Fic: The Bachelor and the Sheriff's Daughter ~ PG-13 (4/11)
Title: The Bachelor and the Sheriff’s Daughter (4/11)
Rating: PG-13 (for language and innuendo)
Summary: Keith requests that Lamb spend time with 16-year-old Veronica to curb her crush on the deputy. Only Keith hadn’t imagined his plan backfiring.
Spoilers: None for this chapter
Pairing/Characters: Eventual V/Lamb, Keith, Lilly, Sacks, mentions Lianne, Aaron, canon Lilly/Logan and canon Dick/Madison
Word Count: 1654 (this chapter)
Disclaimer: Veronica Mars is not owned by me, but by Rob Thomas. I’m simply borrowing these characters for non-profit entertainment.
A/N: Yes, this was inspired by “The Bachelor and the Bobby-Soxer” but it holds no spoilers for the film and you don’t need to see it in order to understand this.
Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3
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Chapter 4:
Veronica had done well, she thought. She had spent nearly her entire weekend with her favorite deputy and had lasted all of three days and two nights before deciding she would go to the station to see him.
Come Wednesday night, well, she knew she couldn’t wait until the weekend to see him again. If nothing else she at least wanted him to see she wasn’t so much of a sore loser that she was bothered by him having won the rematch at the arcade. Plus she had gotten a cute plush puppy from him out of the deal. All in all, it had been a good Sunday.
When Veronica walked into the sheriff’s department she made sure to have her best nonchalant smile upon her pink-painted lips. After all she wasn’t there for any real reason in particular, she was just bringing her father dinner like she often did.
It wasn’t like she had brought an extra sandwich for anyone else. Certainly not someone who wasn’t at his desk for some reason. That didn’t make sense, it was only a little after seven, that person she wasn’t there to see was supposed to still be there.
Damn, must be on a call. Oh well.
Still, Veronica headed for her father’s office. No reason to let the good food go to waste.
“Who’s hungry?” she asked with a bright smile as she held up the bag.
“Veronica,” he smiled as he watched her walk in. Just like that his day had vastly improved. “Tell me that’s pastrami I smell.”
“Only the best for the local sheriff,” she nodded as she handed it over.
As he sat he didn’t miss that Veronica had her left hand mostly behind her, a blue bag identical to that in front of him peeking out from behind her thigh. He would have laughed if he planned to mention it. He knew he should have anticipated that it would only be a matter of time before she started bringing dinner for his deputy too.
“Have a seat. How was your day?”
She shrugged, careful to drop her purse along with the bag before moving to the chair. “School was very school-like, nothing really to report. So how about you? Any exciting cases come in?”
“Just the usual,” he half-smiled in place of telling her exactly which deputies were taking care of a fender-bender on the PCH.
After another ten minutes of trying to pass the time while she waited she decided that the other sandwich had to be getting cold and that she should go before it became even more obvious why she was really there.
“I’ll see you at home, Sweetheart,” Keith smiled as he watched her pick up her things before she headed out of his office.
“Don’t work too hard,” she smiled back. Her smile grew wider when she turned to see that the previously lonely desk was occupied once more by its current assigned owner. It made her thankful that she remembered the blinds to her father’s office had been closed, with any luck he wouldn’t see what she was about to do.
“Thought you might be hungry,” she stated as she placed the bag at the corner of his desk from behind him.
Don didn’t have to turn around to know it was her. There was only one girl he knew who would bring him dinner. Fortunately it smelled too good for him to remember that a week ago this would have had him fearing for his more prized body parts.
“You thought right,” he answered as he turned his head to the side to get a glimpse of her.
“Long day?” she asked before resting her hands at his shoulders.
“The usual.”
“So, then, yes,” she replied before beginning to knead her slender fingers into the tense muscles at either side of his neck.
Lamb sighed out, his eyes closing involuntarily. Damn, that felt good. And quickly he remembered why it shouldn’t. “You’re gonna get me in trouble.”
“How do you figure? I’m allowed to be here. Being the sheriff’s daughter has fun perks like that.”
“I’m supposed to be working, getting this incident report filed.”
“Since when do you work?” she smirked. She had been there long enough, had spent enough time watching him to know he didn’t do more than he absolutely had to.
Lamb scoffed in mock indignation and reached around to pinch her thigh.
