Mac walked over to one of the buffet tables. The fundraiser itself was fairly dull but she'd been pleasantly surprised by the wide range of vegetarian and vegan friendly food options. She was debating which to go for, the daikon patties or the socca cakes, when Dick bumped into her.

"Hey, Mackie. This stuff's pretty good, right?"

"Yeah. The wine too." She smiled and tried to think of something else to say. Like Logan had toasted to the previous night, she and Dick may have mended—built?—some bridges, but that didn't mean they were friends. Or that they really even knew each other. She cycled through all the topics she felt comfortable with and came up wanting. She quickly stuffed a shitaki nori roll in her mouth to hide her inability to make small talk.

"Dude, chill. We don't have to make awkward chitchat. In fact, where's Logan? He's super good at filling silences." Dick didn't look perturbed in the least, and that helped Mac relax more than anything else.

She laughed and nodded her head. "Yeah, you've got that right. Has he shown you any of his Vivian stuff?"

"Vivian? They have an open relationship? Sweet!"

"No, Dick! His book…the main character's name is Vivian. I guess that answers my question." Definitely time to find Logan…

"Huh. No, he hasn't mentioned it. He picked a name a lot like Ronnie's."

Mac snorted. Veronica was just going to love that. "You might want to refrain from calling her that to her face, Dick."

"Whatever, Ghostworld. I'm all about the nicknames. Love 'em or hate 'em. Actually, I think I prefer when people hate 'em." He laughed and turned in a small circle. "Well, wadda ya know? Logan and his lady have—" he held up quote fingers "—'mysteriously' disappeared. Bow chicka bow wow."

Mac's patience was nearing its end, and she was relieved when she saw Jeff approaching at a clipped pace. "Mac, Dick, when was the last time you saw Veronica and Logan?"

What kind of place has no goddamned takeout? Vinnie Van Lowe scrolled through his Google search. I'm so charging Richie Rich for this. He let his finger hover over the 'call' link for La Tra Vigne: Pizzaria, trying to decide if a quick run into the downtown to pick up a pizza would be a problem.

His finger made contact with his phone just as a large black SUV with limo-tinted windows pulled up to the gate of the estate he'd tracked the Lambs to earlier that day.

"Hello!" Vinnie grasped his binoculars and brought them to his eyes, discarding his cell phone. He followed the SUV up the drive. It parked and three burly-looking men clamored out hauling two limp bodies: a small blonde woman and a large dark-haired man.

"Fuck me sideways!"

Veronica woke with a shiver. She blinked her eyes rapidly, trying to make sense of her situation. At first all she could see were dark shapes, but slowly her vision adjusted and she was able to discern Logan's slack face just inches away from hers. Panic surged through her until she heard him take a deep breath. Alive. It was all that mattered. They were alive. Now to sort out this mess.

A careful stretch of her muscles revealed that she was not tied up, but was lying on a very cold stone floor. Veronica sat up and looked around. In the dim light she could see that every available surface was covered with wine racks and at the center of the room was a large wooden table.

Next to her Logan started to stir and rub at his neck. He sat up. "Veronica!"

"It's okay. I'm right here." She brushed her hand across his cheek. He leaned into her touch and turned his head to kiss her palm.

"What do you know?" he asked. She loved that about him. Right to the point. No 'are you okay?'.

"Not much. We're in a wine cellar. Maybe in a basement," she said, pointing to the stone and crossbeam ceiling.

Logan nodded, still rubbing at his neck.

"Does your neck hurt?"

"Doesn't yours?"

Veronica turned her head experimentally and didn't notice any pain; she touched her skin and found it to be only a little tender. "No, not really."

"They choked us out. I saw them carrying you, but I couldn't get to you."

Veronica scooted closer and then climbed into his lap. "Hey, it's okay. We'll figure it out."

Leo pulled onto the Bayshore Freeway heading back toward downtown San Francisco. Glancing periodically at his passenger. Finally, he'd had enough of the silence. "Look, buddy, I don't know who you are, but you need to get the fuck out of my car. I'm a Portland PD detective and people know where I am," Leo said, hoping he sounded confident.

The man reached into his pocket and Leo realized what a fool he was; his firearm was in the glove box.

"I'm law enforcement too. Cruz, Tom Cruz." An FBI badge flashed in Leo's face. "Now drive, D'Amato. I don't have much time, and unfortunately, we have quite a bit to talk about. Starting with what the hell you were thinking getting buddy-buddy with Chip Diller."

