A/N – The characters you know and love aren't mine – but you knew that. All the crazy OCs that you could do without (but I couldn't), those are mine

This is Dingo Johnson with your Neptune morning surf report. Modest scale mix of WNW swell, with waist-shoulder high waves at exposed points on right tide. Expect onshore flow this afternoon, so if you want to get some action, get out there now.

5:30AM and Logan couldn't sleep. He shifted listlessly on the plush bed. His shipboard bunk smaller and harder, he tried blaming his discomfort on what he had become accustomed to. Grabbing his phone, Logan admitted defeat. He couldn't sleep because of her.

"What the frak!" He swore out loud, frantically swiping between screens. Veronica's number was gone. Not saved in his contacts, not as part of the group texts. It was surgically removed from his phone. Getting out of bed he started pacing the room. Down the hall he could hear Casey and Dick still playing video games. He could go out there, casually steal one of their phones and reclaim her number. He could go out there, raging that the girl was messing with his mind, again. Taunting him by providing her number, only to magic it away with her secret spy techniques. That way lie madness, or at least the bottom of a bottle of tequila.

Anguished, Logan picked a third option. He slipped on swim trunks and a hoodie and exited to the back deck. His board and wetsuit were still sitting out. Grabbing them, he walked around the side of the house. He didn't want to use Dick's beach, where the others might come down and find him. Where they might call him out. No, Logan knew there was only one place for him to go.

Pulling into the small parking lot, Logan smiled grimly at the faded sign, paint peeling from exposure to the California sun and sea air. Dogbeach.

He grabbed his gear and headed to the surf, wasting no time in heading to the water. Logan paddled out, and let his thoughts be consumed with blond hair, blue eyes, and a smile both wicked and kind. His Veronica surrounded him like the ocean. Over a decade of memories, seeing her on the beach with Lily, tossing her in the water, trying to teach her to surf, convincing her to skinny dip. This was one of their spots, maybe she would come to him, and maybe she would know how badly he needed her.

~~~~~LoVe~~~~~

Veronica stopped by the suite, and left a quick note on the kitchenette's counter. Gone for a morning run, back soon, OJ is in the fridge. Grabbing her camera, Veronica headed to the valet station and had the rental pulled around.

The parking lot was mostly deserted, only a large black pick-up at the far end. She smiled, feeling anticipation well-up in her. Veronica parked next to it, the small silver sedan non-descript, and hidden by the truck's bulk from the beach. Taking out her camera, for a plausible excuse, if nothing else, Veronica began walking towards the beach.

The sand was empty, the waves softly crashing against the shore. She could see a loan figure in the surf. "Logan" she breathed his name into the air. As if spurred to life by her whisper the figure popped up beginning to ride the swell. She smiled at the graceful power of the motion. Veronica lifted her camera to her eye, the telephoto lens bringing the figure she knew so well clearly into view. She snapped several photos, before turning and putting the camera in the car.

Bad boys bad boys, what you gonna do…Veronica's cell phone screamed to life, discordant in the morning quiet. Jay's ringtone loud. She looked at the screen and contemplated swiping left. It would be so easy to send it to voice mail, blame it on sleeping off a hangover. No one would blame her. Hell Jay might congratulate her on a night of debauchery. He was probably just calling to mess with her anyway.

Bad boys bad boys, what you gonna do…Sighing, Veronica answered. "This better be good Virk."

"Blondie, it is better than good, so I hope you forgive me." Her partner sounded too alert for this time of morning."

"Out with it, time is a wasting, and I am missing a perfectly good beach sunrise."

"It's the Xerab Cell. We got them, and we got the warrant. The raid is happening in less than 3 hours in San Diego. You need to be here now."

She let out a low whistle, "Xerab? You're sure?"

"Positive."

Veronica looked with longing at the ocean, the figure had already finished its run and was paddling out. She sighed, "Yeah, I am getting on the highway now. You better have breakfast waiting for me."

She threw the phone into the passenger seat and climbed in. It was too early to call Mac and let her know, too early to make all the apologies she was going to have to do. So she let herself cry as she pulled onto the 101 south. "I am sorry Logan," she whispered to the empty car.

~~~End~~~~

a/n Alright, so you may or may not know that this story was birthed by a reader of Vegas commenting about the photo of Logan on Veronica's mantel, and wondering what would have happened if they didn't miss out on another 5 years. So the actual Surf Report story is done, but I have 1 maybe 2 chapters left where in another world that phone call with Jay went very differently – stay tuned…after that I will get The Meadows started, and I will carry on with my Harry Potter (I mean Draco Malfoy) experiment – check it out (please?)