A/N: HI HI! Okay, so I'm kind of the worst and totally let this story sit forever. But I'm back. I've got a few more chapters planned. Hopefully they'll be coming every week or maybe every other week. But I hope you enjoy this!
Summary: Logan and Veronica's conversation when they get to her apartment.
Rating: T for language (that's pretty much it)
Disclaimer: I own nothing!
Logan was surprised to find Veronica's apartment furnished nicely but devoid of any personal decorations. There wasn't even a picture of Backup or her father anywhere.
"Have a seat," she said with a hint of authority. "I'll be out in a minute."
Following orders, he made himself comfortable on the oversized couch, quickly texting Dick that he had gotten detained and would join them eventually. Veronica emerged in a set of baggy sweats and had removed what Logan now knew was a wig. Her blonde hair was down, wavy from being tucked into a wig cap.
"I assumed you'd dyed your hair," he commented conversationally as she took a bottle of bourbon and two glasses from her bar. "So did the FBI not work out? I'm sure there's got to be more lucrative options than a burlesque club. What with that Stanford degree and all."
She stared at him as she sat next to him, clearly waiting for him to finish.
"Are you done?"
"Yes. Had I mentioned that it's good to see you, Veronica?"
She gave him a half smile.
"It's good to see you too, Logan."
"How does dear old Piz feel about your new gig?" Logan prodded.
Veronica opened the bourbon and poured, "Wouldn't know. We broke up three months after I left for Stanford."
"I'm sorry to hear that." He tried to sound genuine as he accepted the glass.
Apparently he wasn't convincing, because Veronica snorted into her own.
"I doubt that. Besides, Piz and I were never going to last. You and I both knew that."
Logan opted to not confirm her suspicions.
"So is that how you ended up as arm candy for Marcus Gerber? Looking for a new beau."
"How do you know who Marcus Gerber is?" She asked deflecting the question.
"He's a rich businessman in California. How do you think?"
"So he and Dick run in the same circles."
"Sort of. Dick doesn't like him much. He thinks he's an ass."
"He is an ass," she agreed matter-of-factly.
They were quiet for a few minutes, watching each other. Waiting. Logan broke first.
"So how long have you been undercover here?"
Veronica was a little impressed, despite assuming he would figure it out.
"A little less than two years."
"Right, you graduated early," he remembered with a proud smile.
"How did you know that?"
"Your dad showed me pictures."
"He did?"
Logan chuckled and shook his head.
"Yes, and before you start interrogating me about why your father would do that, it's a very long story, and I am not going to tell you right now. Especially not when you keep dodging the topic of Marcus Gerber."
"How do you think I ended up as arm candy?"
"So what does the FBI want him for?" he asked.
"Classified."
"Naturally." He took a large gulp of his drink. "So how does being replaced by that cute little blonde play into your plans?"
"It doesn't," she muttered angrily, finishing her glass and pouring another. "You think she's cute?"
"Not as cute as you, bobcat."
She rolled her eyes at the old nickname.
"You can't tell anyone it was me," she told him seriously. "Honestly, I probably should have tazed you and left you back at the club."
"I know we didn't leave things on the best note, and it's been a few years since we've seen each other, but I still want nothing more than to keep you safe. No one will ever know I saw you."
"You should probably get going, I guess."
He offered her a level expression.
"Is that what you want, Veronica?"
"Don't you have a bachelor party to get back to?"
"Dick is too busy texting Mac to notice I'm gone. And I'm pretty sure Cocoa took my seat at the dinner reservation. Do you want me to leave?"
"I don't want you to miss Dick's party for me."
He caught a lock of blonde hair between his two fingers and started twisting it, never breaking eye contact.
"You're not answering my question."
"Logan," she sighed.
"Veronica."
"No," she finally blurted out. "I want you to stay."
"Then I'm st…"
He was cut off by his phone ringing loudly.
"You should answer that."
She pulled away and took their glasses to the sink and return the alcohol to the cabinet. Logan silently cursed Dick as he picked up the call.
"Hey, Dick."
"Logan, dude, where are you?"
"I got caught up. Listen, man."
"Well, we're just finishing up dinner. And Connor just bailed with Cocoa. I'm pretty beat."
"I'm sorry I missed dinner."
"No worries, man. I actually think I'm going to have the limo take me home. I'm missing my Mackie."
"You've got it bad, man."
"Why do you think I'm marrying her?"
Logan chuckled.
"Do you want me to send the limo for you tomorrow?"
He glanced at Veronica who was watching him from the counter.
"Nah, I've got it covered No worries. I'll see you when I get back to Neptune."
"Alright, sounds good."
Logan ended the call and silenced his phone before tossing it on the coffee table and smiling shyly at Veronica.
"Well my evening's free. Dick is heading home. You said something about wanting me to stay?"
Veronica bit her lip to hide her smile, and simply held up two takeout pamphlets.
"Pizza or Chinese?"
A/N: Hope you liked it! Reviews are welcome, but be kind lovelies! Thanks for reading!