“Hey!” she squeaked as she jerked out of his grasp, completely unaware of the stares they were getting from Sacks and the other deputies.
With that he reached up to his neck and got hold of one of her hands. “Come here.”
Reluctantly, unsure she could trust him right then, she walked around to face him.
“Thank you for my dinner. But I do have to get this in and trust me, if your dad sees us acting like a couple of kids out here when I’m supposed to be working, he won’t be happy. And you know how he might punish the both of us.”
Glancing to her father’s office, she knew Lamb was right. “Okay. Fine. I’ll play nice.”
“Oh, don’t pout. I’ll see you Saturday, okay?”
Veronica nodded. She liked her way better, but she didn’t want to run the risk of her father banning her from the station when Lamb was there by continuing to bring him dinner too or distracting him - which admittedly she couldn’t help but enjoy knowing she had the ability to do.
“Okay then. I’ll pick you up at five, you just be in your hiking best.”
“Do I have to get one of those big backpack things?”
He laughed. “No. But I definitely do not want to see those black leather boots either.”
“I know what to wear when I go hiking, thank you very much.”
“Then you can prove it Saturday,” he smirked.
And prove it Saturday, Veronica had every intention of doing. She had braided her long blonde locks and was dressed in a pair of white denim shorts, a plain yet not too loose-fitting green short-sleeved top and tan hiking boots. Not her best in her ‘impress-the-deputy’ collection, she decided as she surveyed her appearance in her mirror, but for today it would do.
So lost in her thoughts she didn’t hear when the knock on the door came, but Keith did and he was a little thankful Veronica wasn’t in the room. He had a few questions for his deputy and knew he would have the best chance of answers if he had the younger man alone.
“Hey, Keith,” Lamb smiled. “Is Veronica ready?”
“Almost,” he nodded. “Come in. Actually, there’s something I’ve been meaning to ask you,” Keith stated, a soft sigh soon following.
He took a few steps into the living room, unsure what to expect. “Okay. What is it?”
“These weekends with Veronica, how is your girlfriend taking it? I mean, have you told her about them?”
Lamb tried not to laugh, but he couldn’t stop his smile. “It’s pretty easy actually since I don’t have one. How about Lianne? Has she been okay with it?”
“She’s, out of town, for a while. But, is there a reason there’s not a girl in the picture? A young guy like you, I would’ve thought…” he went on, this time nervous his deputy maybe did in fact have an interest in Veronica after all.
Lamb, however, took it another way entirely and had to stifle another laugh before he answered. “Most of the women I’ve dated over the last couple months couldn’t take the cop hours, accused me of you name it when I really was working late or working overtime. I figure now I’m better off with a girl who can grasp the concept that just because I might not walk into my apartment before 3A.M. doesn’t mean I’m somewhere I shouldn’t be. In the meantime, whatever, I’m not really in a rush.”
“Whatever?” Is that what he thought of his daughter?! Keith couldn’t keep his emotions straight at that point. He didn’t want Don to have feelings for Veronica beyond their platonic (dear God, it had better be platonic) friendship, but he hated the thought that he was just using his time with her to curb his own boredom and or would drop these weekends the second something he deemed better in his age group came along.
Lamb sighed that time. He really dreaded admitting this, knowing how bad it sounded in his own head, but he bit the bullet. “Honestly, Keith, I had more fun with Veronica last weekend then I’ve had with most women my age since I came to Neptune.” Alright, that ‘most’ was a lie, but he had no doubt Keith would shoot him then and there if he admitted the truth.
That stunned Keith into near silence. How he wasn’t putting an end to this already he didn’t know. His shock had to have something to do with it. Or the fact that part of him knew that Veronica would see him as the villain and it would only increase her romanticized image of the deputy.
“Do you know how many women around here scoff at the idea of spending a day at the arcade? Or bowling? I like dinner and a movie as much as the next guy, but I’m not going to forget the other things that until you came up with this idea I had to do only by myself or with my friends.”
“I’ll, uh, go see if Veronica’s ready,” Keith nodded.
Lamb had an idea he had said too much, but it was too late now. At least he hadn’t been shot, he figured.
“Veronica?” Keith asked as he knocked on her bedroom door.
“Is Lamb here?” she asked in reply.
