Natural Born Killer - Chapter 9 (Veronica/Logan) R
Title: Natural Born Killer
Author: glasheen25
Characters/Pairings: Veronica/Logan, Mac, Wallace, Keith
Word Count: 1731
Rating: R for language and violence
Spoilers: none
Summary: Estranged from Logan, Veronica is working a particularly violent series of murders for the FBI. Post-series three.
It was dark when Veronica finally pushed her way into the unwelcome cold of her apartment, her head still pounding unmercifully and her stomach turning as she lay down on the comforting warmth of the sofa. The adrenaline from seeing Helen Bloomberg and the man they presumed to be her killer starting to slowly seep out of Veronica’s body, it was becoming impossible to ignore how absolutely dreadful she was feeling. A blinding pain seared from behind her eyes and Veronica was finding it almost impossible to focus on the bland comedy show that was playing on the television. Veronica felt cold all over and though she had wrapped herself in a cocoon of blankets, chills were still extending throughout her body.
Her teeth chattering, Veronica finally brought herself to return Logan’s call, if only to stop what would likely be a tirade of calls from her boyfriend so she might finally get some sleep.
“Veronica, I was going out of my mind,” Logan answered immediately, causing Veronica to take a deep, unsteady breath. “Why wouldn’t you answer my calls?”
“Sorry, Logan but I had an absolutely insane day,” Veronica tried to explain, closing her eyes to try and control the sudden nausea caused by sitting up so quickly. “We had a huge break in the case and I had to deal with it,”
“You don’t sound too good, V.” Logan cut in, the angry tone in his voice turning to concern.
“I feel like shit,” Veronica agreed, her fingers shaking slightly and her grasp on the cell phone weak. “I’ve had this monster headache since yesterday and I can’t seem to shake it off.”
“I’m coming over, Veronica.” Logan insisted, causing Veronica to immediately protest with as much force as she could muster.
“There’s no point, Logan,” she assured him firmly, pressing a hand to her forehead, the skin seemingly burning beneath her fingertips. “I’m going to bed and am going to hopefully pass out until morning. Seriously, Logan, I won’t be any sort of company tonight. I would much rather you put your efforts into tomorrow night and plan some sort of surprise date for the two of us.”
“That’s a cop out, Veronica,” Logan berated her teasingly but Veronica could hear a softening in his tone. “But if you’re sure then, I will go meet up with Dick and Casey tonight and we can hook up tomorrow.”
“Positive.” Veronica declared forcibly, a smile on her face as she relished the prospect of spending the following evening with Logan.
Sleep followed after that, her dreams troubled and nightmarish, Veronica haunted by the body of Helen Bloomberg lying pale and still, the motel room splattered wildly with her blood.
A shrill ringing startled Veronica and pulling herself from her frenzied dreams, Veronica reached hastily for her cell phone.
“What?” she answered the phone unhappily, her entire body screaming in protest at the interruption to her much needed sleep.
A quick glance at her bedside clock revealed it was barely ten o’ clock and Veronica inwardly cursed the caller, realizing she had barely managed to grab an hours sleep before yet again, her plans for an entire night of uninterrupted sleep had been thwarted.
“Veronica, it’s Brian.” the voice on the other end spoke apologetically. “Mac gave me your number. I hope this is okay but I’ve planned this amazing surprise honeymoon and now I’m starting to panic that she’ll absolutely hate it. I really need your help.”
Despite the fact that Mac’s fiance had scuppered any hopes Veronica had of falling back to sleep, she couldn’t help but feel touched by the thoughtfulness of the request.
“I’m here now.” Veronica informed him with forced cheerfulness, kicking off the covers from her bed and starting to rummage for her clothes. It wasn’t like she was going to be able to get back to sleep. “You can call over now if you want to. Though I should warn you that right now, my idea of a perfect honeymoon would just focus around a bed. I swear, I haven’t had a decent night’s sleep in weeks.”
“Would the morning be okay? Maybe around seven?” Brian asked hesitantly and Veronica immediately agreed. “It’s just, I have to go into work. There’s been a pile up on the highway and the emergency room is swamped.”
Turning on her bedside lamp, Veronica’s eyes closed immediately in protest, the light though dim searing painfully into her brain.
Fuck, her head hurt.
Placing one foot hesitantly on the floor, Veronica stood shakily up, knowing immediately she was going to be sick.