"Diller? Why do you care about him?" Leo asked, shifting the car into reverse.

Leo heard an audible sigh. "For the same reason you do. He's dirty. Head inland."

Leo nodded and made the turn out of the parking garage. "I'm pretty sure he set me up with that video. But what does that matter to the feds?" Leo was completely confused.

"Did you not read your little girlfriend's article? Sorry, ex-girlfriend."

"No. She writes about politics and I don't really like that stuff," Leo said.

"You really are useless. Well, we've got a bit of a drive ahead of us. I was hoping for a nap, but…I guess I can be nice and connect the dots for you." Tom reclined his seat a bit. "So I looked into you. You're a pretty even-keeled guy. Decent cop. No signs of illegal activity—ever. And then, out of nowhere, you steal police evidence. And not just any evidence, evidence associated with a case you have a very personal connection with. That sound about right?"

"Um…well, yeah. I didn't steal or copy those tapes. I don't even know what I was thinking watching them in the first place…"

"Me neither. Take the exit for the Bay Bridge. So you go with Diller, and he lets you watch the tapes. While you're bawling your eyes out over your lost love, he's making copies…or maybe he already had. I'm not sure. Either way, you're the perfect cover for him. You should have heard how happy he was when you—"

"Hold on! You knew he had those tapes of Veronica and you let him…you didn't warn her?" Leo turned to glare at Cruz.

Cruz shrugged. "It better served my end to let it go. I needed to actually catch him doing something illegal. And my wiretap on him…not exactly sanctioned." His hand waffled through the air.

Leo wanted to punch this guy in the face. He may be angry with Veronica over what had happened between them, but he hated that this had happened to her. "You are such an asshole. I'm turning around—"

"No, you're not. We're headed to see Veronica. There's about to be a big break in this whole thing, and against my better judgment, I need someone who's not associated with me to handle this. Someone with a vested interest. And you, my derpy detective, fit the bill."

"Well at least they had the courtesy to keep us in a wine cellar in the Napa Valley. Look at some of these bottles!" Logan said, turning to show her a bottle of 1982 Chateau Lafite-Rothschild Pauillac. "Do you see a bottle opener?"

Veronica sighed in exasperation. "No, I don't see a bottle opener."

After waking up in the cellar, Logan had gone from freaking out to a little manic and Veronica had no clue what to do about it. At this point a glass of wine sounded better than watching him continue to bounce around the room. It only took a few minutes before Logan managed to find an Ah-So opener tucked into one of the shelves.

"Won't make much of a weapon, but at least we can open a bottle," he said with a grin.

The discovery of the opener inspired Veronica to look around and see if she could find something larger or sharper, but a cursory examination didn't reveal anything of use beyond the furniture and wine bottles. Though, she was pleased to realize, that if held like you would hold keys in self-defense, the Ah-So might prove a better weapon than she'd originally thought.

"Wish they'd bring us an anti-pasto plate or something. I guess we'll have to settle for getting drunk with a $4000 bottle of wine." Logan smiled and poured out two glasses. "We should let that breathe." His voice had gone husky and his eyes seemed to linger over Veronica's body.

"You have got to be kidding me. We're being held hostage and you're horny? We had sex right before we were taken, in case you forgot."

"What? You look hot and my adrenaline is pumping. But don't worry, Bobcat, I have no intention of doing anything about it. When they come back in here I don't want us to be caught with our pants down." He laughed and moved closer, running his hands up and down her sides, sending little tingles of pleasure across her skin. He leaned in and kissed her softly on the cheek.

"Too bad, really," Veronica sighed. "Though, maybe drinking wine isn't the best idea either then?"

"Probably not. But whoever has us can't be too smart. We weren't tied up and they left us with a bunch of potential weapons, if you consider how heavy a wine bottle is. What do you think they want?"

Heavy footsteps landed outside the door and the sound of a key in the lock caught their attention.

"Guess we're about to find out. I say we request that anti-pasto first. You now, really hold out," Logan said as the door swung open to reveal Don and Dan Lamb.

Logan leaned back against the table and watched as the Lambs went round and round for what seemed like hours. The opposite of criminal masterminds, all these guys did was manage to get each other increasingly worked up with every passing moment.

"You've gotta tell the Sorokin's we didn't narc on 'em!" Don yelled in Veronica's face.

