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A Lamb/Veronica fic.

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Disclaimer: Nope ... still down't own Veronica Mars.

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A/N: A DoVe fic, taken from the episode "Silence of the Lamb", with a few of my own twists.

This is the scene where Keith and Lamb are interrogating a suspect, and he starts making "crude" comments about Veronica. In my version, Lamb is standing behind the suspect, facing the window.

Oh, just out of curiosity, do we find out for sure how old Lamb was? If someone knows, please let me know, and I'll change it in my fic. Thanks!

Ahh ... I love writing these fics.

Okay, enough of my giddiness, and on with the story!

As always, please read and review, I live for feedback!

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It's times like these that it's really hard to pretend I don't have feelings for her. I mean, yeah, we used to be friends, and that carries a certain amount of weight, and a slight lasting protective feeling, but what I'm doing now ... not close to acceptable.

The scum in front of Lamb had spotted Veronica in the window. Lamb had noticed her too, but he chose to focus on the interrogation, not wanting to miss anything, and wind up with Keith knowing more than him.

But the second the suspect started making sexual comments about Veronica Mars, he snapped. Before even her father could react, Lamb had him slammed against the back wall, facing away from Veronica.

"How's about you keep your eyes to yourself, huh?" he suggested, feeling both Mars' stares on him. "Huh?" he repeated, pushing him harder into the wall.

"I got it, I got it! Sorry!" he said, and Lamb released him, pushing him back into his chair.

He met Keith's eyes momentarily, and the man looked at him with something close to respect in his eyes, and Lamb had to look away.

Unfortunately, his gaze next landed on Veronica Mars.

She was staring at him with wide eyes, wondering what could have possessed him to do what he'd just done. He was sure her father would fill her in later, and she would shrug it off as "manly macho crap", but for now, he didn't mind making her guess.

Damn, if that girl wasn't driving him crazy. She was still technically a minor, and all he could do was think of all the dirty things he wanted to do to her once she turned 18. As it was, he was 10 years older than her, not what most people would find attractive.

He sighed, focusing his attention back on the interrogation, and not on the Bambi eyes of Veronica Mars, being careful not to make eye-contact with Keith either.

He knew that he would grilled after the interrogation was over, by both father and daughter, and maybe he'd tell the truth, but maybe he wouldn't.

Right now, he rather liked living in his fantasy world where he was Veronica's protector.

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The End!

Short, I know, but I might do a sequel.

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Until next time ...!