our brains for even the smallest detail we may have forgotten.

When CW returned he informed us that his team had found nothing, all of the properties had been searched and no evidence had been found. Mac hadn't had any luck with Duncan's credit cards either, so she decided to work on his rental car instead. She hacked into the rental agencies records to find out what kind of car he was driving and the license plate number, but unfortunately, that was all we could get from the rental. It didn't have a GPS tracking unit on it, so we did what we could with the information we had found and both CW and Weevil made some more calls.

About 30 minutes later Weevil received a call that the car had been seen heading towards Mexico and my heart dropped. If they made it out of the country we might never find them and I wasn't willing to risk that, so I made a phone call of my own.

I couldn't call the Sherriff, so I called the next best option.

And its not who you would think. I didn't call Keith, I was to afraid to call him, he would probably castrate me for not calling him 3 days earlier.

I called Leo.

Leo

Let me make this clear.

I am not Logan Echolls' biggest fan. In truth, I'm not a fan at all.

I can't stand the juvenile delinquent, well ex-juvenile delinquent.

As petty as it sounds I still blame him for my break up with Veronica and I blame him for everything terrible thing that has ever happened to her.

I never understood what she saw in him, but that was beside the point, because when he told me what was going on I had to help, I just couldn't say no.

It was like Veronica was standing right in front of me doing that fucking head tilt that drove us all crazy, so I agreed. I notified the border patrol, faxed them pictures of Veronica and Duncan Kane and then I put out an APB for the rental car.

He actually thanked me, so I told him I'd keep him posted.

When I got off the phone I prayed to god that they would find her, because I wasn't ready to face a life without Veronica Mars. Even if she'd never be mine.

Logan

8 hours

It had been 8 hours since she'd been taken.

8 hours of worrying and praying and hoping.

8 hours of shear torture.

We hadn't heard anything and I know that in some cases no news is good news, but I was having a hard time dealing with that at the moment.

We all just sat there waiting for something, anything that might give us an idea of where to go next.

And after 8 hours I found myself lying on my bed, our bed, trying to keep the evil thoughts at bay and it wasn't working very well.

Everyone else was sitting in the living room just trying to be strong and I was in there hiding from the world.

But suddenly I realized something as I laid there. Me doing nothing, was not ok, I needed to get off my ass and do something.

I was going to get her back.

Because it's what I do best.

Jake Kane

I am a very smart man.

It is important that you remember that.

Yes, I have made mistakes, that is true.

But people tend to underestimate me, they believe that I rely on others to do my dirty work. Well I can assure you that I am quite capable of doing my own and I can safely say that I have gotten quite good at it.

So good in fact, that not even my head of security Clarence Weidman knew what I'd been up to, that was evident by his recent actions.

I'd been notified that he'd called in the security team to search for Veronica Mars, so I was expecting his call.

I didn't bother to sound concerned, he would have seen right through that, so I simply told him he could use whatever resources he needed but that I would not be aiding him in any way.

After all it was my own son who had taken her, if I had to choose over the two its obvious which one it would be.

In fact I'd known about everything that had happened since he returned to town. Being rich and powerful does have its advantages afterall.

You might wonder why I stopped trusting Clarence with Duncan's indiscretions, well that is easy.

I discovered that Meg Manning was alive a year ago. I will not tell you how, not because it doesn't matter, but because it doesn't concern you, all that matters is that I knew.

It didn't take long for me to connect Clarence to her disappearance, in fact I had full knowledge of every conspirator involved. So I just sat back and waited, I knew they would make a mistake eventually.

It was around that time that I started covering Duncan's tracks for him. Why? Because he is my son and that is what fathers do. I had already lost a daughter, he was all I have left and Clarence could obviously not be trusted with the job anymore.

When my files were stolen, I knew it was only a matter of time and if there is one thing I pride myself on it is my ability to wait.

What was I waiting for?

Well this time, I actually was waiting for someone else to do my dirty work for me. To get rid of that little blond pain in my ass, because every time I turned around she was causing problems for me.

I knew that once Duncan discovered Meg was alive he would come to Neptune and he would come for Veronica. He would think he could just whisk her away, live a fairy tale life.

But I knew that wouldn't be the case, she would be her normal stubborn self, he would go into a rage that would lead to her demise and then I would be there to pick up the pieces and get Duncan out of the country. He would never be held responsible and I would never have to deal with Veronica Mars ever again.

So far my plan has worked, it wouldn't be long.

I disn't know where he had her, but I did know that he would call, because the ending to the story is predictable, it always had been.

Because I am a very smart man.

A very rich, smart man

But if there is one thing I am not.

I am not a good man.

Duncan

She had awoken only once in the car and he'd had to hit her again. Had he been more prepared he wouldn't have needed to, but obviously it had all been spur of the moment.

He knew where he was going, he hadn't planned it but he was lucky because had a place that would be perfect.

He could take her there and hide her for as long as he need, as long as it took to win her over and he would win her over, she would be his, as far as he was concerned she already was. After all half the battle was over, she was in his possession and she didn't have her friends around to poison her mind about him. It was just the two of them, the way it was meant to be.

He had glanced at her occasionally during the drive. She had looked so peaceful, even though her face was starting to bruise her beauty still shone through. She was just lying in the passenger seat with the seat back down, wrapped in nothing but the semi shear curtain that allowed him a slight peak at her naked form. He hadn't taken the time to appreciate it earlier, he hadn't had the time, but he would have plenty of time for that later anyways.

He was still mad at her of course, for trying to deny the truth, for not thanking him for killing Madison, for being so unbelievably ungrateful. But she would make it up to him, he would make sure of that.

He kept driving, occasionally straying off course in hopes that if they were trying to find them, and he knew they were, that the deviation from his route would cause some delay and in the end the hour and a half drive had become a three and a half hour drive. When he finally arrived at their destination he carried her inside, up the stairs to the master bedroom and then went back down to the car to grab the clothes he had brought for her. When he returned to the bedroom he put everything in the dresser except the pajamas that Lilly had bought for her.

He walked over to the bed, pulled her up against him, brushed her hair and then laid her back down.

When he removed the shower curtain he just stared at her for a few minutes enjoying what he saw, imagining what he could, and would, do to her, how it would feel.

But he didn't act on it. No, he had wanted to do it right, to make love to her the right way. So taking his own sweet time and letting his hands wander only a little, he dressed her and laid her back on the bed.

As he went to leave he leaned down and kissed her forehead, it shouldn't be too much longer, he thought.

He was going to make her so happy.

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Author's note: When I first posted this story I didn't like this chapter, I rewrote it twice before I posted it. I still don't love it but I definitely like it a lot better now. I hope you enjoyed it!

Also I know that this is a very somber chapter, but in chapter 17 they will start actively looking for V and some of the humor will return in the form of Dick Casablancas.