Could This Be Happening? Part 19
Title: Could This Be Happening? Part 19
Author: christykq
Rating: M for language and innuendos mostly, some sex
Characters/Pairings: LoVe, ensemble
Word Count: 2053, sorry it’s a little short
Spoilers: Begins with 3.05 and goes through S3.
Disclaimer: I own nothing in the VM universe, it all belongs to the master RT. I also do not earn a profit from any one of the many brand names named in my story and no copyright infringement is intended. Transcripts from Indigo Mantoya at twiztv dot com.
A/N: Character’s thoughts are italic.
Part 19
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[During 3.13 Postgame Mortem]
[Mid-February 2007: 18 weeks pregnant]
Logan is outside on the balcony sitting at the outdoor table typing on his computer. Dick comes out of his room and scans the Suite looking for Logan. He bounces out to the balcony cheerfully. “Dude, I met a girl.”
Logan is ensconced in his schoolwork and barely acknowledges Dick. “Congrats.”
“No, dude, like a HOT girl at a party a couple of weeks ago.”
Logan could care less and continues typing on his laptop.
“Like, volcanic hot. Like, I might have to use an oven mitt to feel her up.” Dick laughs and looks at his disinterested friend. “Blink if you understand.”
Logan sighs loudly and glares at Dick while he leans back in the chair relaxing his back from his awkward hunched position over his computer. “I understand. I heard you. Okay? Now can I finish my fucking paper now?”
“She’s coming here tonight, and she’s bringing her sister, who, I might add, she described as practically her twin.”
“No thanks. I’m married, remember?” Logan holds up his hand and wiggles his ring finger. “And I already have a hot girl to feel up.”
“You sure? We’re thinking about going to the swim team’s beach blanket blow-out.” Dick says as Logan dismisses Dick’s presence and goes back to typing his paper.
“Fine! Dude, you’re married and booorrrrrrrring.” Dick sings in a high voice as he leaves Logan to his paper on the balcony.
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Veronica strolls into Mars Investigations casually readying herself to face the piles of paperwork that needs filing. She hears her father’s voice coming from his office. Obviously, speaking with a client. Veronica walks to sit behind her desk, gives a small wave to her father and begins her secretary duties.
A few minutes later, Keith escorts his clients out of his office, past Veronica’s desk and introduces Veronica. “Mrs. Barry, Josh, this is my daughter, Veronica.” Keith smiles proudly. “She’s a freshman at Hearst.”
Veronica smiles and points to Josh. “You’re on the basketball team, aren’t you?”
“Yeah, you’re a friend of Wallace Fennel, right?”
Veronica smiles and nods as Josh and Mrs. Barry thank Keith and leave the office.
Keith returns to his office and Veronica follows him. “So, what’s up with them?” As she enters Keith’s office she sees Cliff standing in the corner quietly. “Hey, Cliffie.”
“V. How’s my favorite pregnant P.I.?” He smiles.
Veronica hugs her belly with her arms affectionately and beams. “Good. Really good.”
“So, it seems that Josh found his father, the Hearst basketball coach dead on the shoulder of the PCH and left the scene without calling the Sheriff. He says he couldn’t get any reception on his phone so he drove straight home, covered with blood. When the sheriff arrived at their doorstep an hour later, Josh already took a shower, the clothes were in the wash and the coach’s championship ring was on Josh’s finger.”
“Hmm.” Veronica ponders the facts of the case.
“Mrs. Barry thinks it was the PCHers because there have been a number of carjackings on the PCH lately.” Cliff states confidently.
“Where was the car?” Veronica questions.
“Not at the scene.” Keith answers his daughter.
“Anyone that dislikes Coach enough to kill him?” Veronica inquires.
“Josh mentioned Mel Stoltz of Stoltz Industries.”
“Hearst’s primary benefactor?” Veronica asks.
Cliff nods. “The same. He wanted the coach fired.”
Keith directs his question to Cliff. “Is Lamb going after the kid?”