Racing to the bathroom, she made it to the toilet just in time, the contents of her stomach emptying into the water.
--
It was morning when Veronica next woke up, the sunshine slicing through a gap in the curtains and she was vaguely aware of her cellphone ringing somewhere in the distance.
“Go away, Burke.” she mumbled irritably, turning over on the bed, her head throbbing violently at the sudden movement.
But Burke didn’t go away and Veronica was forced to find her cellphone if only to stop the incessant ringing.
“Veronica, it’s Brian. I’m waiting outside. Remember we arranged to meet this morning?” he prompted her, sensing Veronica’s state of disorientation.
“Sure.” Veronica agreed, making a face when she caught sight of her disheveled appearance in the mirror. Her pale blonde hair stuck out in all sorts of awkward angles, from the untidy bun that was matted at the back of her head and her skin still bore the remnants of yesterdays make-up. Brushing a comb hastily through her tangled lengths of hair and smoothing it back into a neat ponytail, Veronica rummaged through her closet for something clean to wear. Not an easy task, when at least half of her clothes had been in the launderette for over a week and with work going the way it was, it could well be another week before she’d even have a chance to collect them.
Selecting a crisp, white shirt that was miraculously hanging in the wardrobe and a pair of soft, faded jeans, Veronica pulled on her clothes before traipsing wearily into the bathroom to brush her teeth.
The sight that met her in the cracked mirror that was hanging over the sink was grim. Veronica’s normally creamy skin now had a grey hue to it and the dark shadows smudged under her blue eyes completed her look of utter exhaustion.
Her head ached and though Veronica’s stomach had settled some, the prospect of eating food was most unappealing.
“Brian, I’m so sorry for keeping you waiting.” Veronica apologized, opening the door of her apartment to allow him through. “Would you like me to fix you some coffee?”
Politely declining her offer, Brian took a seat beside her on the sofa, a crumpled bag of bagels clutched in his hand.
“I really appreciate this.” Brian smiled gratefully, placing the bagels on the table and gesturing at Veronica to take one. “There’s cream cheese if you want some.” he informed her with a winning smile before pulling a carefully folded piece of paper from his pocket.
He looked a little out of sorts, Veronica thought as she regarded the man curiously. Brian’s normally immaculate appearance was less than impressive today; his shirt crumpled and stained and his face bearing a faint shadow of stubble.
Mac goes away for one night and look what happens. Veronica smiled inwardly, taking an unenthusiastic bite from a poppy seed bagel.
The glossy sheet of paper was obviously ripped from a travel brochure and staring at the white sands and adoring couples staring at one another over flickering candlelight, Veronica couldn’t help but sigh wistfully at the perfection, The Silver Sands resort promised.
“Mac’s going to love this.” Veronica assured Brian with a wide smile. “Seriously. The place looks gorgeous. You are both going to have the most amazing time.”
“You think?” Brian asked again uncertainly and Veronica nodded firmly in answer.
“If I ever get married and more importantly, actually manage to take off enough time to go on a honeymoon, I would want to go somewhere exactly like this.” Veronica sighed dreamily, momentarily imagining herself and Logan making love to the sound of the waves lapping slowly outside the open window before immediately dismissing the thought as entirely impossible. Veronica was hardly the marrying type. Veils, tiaras, screaming children and a house with a white picket fence might be what some girls dreamed of but not Veronica.
“I’ll be sure to give the brochure to Logan the next time I see him then,” Brian teased her lightly and Veronica had to laugh.
“Do and you die.” she warned him before the sound of her cellphone had her rummaging impatiently in her bag.
“I have to take this. It’s work.” Veronica informed Brian with an apologetic smile seeing Burke’s name highlighted on the screen. “Help yourself to some juice, if you like.”
“Sorry for calling you so early, Mars but there’s something you have to see,” Burke apologized, the excitement evident in his voice. “I’m sending you some images now from the CCTV. Kevin has managed to do wonders with the footage and we have a better shot of our guy. Have a look at them and see what you think.”
“Will do, Burke,” Veronica agreed shortly, pulling herself up from the sofa with some difficulty and reaching for her laptop. “Listen, my battery is about to go dead. I will call you back in a few minutes when I have a chance to look at them.”
Rubbing her eyes wearily, Veronica logged into her work email and downloaded the series of images Burke had sent her. Seeing the first image flash onto the screen, Veronica went cold with shock.
