So I finally got to watching VM and I instantly feel in love with Weevil. He just doesn't get alot of Love. This idea came to my mind, I tried to convince my self that it was going to be a one shot because I can't afford to write a third fanfic. Haha...But yes! This is going to be a very long one-shot...soon going to turning into a...long...fanfic..But yes! I have just about read all the Weever stories and I am surprised that my ideas were not written. Well Enjoy Folks!
It Started With a Smile
Veronica tapped her pen ideally onto her notepad. Thoughts silently mulling over her current case. The usual spouse spying on another spouse routine. She tossed the pen she was holding onto the desk and leaned back in her chair.
She was bored.
She already looked up the biographical information on her client's husband. Typical late thirties man who has a high paying job and is finding a little bit too much time to take late night meetings. She couldn't do anything until nightfall and all the information she had was enough information to look further into the manner.
Veronica's blue eyes gazed about her father's office. It was a typical Saturday afternoon and Veronica was spending her Spring Break in her father's private investigation office in Neptune. Logan was spending the break with his family but they had planned a surprise family trip to the Bahamas, which left Veronica with her father and trusty guard dog Back Up.
Her eye caught onto a photograph portraying her father and her, which was settled on a shelf in a nearby bookcase. She got up to pick up the photo wondering when this particular photo was taken. No doubt it was before her mother left because someone had to take the picture. She could feel a thin layer of dust on the glass.
"Geez Dad. Hire a maid why don't yah."
She rubbed her fingers together to get the dust off her fingers after she replaced the photo back onto the shelf. Her gaze moved onto the bookcase, now seeing the layer of dust on the books and shelves. Veronica pursed her lips. Typical for a man to not clean his workspace.
Veronica made her way toward the office closet to gather what little cleaning supplies were there. She was bored out of her mind and wanted something to do.
Music blared through the office space. She always did love loud music when she cleaned. Currently blaring through the speakers was It's Raining Men by the Weather Girls. She personally liked more classic rock but on occasion she liked to indulge herself with timeless classics.
She held a Swiffer hand duster and was in the process of dusting off the bookshelves. Her hips were swinging left to right while keeping beat with the music. Veronica couldn't help but smile and start lip syncing with the music. She hopped over to the desk and began picking up worthless sheets of paper. She began spinning and jumping around while she spun her way toward the garbage can. She began singing to the chorus loving how it sounded around her. Dropping the duster off to pick up the broom, Veronica continued on with her cleaning dance.
Suddenly her phone in her back pocket vibrated. Quickly fishing out the small device she flipped it open.
"Ello."
"Dang V, I didn't know you were the dancin' type."
Veronica slowed her dancing to process this comment. She pulled the phone from her ear to see the caller ID.
SenorHotStuff.
"Weevil." she replied walking over to the sound system and turning the volume down slightly. "What do I owe you this time? Or are you finally going to ask me to a dance since you skipped out during high school?"
She heard him chuckle, she could see his eyes squinting around the corners as he smiled into the phone.
"You still wanting to ride on my big ol' hog?" he replied back. Veronica remembered the little conversation she had with him during high school. She would "ride his 'hog'" if he took her to prom.
Veronica laughed in response to his comment.
"Ha. Ha. When you ask me what color my dress is going to be will I consider. But no really, what do you want?"
"Oh nothing, just staying out of trouble and enjoying the show."
Veronica stopped in her tracks.
"Weevil where are?" she asked, aggravation now leaking into her voice. She could handle rapists, thieves, and hit men but Eli Navarro was a different story.
"Now, why would I tell you that V? The show was just starting."
Again she could hear his smile over the phone.
"Hold on vato, you have to pay in order to view."
Veronica opened the front door to the office and found no one there. She closed it, trying to figure out where the hell Weevil was spying on her.
"You charging?"
Veronica tried to fight down a smile but her voice shook as she tried reply with a tart answer.
"Yeah, I am. And it's double for you."
Her feet led her over the large windows that the office space was provided with. Being on the second floor had it's perks but now it was down right annoying.
"Does that mean I get a little strip tease?"
Veronica's eyes scanned the street and found her target. There sitting on a motorcycle was leather wearing Eli Navarro. He smiled at her and did a little salute wave from his sitting position.
Veronica only pursed her lips and tilted her head at him.
"Show's over Navarro and it's closing time."