"Veronica Mars?"

"This is she."

"It's Tony Perreli, from the records department?"

"Tony! How glad am I to hear from you. Its been a while."

"Really, Veronica? Its been three days. Some of Miss Holliday's stuff is kept under lock and key."

"Interesting." Three days ago, when my suspicions around Heidi Holliday were first aroused, I did the regular background check I was able to. No such luck. Her records were buried deep, for some reason, and that reason intrigued me. I was also sure it had something to do the case. So I decided to call in an old favour, and as luck would have it, this favour seemed to be paying off. "What you got for me Tony? Something juicy?" I asked. I heard Tony Perreli laugh on the other side of the phone.

"Veronica Mars, what have you got yourself into?"

"I'm beginning to ask myself the same question Tony. So?"

"So, you might want to get a pen and paper handy, because I've got some very interesting infromation to tell you."

"What the heck am I watching?" I asked my dad, as I stuffed popcorn in my mouth as I sit down next to him on the couch.

"It's called Sharknado, and its hilarious" he replied. I turned to face him, and saw the mad grin spreading across his face.

"Ha ha ha, so funny" I laugh, shaking my head.

"Actually I was just channel-hopping until Field of Dreams is on. Now that's a great movie" he tells me. I laugh again. It's nice to sit down with my dad and watch a movie. Living in New York, I was pushing Neptune away. I hadn't realised that I was also pushing my dad away. He always jokes about he had to get hit by a car to get me to come back, but I don't laugh. I was cruel to him, rarely visiting, and if there's anything I've learned from Logan's time away, it's that phone calls and video chats aren't enough. Luckily, Logan comes back often enough. I can't say I did the same with my dad. I glance across at his beaming face. I'm happy he's here, and I wish it hadn't taken me so long to realise that. Home isn't a place, its the people. And my home couldn't exist without my dad. And Logan. And Mac, and Wallace, sometimes even Dick. And, without the baby, I guess. "So, are you going to tell me what's going on with you at the moment or do I have to tickle it out of you"

I'm slightly confused. "What do you mean?"

"Veronica, I'm your father, I know when something's up. and as long as you live under my roof, you live by my rules. Which means talking to me." He gives me a rather pointed look, and I shuffle awkwardly further down the couch. Should I tell him? About the baby?

No, I decide. I want to tell Logan first. Now I've got to think fast, because he's not going to let me leave this house ever again if I don't give him something. "Uh, okay, well, it kinda relates to that but, well, before Logan left, we were... thinking of moving in together."

"In his beach house?" dad asks, looking rather perplexed.

"No, we were thinking of buying our own place! Somewhere we could live for the rest of our foreseeable future together." I say, rambling.

He brow furrows as his face darkens and he takes hold off my hands. "Veronica, are you sure about this? I mean, I know you love Logan but I still worry about that boy"

"Man, dad. He's a man. And I'm a woman. We're adults. This time-"

"-This time, I know, your ready. It's different. But you have to see things from my point of view, Veronica. Every time you got back together, It's always, we're ready this time. Things will be different this time. A person can only say that so many times."

"I know, I know, but really, it is different this time, and I know what you're thinking, but just here me out, all right? Before, we were just kids, not ready for a proper relationship. We'd both lost our mothers, we'd both lost Lily. Logan had some anger issues. As much as I hate to admit it, I had trust issues. But we've grown since then, dad. We're adults. We've spent time apart, had real relationships. This time, it feels right. He makes me so happy-"

"I know I know, its just-"

"Just what?" I ask, temperamental. Okay, maybe I'm being a little harsh, but I'm tired of people second-guessing our relationship. Especially as we have already done that ourselves. Every time.

"I've just got you back. You spent all that time in the New York."

My voice softens. "Oh dad, I'm not going anywhere just yet. Not until Logan gets back. I'm mean, I'm hoping that within a year, y'know, we'll be in our own place but I'll still see you all the time"

He stops to consider this, me, his daughter leaving the nest but still near to see him every week. "Your sure about this?" he asks, looking into my eyes. I nod.

"Absolutely." I smile.

He adjusts the pillows on the couch, and takes a sip from his coffee. "Well, then I'm happy for you. Now, is there anything else bothering you, a certain case perhaps?"

"I see you've been talking to Mac."

"Yes, she filled me in on all the details. I have to say, I'm little worried about you sweetheart," he says, giving me a squeeze. I shrug his concern off.

"I'm fine, really, in fact, I'm great!" I beam, perhaps a little too happily.

"Great?" he asks. unsure. I decide to tell him the case news, though I'm sure Mac will scold me for not telling her first.

"Well, a friend of a friend got me some records of Miss Holliday, and I've learned some new information from that I need to follow up, but, if I'm correct, then I think this case is going to be closed pretty soon. Although, I don't know if I'm going to get paid, if what I think is going on is going on." I say. Thinking about it now, I may have to try and gleam that money from 'Heidi Holliday' now, otherwise the only person who can pay me is John Harris-Claude; and I really don't feel like begging to that poor man for money. Especially if I'm right about his so-called fiancée.

"Okay, Veronica. Start from the beginning. Please, don't spare any details, though Field of Dreams starts in twenty minutes." he laughs.

Mac's eyes are wide open with alarm, her hands running through her cropped hair unsteadily. She paces the office floor. I get up, and start making some coffee for her. That usually pulls her to her senses. And I'm going to need those senses to figure out the next step.

She gratefully takes the steaming cup from my hands, lips quivering, as she drinks the dark, bitter liquid. How I'll miss you coffee. But the mere smell is sending waves of nausea over me, so its better if I stay away.

After another ten minutes, Mac has stopped pacing, and was now biting her nails. I was on the internet, looking at baby booties. So small, so cute! Mac suddenly walked over to my desk and planted her hands on the wooden surface.

"So, let me get this straight. Twins?"