There could be no doubt in her mind that she was looking at a photo of Mac’s fiance, Brian Matthews.
Author: glasheen25
Characters/Pairings: Veronica/Logan, Mac, Wallace, Keith
Word Count: 1731
Rating: R for language and violence
Spoilers: none
Summary: Estranged from Logan, Veronica is working a particularly violent series of murders for the FBI. Post-series three.
It was dark when Veronica finally pushed her way into the unwelcome cold of her apartment, her head still pounding unmercifully and her stomach turning as she lay down on the comforting warmth of the sofa. The adrenaline from seeing Helen Bloomberg and the man they presumed to be her killer starting to slowly seep out of Veronica’s body, it was becoming impossible to ignore how absolutely dreadful she was feeling. A blinding pain seared from behind her eyes and Veronica was finding it almost impossible to focus on the bland comedy show that was playing on the television. Veronica felt cold all over and though she had wrapped herself in a cocoon of blankets, chills were still extending throughout her body.
Her teeth chattering, Veronica finally brought herself to return Logan’s call, if only to stop what would likely be a tirade of calls from her boyfriend so she might finally get some sleep.
“Veronica, I was going out of my mind,” Logan answered immediately, causing Veronica to take a deep, unsteady breath. “Why wouldn’t you answer my calls?”
“Sorry, Logan but I had an absolutely insane day,” Veronica tried to explain, closing her eyes to try and control the sudden nausea caused by sitting up so quickly. “We had a huge break in the case and I had to deal with it,”
“You don’t sound too good, V.” Logan cut in, the angry tone in his voice turning to concern.
“I feel like shit,” Veronica agreed, her fingers shaking slightly and her grasp on the cell phone weak. “I’ve had this monster headache since yesterday and I can’t seem to shake it off.”
“I’m coming over, Veronica.” Logan insisted, causing Veronica to immediately protest with as much force as she could muster.
“There’s no point, Logan,” she assured him firmly, pressing a hand to her forehead, the skin seemingly burning beneath her fingertips. “I’m going to bed and am going to hopefully pass out until morning. Seriously, Logan, I won’t be any sort of company tonight. I would much rather you put your efforts into tomorrow night and plan some sort of surprise date for the two of us.”
“That’s a cop out, Veronica,” Logan berated her teasingly but Veronica could hear a softening in his tone. “But if you’re sure then, I will go meet up with Dick and Casey tonight and we can hook up tomorrow.”
“Positive.” Veronica declared forcibly, a smile on her face as she relished the prospect of spending the following evening with Logan.
Sleep followed after that, her dreams troubled and nightmarish, Veronica haunted by the body of Helen Bloomberg lying pale and still, the motel room splattered wildly with her blood.
A shrill ringing startled Veronica and pulling herself from her frenzied dreams, Veronica reached hastily for her cell phone.
“What?” she answered the phone unhappily, her entire body screaming in protest at the interruption to her much needed sleep.
A quick glance at her bedside clock revealed it was barely ten o’ clock and Veronica inwardly cursed the caller, realizing she had barely managed to grab an hours sleep before yet again, her plans for an entire night of uninterrupted sleep had been thwarted.
“Veronica, it’s Brian.” the voice on the other end spoke apologetically. “Mac gave me your number. I hope this is okay but I’ve planned this amazing surprise honeymoon and now I’m starting to panic that she’ll absolutely hate it. I really need your help.”
Despite the fact that Mac’s fiance had scuppered any hopes Veronica had of falling back to sleep, she couldn’t help but feel touched by the thoughtfulness of the request.
“I’m here now.” Veronica informed him with forced cheerfulness, kicking off the covers from her bed and starting to rummage for her clothes. It wasn’t like she was going to be able to get back to sleep. “You can call over now if you want to. Though I should warn you that right now, my idea of a perfect honeymoon would just focus around a bed. I swear, I haven’t had a decent night’s sleep in weeks.”
“Would the morning be okay? Maybe around seven?” Brian asked hesitantly and Veronica immediately agreed. “It’s just, I have to go into work. There’s been a pile up on the highway and the emergency room is swamped.”
Turning on her bedside lamp, Veronica’s eyes closed immediately in protest, the light though dim searing painfully into her brain.
Fuck, her head hurt.
Placing one foot hesitantly on the floor, Veronica stood shakily up, knowing immediately she was going to be sick.
Racing to the bathroom, she made it to the toilet just in time, the contents of her stomach emptying into the water.