Much to Logan's surprise, she laughed right back into his. "You idiot! Who do you think told me you two were corrupt? Yelena Sukarenko."

The angry expressions dropped off both men's faces. "But we work for them."

Logan waited for one of them to get it. He turned to look at Veronica, who shrugged in reply.

"But…why would they do that?" Dan asked.

Don collapsed into one of the large chairs. "Go see the wizard, little brother, and ask him for a clue. They're mad we asked for a bigger cut."

Logan choked back a laugh; of course these two imbeciles would ask the fucking Russian mob for a bigger cut and then be surprised that they were getting cut out entirely.

Don jumped up and grabbed his brother's arm. "We have phone calls to make. You two just stay put and stop drinking the wine!"

"What about our food request?" Logan called as the door slammed shut; he was fairly certain he heard a muffled 'fuck off' in response.

"Okay, Bobcat. We've got some time to kill while they do whatever it is they're going to do. What say you fill me in on what's going on between you and Jake." Logan took a deep breath and tried to present himself in as relaxed a manner as possible. He really wanted her to open up, and so far in their relationship they'd done fairly well with communicating. He didn't want to let this go for too long.

Her eyes met his and she gave him a determined nod. "So, I thought Jake was acting weird toward me, but I tried to push it out of my mind. I convinced myself that I must have just been reading something out of nothing," Veronica said, pausing to take a drink of the wine. "This really is very good."

Logan nodded his agreement. "It is very good. I didn't notice Jake acting weird around you." Logan thought back to the two times Jake had interacted with Veronica and he couldn't recall anything out of the ordinary. Who are you kidding, Echolls? You were so excited about Veronica getting to meet someone else important to you that you might not have noticed if the whole Pirates Marching Band paraded through.

"Jeff told me about the prom thing last night. Jake owns the house my mom lives in too."

"You can't be serious!" Logan abandoned his lean and dropped into the closest chair. He couldn't believe this was happening. It was only supposed to be a few more months and he would be free of all the bad things left over from his childhood. But now one of the few people he'd trusted—cared for—was part of what had made Veronica's teen years so dark. The anger Logan had worked so hard to keep under control wanted to fill him, but he wasn't that lost teenager anymore. And he had someone who loved him and she needed him to keep it together. "God, Veronica." He took a deep breath and reached for her hand. "What're we going to do?"

"I'm just not sure. I asked Jeff to look into it some more." Veronica's hand gentled through his hair and she climbed into his lap. "I don't think we're going to get any real answers until I talk to my dad."

"Well, what a coinkydink. We'll be there in…" He tapped a watch that wasn't on his wrist, "five days. If we get out of here, that is."

"He and I are barely speaking as it is." Her little body deflated in his arms and she nuzzled his neck. "We never talk about my mom."

Logan held her tighter and kissed the top of her head. "It's going to be all right. Right now let's worry about one thing at a time."

"I don't care. Get here now," Jeff said into the phone. His voice had the edge that Mac had come to recognize as his 'I'm furious, and you're about to get it' voice.

Dick tapped Mac's shoulder. "What's going on? Why would someone take them?"

Mac took a deep breath and wished that Logan had explained to Dick what was going on. "Veronica pissed off some scary people. We're not entirely sure what's going on—"

"Mac!" Jeff's voice had her turning around yet again. She headed over to join him, now that he was off the phone. "That was Vinnie, and we may just be in luck. You'll never guess who showed up at the house he was watching the Lambs at."

"Well, do I have to tip you over or are you going to spill it on your own?"

"Two people had to be carried into the house. A small blonde female and a tall brunette male…sound familiar?"

"Shit! Well, where are they?"

Veronica released her hold on Logan and stood up, deciding to inspect the room more closely than she had before. It was your typical über rich wine cellar, containing what appeared to be more than a thousand bottles.

"So, Vivian, how do we get out of this mess?" Logan asked.

"Well, we know the Lambs aren't very smart. I mean, look at this room. There are quite a few things we could use as weapons, from the wine bottles themselves to the chairs." She indicated the chair Logan was currently occupying as well as half a dozen more around the large wooden table. "In fact, I bet we could use the table and chairs to barricade ourselves in here if we need to. They're eventually going to figure out that we're of little use to them."

"Speak for yourself, babe, I could be worth a fair bit of ransom. If for no other reason, Daddy would pay it for the media attention. Jake too; for both of us apparently, though for different reasons."