“Yeah he is, right on time.”
Veronica grinned as she looked to her reflection one last time.
Rating: PG-13 (for language and innuendo)
Summary: Keith requests that Lamb spend time with 16-year-old Veronica to curb her crush on the deputy. Only Keith hadn’t imagined his plan backfiring.
Spoilers: None for this chapter
Pairing/Characters: Eventual V/Lamb, Keith, Lilly, Sacks, mentions Lianne, Aaron, canon Lilly/Logan and canon Dick/Madison
Word Count: 1654 (this chapter)
Disclaimer: Veronica Mars is not owned by me, but by Rob Thomas. I’m simply borrowing these characters for non-profit entertainment.
A/N: Yes, this was inspired by “The Bachelor and the Bobby-Soxer” but it holds no spoilers for the film and you don’t need to see it in order to understand this.
Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3
~~
Chapter 4:
Veronica had done well, she thought. She had spent nearly her entire weekend with her favorite deputy and had lasted all of three days and two nights before deciding she would go to the station to see him.
Come Wednesday night, well, she knew she couldn’t wait until the weekend to see him again. If nothing else she at least wanted him to see she wasn’t so much of a sore loser that she was bothered by him having won the rematch at the arcade. Plus she had gotten a cute plush puppy from him out of the deal. All in all, it had been a good Sunday.
When Veronica walked into the sheriff’s department she made sure to have her best nonchalant smile upon her pink-painted lips. After all she wasn’t there for any real reason in particular, she was just bringing her father dinner like she often did.
It wasn’t like she had brought an extra sandwich for anyone else. Certainly not someone who wasn’t at his desk for some reason. That didn’t make sense, it was only a little after seven, that person she wasn’t there to see was supposed to still be there.
Damn, must be on a call. Oh well.
Still, Veronica headed for her father’s office. No reason to let the good food go to waste.
“Who’s hungry?” she asked with a bright smile as she held up the bag.
“Veronica,” he smiled as he watched her walk in. Just like that his day had vastly improved. “Tell me that’s pastrami I smell.”
“Only the best for the local sheriff,” she nodded as she handed it over.
As he sat he didn’t miss that Veronica had her left hand mostly behind her, a blue bag identical to that in front of him peeking out from behind her thigh. He would have laughed if he planned to mention it. He knew he should have anticipated that it would only be a matter of time before she started bringing dinner for his deputy too.
“Have a seat. How was your day?”
She shrugged, careful to drop her purse along with the bag before moving to the chair. “School was very school-like, nothing really to report. So how about you? Any exciting cases come in?”
“Just the usual,” he half-smiled in place of telling her exactly which deputies were taking care of a fender-bender on the PCH.
After another ten minutes of trying to pass the time while she waited she decided that the other sandwich had to be getting cold and that she should go before it became even more obvious why she was really there.
“I’ll see you at home, Sweetheart,” Keith smiled as he watched her pick up her things before she headed out of his office.
“Don’t work too hard,” she smiled back. Her smile grew wider when she turned to see that the previously lonely desk was occupied once more by its current assigned owner. It made her thankful that she remembered the blinds to her father’s office had been closed, with any luck he wouldn’t see what she was about to do.
“Thought you might be hungry,” she stated as she placed the bag at the corner of his desk from behind him.
Don didn’t have to turn around to know it was her. There was only one girl he knew who would bring him dinner. Fortunately it smelled too good for him to remember that a week ago this would have had him fearing for his more prized body parts.
“You thought right,” he answered as he turned his head to the side to get a glimpse of her.
“Long day?” she asked before resting her hands at his shoulders.
“The usual.”
“So, then, yes,” she replied before beginning to knead her slender fingers into the tense muscles at either side of his neck.
Lamb sighed out, his eyes closing involuntarily. Damn, that felt good. And quickly he remembered why it shouldn’t. “You’re gonna get me in trouble.”
“How do you figure? I’m allowed to be here. Being the sheriff’s daughter has fun perks like that.”
“I’m supposed to be working, getting this incident report filed.”
“Since when do you work?” she smirked. She had been there long enough, had spent enough time watching him to know he didn’t do more than he absolutely had to.
Lamb scoffed in mock indignation and reached around to pinch her thigh.