--
It was morning when Veronica next woke up, the sunshine slicing through a gap in the curtains and she was vaguely aware of her cellphone ringing somewhere in the distance.
“Go away, Burke.” she mumbled irritably, turning over on the bed, her head throbbing violently at the sudden movement.
But Burke didn’t go away and Veronica was forced to find her cellphone if only to stop the incessant ringing.
“Veronica, it’s Brian. I’m waiting outside. Remember we arranged to meet this morning?” he prompted her, sensing Veronica’s state of disorientation.
“Sure.” Veronica agreed, making a face when she caught sight of her disheveled appearance in the mirror. Her pale blonde hair stuck out in all sorts of awkward angles, from the untidy bun that was matted at the back of her head and her skin still bore the remnants of yesterdays make-up. Brushing a comb hastily through her tangled lengths of hair and smoothing it back into a neat ponytail, Veronica rummaged through her closet for something clean to wear. Not an easy task, when at least half of her clothes had been in the launderette for over a week and with work going the way it was, it could well be another week before she’d even have a chance to collect them.
Selecting a crisp, white shirt that was miraculously hanging in the wardrobe and a pair of soft, faded jeans, Veronica pulled on her clothes before traipsing wearily into the bathroom to brush her teeth.
The sight that met her in the cracked mirror that was hanging over the sink was grim. Veronica’s normally creamy skin now had a grey hue to it and the dark shadows smudged under her blue eyes completed her look of utter exhaustion.
Her head ached and though Veronica’s stomach had settled some, the prospect of eating food was most unappealing.
“Brian, I’m so sorry for keeping you waiting.” Veronica apologized, opening the door of her apartment to allow him through. “Would you like me to fix you some coffee?”
Politely declining her offer, Brian took a seat beside her on the sofa, a crumpled bag of bagels clutched in his hand.
“I really appreciate this.” Brian smiled gratefully, placing the bagels on the table and gesturing at Veronica to take one. “There’s cream cheese if you want some.” he informed her with a winning smile before pulling a carefully folded piece of paper from his pocket.
He looked a little out of sorts, Veronica thought as she regarded the man curiously. Brian’s normally immaculate appearance was less than impressive today; his shirt crumpled and stained and his face bearing a faint shadow of stubble.
Mac goes away for one night and look what happens. Veronica smiled inwardly, taking an unenthusiastic bite from a poppy seed bagel.
The glossy sheet of paper was obviously ripped from a travel brochure and staring at the white sands and adoring couples staring at one another over flickering candlelight, Veronica couldn’t help but sigh wistfully at the perfection, The Silver Sands resort promised.
“Mac’s going to love this.” Veronica assured Brian with a wide smile. “Seriously. The place looks gorgeous. You are both going to have the most amazing time.”
“You think?” Brian asked again uncertainly and Veronica nodded firmly in answer.
“If I ever get married and more importantly, actually manage to take off enough time to go on a honeymoon, I would want to go somewhere exactly like this.” Veronica sighed dreamily, momentarily imagining herself and Logan making love to the sound of the waves lapping slowly outside the open window before immediately dismissing the thought as entirely impossible. Veronica was hardly the marrying type. Veils, tiaras, screaming children and a house with a white picket fence might be what some girls dreamed of but not Veronica.
“I’ll be sure to give the brochure to Logan the next time I see him then,” Brian teased her lightly and Veronica had to laugh.
“Do and you die.” she warned him before the sound of her cellphone had her rummaging impatiently in her bag.
“I have to take this. It’s work.” Veronica informed Brian with an apologetic smile seeing Burke’s name highlighted on the screen. “Help yourself to some juice, if you like.”
“Sorry for calling you so early, Mars but there’s something you have to see,” Burke apologized, the excitement evident in his voice. “I’m sending you some images now from the CCTV. Kevin has managed to do wonders with the footage and we have a better shot of our guy. Have a look at them and see what you think.”
“Will do, Burke,” Veronica agreed shortly, pulling herself up from the sofa with some difficulty and reaching for her laptop. “Listen, my battery is about to go dead. I will call you back in a few minutes when I have a chance to look at them.”
Rubbing her eyes wearily, Veronica logged into her work email and downloaded the series of images Burke had sent her. Seeing the first image flash onto the screen, Veronica went cold with shock.
There could be no doubt in her mind that she was looking at a photo of Mac’s fiance, Brian Matthews.