Veronica nodded. They knew their kidnappers, but surely someone at the fundraiser had seen them being taken, so she assumed the identity of their abductors wasn't a secret. "Killing us won't accomplish anything, so ransom seems like the best option if the Lambs are hoping to get out of the country. Both the Echolls and the Kanes could easily arrange that."

"Indubitably, my dear Watson."

"No way! You're the writer, and I'm the investigator. I so get to be Sherlock!"

Logan stood, wrapping his arms around Veronica, spinning them in a little circle, and kissing her on the nose. "Only if you promise to let me get you one of those hats."

Veronica couldn't help giggling at his antics and reached up to kiss him, letting herself get lost in the safety and warmth of Logan's arms. Logan gently set her back down and brushed some stray hair out of her face.

He was gazing down at her softly when his eyes widened unexpectedly. "You know, at Jake's the wine cellar has a 'secret' passageway that leads out to the pool."

"Really? Do you think that's a common thing?" Veronica asked.

"I'm not sure. The previous owner was really into spy novels and thought it would be fun. I know if I had the chance to put in a secret passageway I would totally do it. Want to check and see if there's anything like that in here?"

Veronica hopped in place, her excitement at having a task propelling her forward.

They both began walking in opposite directions around the rectangular room, carefully inspecting each alcove. One alcove was just a wet bar, another had more glasses, and finally Veronica came to one that was a combination of books and what appeared to be the filing system for the wine. She was checking out some of the books when she noticed that the texture of one of them felt wrong. You've got to be kidding me.

"Logan, come here. I found a cliché."

She waited for Logan to join her in the little alcove before she pulled the fake book forward. There was a loud click and the bookcase pulled away from the wall like a door.

"Holy shit! This is the coolest thing ever!" Logan said, pushing in front of Veronica and entering the dark room, which lit up after a few seconds. "Found the light switch," Logan said proudly, smiling broadly at her.

It was a smallish room with more books, a flat screen TV, club chairs and a beautiful wall-mounted humidor. Logan opened the humidor and was admiring the large collection of cigars. Veronica checked the walls and ceiling, but she didn't notice any special ventilation and yet the room didn't reek of smoke.

She continued looking around the room and discovered why: there was yet another door disguised as a bookcase. It swung open and led out to a small private patio with a little fountain. Yahtzee.

Logan disappeared back into the cellar and returned moments later with two bottles of the same wine they'd had earlier. He reached into the humidor and shoved several cigars into his jacket pocket. Veronica stared at him, confounded by his behavior. "Are you kidding me?"

Logan's arms wrapped around her waist and he kissed her neck. "What? They're Cuban. Come on, Bobcat, let's blow this popsicle stand."

Leo watched the flurry of action taking place around him. Shortly after he and Cruz had arrived at the property where Logan and Veronica were being held, Cruz had called in a task force. Now Leo was part of a fairly large group of law enforcement agents working together to recover the couple. To say that Leo was upset after Cruz had finally admitted that Veronica had been abducted would be an understatement.

His unhappiness at the situation was tempered only slightly now that there was a whole team of people preparing to breach the house if the two rogue agents, Don and Dan Lamb, didn't turn themselves over.

"Leo, right?" a nondescript man, with slightly curly hair asked as he approached.

"Um…yeah. That's me."

"Jeff Ratner." A hand appeared in front of Leo. "I'm a friend of Veronica and Logan's. You seem a bit nervous."

"What? No, of course not. I've got this whole thing under control." It was the line Cruz had insisted Leo give. But despite being presented as being in charge, Leo had no idea what was going on and he was terrified that Veronica was going to end up hurt.

Ratner leaned in and said in a low voice, "I know Cruz is running the show. Don't worry; I won't say anything. I just wanted to offer you some reassurance. The breaching team knows what they're doing, and Logan and Veronica…well, they can be pretty wily."

"Veronica? No, wily is not a word I would use to describe her."

"You seem like a nice enough guy, some less-than-intelligent decision making aside, so I'm going to give you a little advice. Do as you're told. Stay out of the way. And this is all going to turn out just fine." Ratner patted Leo on the shoulder and walked away, his head shaking as he shoved his hands in his pockets.