“Well, he was thinking very hard about it, or he really had to pee. It’s hard to tell with that man.” Cliff jokes with a straight face.
Veronica considers this and agrees. Cliff turns to leave the office as the trio continues to talk. Veronica follows Cliff to the outer office with Keith on her heels.
Veronica settles in behind her desk and opens her computer.
“Well, how about the brother. Bobby? He can back up their story?”
Cliff nods negative, opens the door to leave and says, “Bobby is severely autistic. He won’t be testifying for anyone.” Keith nods in understanding and Cliff leaves Mars Investigating with a smile.
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Buzzzzzzzzzz. The doorbell at the Suite buzzes loudly. Logan is watching television as Dick jumps off the sofa from the position next to his friend to answer the door. He swings the door open wide.
“Hello, gorgeous! Come in and meet Logan.” Dick hops with excitement.
Logan leans forward curiously to see Dick’s hot girl. How hot can she be if she’s dating Dick? Logan thinks.
Melinda and Heather enter the Presidential Suite. Dick is grinning from ear-to-ear and gestures introductions with his hand. “Melinda and Heather Button, Logan Echolls. Logan, Melinda and Heather.”
Logan smiles slightly at the sisters standing at the entranceway of the Presidential Suite. “Yep. Twins.” Logan mumbles sarcastically.
Heather, the eleven-year-old “twin” walks across the room and sits down next to Logan making herself at home. “Hi. What are you watching?” She asks warmly with a big smile.
Logan is taken back by the assertiveness and spunk of this cute little girl sitting next to him. He looks at her amazed. “Hi.” He watches her for a moment longer then glances at the television. “Uh, I think Family Guy is coming on now.”
Heather bounces in her seat with excitement. “Oh, I love that show.”
Logan laughs at her enthusiasm for a simple television show. “Yeah, me too.” He sinks comfortably into his seat. Oh, to be eleven-years-old again. He shakes his head.
Dick and Melinda wander over to the far end of the couch and start to make out. Melinda’s legs wrap around Dick’s waist quickly.
Dick mumbles in between kisses. “It’s a true fact. The swim team is crazier than any frat on campus. They’re wild men.”
“It’s a party on the beach, like with a bonfire and stuff?” Melinda coos. “I want to go so bad. I’ve never been to a beach party like that.”
Dick breaks his lips away from Melinda’s neck. “So, let’s go.”
She frowns and points her head toward Heather on the other end of the sofa.
Dick’s eyes follow Melinda’s head nod to see Heather and Logan chuckling at Family Guy.
“Yo, Dude. So, maybe you could keep an eye on-…” Dick asks with wide eyes and a hopeful grin.
“No.” Logan says plainly without looking away from the television.
“I don’t need a babysitter. I can just watch TV.” Heather whines.
“Brilliant. Problem solved.” Dick jumps up off the sofa, lifts Melinda into a fireman’s hold and he runs out the door before Logan can protest.
Melinda yells from the hallway. “Be good!”
Logan looks at Heather dumbfounded. Heather returns the sentiment.
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“Weevil, how is my favorite ex-PCHer?” Veronica asks overly cheerful into her cell phone.
Weevil gruffs. “What do you want?”
Veronica tilts her head. “I was wondering who is running the PCHers nowadays?”
“You know the head tilt and the puppy dog eyes don’t work over the phone.” Weevil sighs. “I heard it was Arturo.”
“Arturo? The weaselly little freshman? Arturo?” Veronica squawks.
“V, he was a freshman when we were seniors, a year ago. He’s a sophomore now.” Weevil argues.
“Are the PCHers carjacking on the PCH now?”
“Maybe.”
“Would the PCHers murder someone in a carjacking gone wrong?” Veronica inquires.
“Maybe. What kind of car?” Weevil questions nonchalantly.
“I don’t know. Does it matter?” Veronica huffs impatiently.