“Hey!” she squeaked as she jerked out of his grasp, completely unaware of the stares they were getting from Sacks and the other deputies.
With that he reached up to his neck and got hold of one of her hands. “Come here.”
Reluctantly, unsure she could trust him right then, she walked around to face him.
“Thank you for my dinner. But I do have to get this in and trust me, if your dad sees us acting like a couple of kids out here when I’m supposed to be working, he won’t be happy. And you know how he might punish the both of us.”
Glancing to her father’s office, she knew Lamb was right. “Okay. Fine. I’ll play nice.”
“Oh, don’t pout. I’ll see you Saturday, okay?”
Veronica nodded. She liked her way better, but she didn’t want to run the risk of her father banning her from the station when Lamb was there by continuing to bring him dinner too or distracting him - which admittedly she couldn’t help but enjoy knowing she had the ability to do.
“Okay then. I’ll pick you up at five, you just be in your hiking best.”
“Do I have to get one of those big backpack things?”
He laughed. “No. But I definitely do not want to see those black leather boots either.”
“I know what to wear when I go hiking, thank you very much.”
“Then you can prove it Saturday,” he smirked.
And prove it Saturday, Veronica had every intention of doing. She had braided her long blonde locks and was dressed in a pair of white denim shorts, a plain yet not too loose-fitting green short-sleeved top and tan hiking boots. Not her best in her ‘impress-the-deputy’ collection, she decided as she surveyed her appearance in her mirror, but for today it would do.
So lost in her thoughts she didn’t hear when the knock on the door came, but Keith did and he was a little thankful Veronica wasn’t in the room. He had a few questions for his deputy and knew he would have the best chance of answers if he had the younger man alone.
“Hey, Keith,” Lamb smiled. “Is Veronica ready?”
“Almost,” he nodded. “Come in. Actually, there’s something I’ve been meaning to ask you,” Keith stated, a soft sigh soon following.
He took a few steps into the living room, unsure what to expect. “Okay. What is it?”
“These weekends with Veronica, how is your girlfriend taking it? I mean, have you told her about them?”
Lamb tried not to laugh, but he couldn’t stop his smile. “It’s pretty easy actually since I don’t have one. How about Lianne? Has she been okay with it?”
“She’s, out of town, for a while. But, is there a reason there’s not a girl in the picture? A young guy like you, I would’ve thought…” he went on, this time nervous his deputy maybe did in fact have an interest in Veronica after all.
Lamb, however, took it another way entirely and had to stifle another laugh before he answered. “Most of the women I’ve dated over the last couple months couldn’t take the cop hours, accused me of you name it when I really was working late or working overtime. I figure now I’m better off with a girl who can grasp the concept that just because I might not walk into my apartment before 3A.M. doesn’t mean I’m somewhere I shouldn’t be. In the meantime, whatever, I’m not really in a rush.”
“Whatever?” Is that what he thought of his daughter?! Keith couldn’t keep his emotions straight at that point. He didn’t want Don to have feelings for Veronica beyond their platonic (dear God, it had better be platonic) friendship, but he hated the thought that he was just using his time with her to curb his own boredom and or would drop these weekends the second something he deemed better in his age group came along.
Lamb sighed that time. He really dreaded admitting this, knowing how bad it sounded in his own head, but he bit the bullet. “Honestly, Keith, I had more fun with Veronica last weekend then I’ve had with most women my age since I came to Neptune.” Alright, that ‘most’ was a lie, but he had no doubt Keith would shoot him then and there if he admitted the truth.
That stunned Keith into near silence. How he wasn’t putting an end to this already he didn’t know. His shock had to have something to do with it. Or the fact that part of him knew that Veronica would see him as the villain and it would only increase her romanticized image of the deputy.
“Do you know how many women around here scoff at the idea of spending a day at the arcade? Or bowling? I like dinner and a movie as much as the next guy, but I’m not going to forget the other things that until you came up with this idea I had to do only by myself or with my friends.”
“I’ll, uh, go see if Veronica’s ready,” Keith nodded.
Lamb had an idea he had said too much, but it was too late now. At least he hadn’t been shot, he figured.
“Veronica?” Keith asked as he knocked on her bedroom door.
“Is Lamb here?” she asked in reply.
“Yeah he is, right on time.”
Veronica grinned as she looked to her reflection one last time.