Logan held Veronica's hand tightly and peeked around the corner of the house. The stucco wall scraped his cheek as he looked to see if they could make it around to the side of the house. He thought they should make a run for it. It was now clear that they were being held in one of the many hillside mansions that dotted the valley landscape. They weren't far from where they'd been taken from, but unless Logan could secure some transportation or find a phone, it was going to be a long walk back. Though Ratner was sure to be hot on their trail, assuming there was a trail to follow. Logan looked down at the bottle of wine clasped in the hand that wasn't holding Veronica's, suddenly wishing he'd picked a cheaper bottle as a weapon in case he actually had to use it against the Lambs.

"I don't see anyone or any cameras. But that doesn't mean there aren't any," he said in a low whisper.

Veronica leaned past him and then back. "I say we go for it."

"On three?" Veronica nodded. "One…Two…Three—"

A loud crash came from the front of the house followed by a booming voice: "We will breach if you do not come out with your hands up!"

"Holy shit, I guess the Calvary finally arrived."

"So what should we do? Head out front and wave?" Veronica asked, looking back the way they'd just come.

"Um…I guess? They can't negotiate like we're hostages if we're already out."

"I'm a little disappointed…now the FBI is going to take all the credit for our rescue." Veronica pouted out her lower lip.

Logan ducked down and grabbed it with his teeth, giving her lip a gentle tug, and then kissed her. "I'll put it in my next book. Make sure you get the credit for finding our way out of there."

She smiled up at him and squeezed his hand. "Lead the way. And I guess maybe we should put our hands up so we don't get shot."

Logan adjusted the wine bottles in his coat pockets so they wouldn't tip out. "Good thinking, Bobcat! And don't get lost in the crowd. I've still got plans for you tonight."

Veronica dropped onto the small fainting couch in her and Logan's bungalow, letting the late morning light warm her. It was the first bit of privacy she'd had since they rescued themselves from their kidnappers. Hours of talking to the police had left her weary and more than a little annoyed. And now Logan was stuck on public relations duty, helping his father's publicist draft a statement that would 'preserve the Echolls brand'. Veronica snorted at the ridiculousness of it all.

But, despite all the frustration, she also had an almost overwhelming feeling of gratitude. If one had to be kidnapped, being held by incompetent assailants in a well-stocked wine cellar with hidden passages was certainly the way to do it. There was no denying that they'd gotten lucky; it could have been so much worse.

The reality of how bad it could have been had her reevaluating some of the decisions she's been making lately. She'd been naïve to trust a source without better confirmation of their motives. And she should have thought twice before getting involved with Agent Cruz. Finally, and arguably most importantly, there was the issue of not sharing what she'd been doing with Logan. The latter was a mistake she knew that she couldn't afford to make again, especially in light of the latest revelations about her mother. She was going to need Logan by her side to get through the coming weeks. If she wanted to be there for him, for better or worse, she knew that they'd have to face head-on whatever was going on between Jake Kane and her mother. On top of all that, there was the prospect of more upcoming drama with his father and hers. Nothing's ever easy…

Veronica's phone began to vibrate from where it lay on the dresser. She stretched and made her way over to it, not really planning to answer but wanting the option.

'Katherine' it said. She stared at the phone waiting for the call to go to voicemail, and finally for the voice message alert she knew would come.

"Veronica, I need you to know that I never intended for you to be hurt in the way you have. My family…what they have done…the Lambs. I want you to know that if there is ever a way I can make any of what has happened up to you, you need only ask. Take care, Veronica Mars."

Logan sat back in his chair. The sun was sinking lower in the sky, setting shadows across the deck while still filtering light through the trees, highlighting random spots across his line of sight. A full day had passed since their kidnapping, which seemed more of a weird dream now than anything else. The Lambs had surrendered in record time after finding out that Logan and Veronica were gone. And Leo had been there and was somehow in charge.

A cloud moved off and the light caught in Veronica's hair, creating the illusion of a halo. Logan smiled at the sight of her, cheeks pink from the wine. He reached out and took her hand, smoothing his thumb across her knuckles as she continued to discuss the real estate and housing market with Dick and Ratner. Mac was curled in Ratner's lap, her eyes shut, though the occasional quirk of her lips suggested she was awake.

Veronica squeezed his hand, bringing his gaze back to her. She was acting like everything was fine. Maybe it was, for now. But they'd had two close calls and the upcoming months weren't likely to be easy, if the two hours planning strategy with Parker and Aaron were any indicator.