“Hell yeah, it matters. Are we talkin’ ’86 Ford Taurus or ’05 Vette?” Weevil pauses. “Now, I haven’t been cavorting with known criminals so there’s no need to call my parole officer but I’ve heard that’s not their style. They’re more of a lay a nail board across the road and sneak up on the richie that pulls over to change the flat.” He shrugs at the simplicity of their crimes. “Simple but it works, I guess.”
“I’ll tell your parole officer you said hi.” She snaps her phone shut and disconnects the call.
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Veronica bursts into the Suite tired and blurry eyed. “Logan, my Dear, Darling, Studmuf-…” Veronica sings with as much excitement she can muster and slows when she sees a preteen smiling brightly back at her from the end of the sofa. “Hi, is Logan around?” She asks cautiously looking to the balcony and to Dick’s room while she walks toward their bedroom.
“Um, yeah, he was working on this computer but I think he just went to take a shower.”
Veronica stops before she reaches the bedroom door. I shouldn’t be rude. “I’m Veronica. What’s your name?” She offers her hand with a smile.
Heather stands cordially and shakes Veronica’s hand. “I’m Heather. Are you going to have a baby?”
Veronica laughs at the ridiculous question and looks at her large belly. Isn’t it obvious? “Yeah.”
“My sister is out with Dick, so I’m stuck here with Logan.” She sighs. “He’s nice, I guess, but I don’t need a babysitter. I’m eleven, you know. I could be home by myself.”
Veronica nods in agreement and understanding.
Logan meanders out of the bedroom in sweats and a t-shirt, his hair freshly washed. His face brightens immensely when he sees his wife for the first time since the early morning. “Hi, Sugarpuss.” He plants a deep kiss on Veronica’s lips, placing his hand on the back of her neck to pull her close and take control of the kiss. Veronica opens her mouth to allow his tongue access as their tongues meet and entangle.
Veronica tightens her embrace and runs her fingers through Logan’s hair. His right hand slides down her back and tenderly touches the bare skin at her waist. His hand rises taking the back of her shirt with it until Veronica’s hand grabs his hand swiftly.
Veronica grunts a low tone of disapproval. The noise brings Logan back to the present and remembers he and his wife are not alone. Their passion is cut short when Logan breaks his lips from hers and places his forehead against Veronica’s forehead.
She smiles seductively and whispers. “Hi.”
He returns her seductive smile. “We have company.”
“Yeah, we’ve met.” Veronica pecks Logan’s lips quickly and takes Logan’s hand to lead him to the sofa.
“Heather, this is my wife, Veronica.” Logan puts his arm around Veronica’s shoulders.
“Hi, Miss Veronica.” She beams. “You’re going to have a baby AND you’re married? Wow. That’s so romantic.” Heather says in a dreamy haze then continues questioning the couple quickly. “Did you have a big wedding? I bet your were a beautiful bride in a big fancy dress. Was your dress white or champagne? I hear champagne is the new, hot color. Did you have one of the veils that your dad has to lift up? Were you nervous? I bet you were beautiful. Oh my gosh, did you go some place fantastic for a honeymoon? Did you-…”
Veronica’s face drops at the romantic fantasies of the young girl. Logan laughs at Heather’s antics. “Heather!” He holds up his hand to stop her rant. “Heather, take a breath.”
Heather calms slightly and blushes. “Oh, sorry.”
Veronica is mesmerized by Heather’s idealistic view of the world. I was like that a long time ago.
“No, it’s okay.” Veronica tries to ease Heather’s embarrassment. “We did have a big wedding with a fancy white dress. It was beautiful.” Veronica cuddles into the nook of Logan’s arm. He rubs her shoulder lovingly.
Veronica yawns trying to stifle it behind her hand.
“I think Veronica is tired, Heather.” Logan glances at his watch. “It’s getting late. Why don’t you go to sleep in Dick’s room until they get back. We’re gonna head to bed. Okay?”
Heather nods. “Okay, good night.”
Logan and Veronica walk into their bedroom and shut the door.
Part 20