He watched her lips curl in a smile at something Dick said, hair falling across her cheek. Logan reached out and brushed her wavy hair behind her ear; she leaned into his touch and his heart skipped a beat. The smallest things had that effect these days. He was hopelessly in love with her and there wasn't a thing he would change about it.

"Oh no. I know that look," Dick laughed, startling Logan.

"Hmmm?" Logan asked, looking to his oldest friend, and spotting the familiar smirk.

"That's the patented 'Logan wants his lady' look." Dick continued to laugh and started to stand up. "Come on, Jeff, let's go play a round of golf. If you can wake Mac up she can be our designated cart driver."

Mac stood. "No way am I the designated driver. Can't we get a caddy?" Mac asked, heading into the living room.

Logan was so focused on the woman before him that he only vaguely heard Dick's laughter fading away into the distance. Veronica shook her head when Logan turned back to look at her.

"What?" Logan complained.

"He's right. That's the look you always get before…" Veronica giggled, her cheeks darkening a hue.

Logan shook his head also and felt a smile slowly creep across his face. They had a point. He pulled Veronica's hand up to his lips and pressed a gentle kiss to her fingers, then with a bit more pressure, he urged her out of the chair and to him, settling her in his lap.

"Seriously, Logan? You are so easily distracted." Veronica tickled his sides.

"Only by you." Logan lifted her into his arms and began walking back to their room. He opened the door and flicked the lock one handed, his lips busy on Veronica's neck, enjoying her breathy little moans.

Logan moved to stand in front of a low dresser with a large mirror and then set Veronica down in front of him. He turned her to face the mirror and ran his hands down her arms.

"What do you think you're doing, mister?" she asked, leaning her head back against his chest.

"Seducing you?"

"Was that a question? I'm more of an action girl," Veronica said, meeting his eyes in the mirror. He pulled the t-shirt dress she was wearing over her head, revealing matching white and blue lace lingerie.

Logan used one arm around her waist to pull her into his body, grinding his erection against her firm ass as his other hand moved to her lace covered breast, gently tweaking her peaked nipple through the fabric. "Is that better?" he asked, nipping at her neck, never breaking eye contact.

"Mmhmm, much better."

Logan unbuttoned his jeans and kicked them and his boxers off quickly. "We probably don't have long before someone disturbs us," he whispered into her ear, slipping his fingers under the lace and into her wet folds.

"They can wait," Veronica breathed out on a sigh. "I've had enough of other people."

Logan stroked into her more urgently. Finding her more than ready for him, he gently urged her to brace on the dresser, and quickly removed her lingerie. "Me too, Veronica. Me too," he said, positioning himself at her entrance and slowly pressing into her heat. "Why can't the world just be us?"

"Maybe someday it can be." Veronica brought her hand to his neck, arching, and deepening their connection. "Can you afford a tropical island? We could move far away and never look back." Logan thrust harder at her words. "You and me…No crazy exes…no difficult family…" she panted.

He gripped her hips and moved faster, deeper, his breath coming in harsh gasps. "No kidnappers." Logan held himself back, feeling the flutter of Veronica's approaching orgasm. "I can't yet. But someday…maybe." He stroked up hard and bit down on her neck, her climax making her whole body tremble and taking him with her.

"Someday."

A/N: Thank you all for sticking with this despite the long wait for these last couple of chapters. Huge (seriously huge) thanks to Bondopoulos and Marshmallowtasha for helping me get through my writers block and plotting issues with this sucker. They were amazing and went through multiple versions of these last few chapters while I struggled to get the characters to cooperate. Thank you ladies!

Now you may we wondering but what about [insert open story line]? Well, the answer is: there is a third part to this series. I have an epilogue to go with this story (Thanksgiving with the Marses) that I will post when part 3 is ready to go.

A/N2: update June 2016 :) I have gotten some really sweet and cute messages from quite a few of you asking when the epilogue and part 3 will be going up, and also where you can pester me about them. As for pestering me I'm over on Tumblr with the same handle feel free to pester away :) I love interacting if you all! And as for when the update will post as for right now I think (my goal at least) is to post the Thanksgiving epilogue around actual Thanksgiving. Sooner of course if I finish but that's the timeline I'm currently working under. Just remember when I do start posting it means I've finished writing part 3 so there won't be big delays like there were for part 2 :) Thank you again to all the new people reading this and everyone re-reading it! Every time it gets a new follower/favorite or new comment it gives me more inspiration for part 3!