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Fic: What Goes Down #11: Take Me Away (Veronica Mars, Lamb/Veronica)
Title: Take Me Away
Fandom: Veronica Mars
Pairing(s): Lamb/Veronica
Word Count: 1339
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Veronica helps Lamb on a case in a way she didn't anticipate.
Notes: Eleventh in the What Goes Down series. AU from episode 3:2 - My Big Fat Greek Rush Week; almost entirely AU after episode 3:9 - Spit & Eggs, but contains mild spoilers for episodes 3:10 - Show Me The Monkey and 3:11 - Tramps, Thieves, And Poughkeepsie.
Previously: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10
Veronica knocked on the door to Mac's room, and waited. It had been three days since she had seen Wallace at the Theta Beta party; two days since he had avoided her in the cafeteria; and ten minutes since he had ignored her last phone call. It had taken an effort not to detour past his room on the way, but she was on a mission.
"Hey, Veronica," Parker said as she opened the door.
"Hey, Parker," Veronica said. "Is Mac in?"
"Yeah." Parker stepped aside as Veronica entered.
"Hey, Veronica," Mac said. "What's up?"
Veronica smiled, and sat next to Mac on the bed. "So," she said. "I need a favour."
Mac rolled her eyes, but she was smiling.
"Hey," Veronica said. "Did I or did I not help you out with that whole monkey thing?"
"All right," Mac agreed. "What do you need?"
"I need you to trace some financial records," Veronica told her. "There's a company called Executive Corporation. They have links to what used to be Mercer's casino, and I need to find out who's behind it and what else they're into. Think you can do it?"
Mac smiled. "No problem. I should be able to have something for you in a few days."
"Thanks, Mac," Veronica said. "You're the best."
"I know."
Five minutes after she left Mac's room, Veronica was knocking on Wallace's door. Okay, so she was weak.
She stuck her foot in the door as Wallace opened it. Just in case.
"I've got to get to class," Wallace told her as he stepped back.
"I know," Veronica said. "Me, too. I just thought we needed to talk."
"About what?" Wallace wasn't looking at her.
"The thing with Lamb," Veronica said seriously. "It wasn't what it looked like."
"All right, then." Wallace stopped rifling through his bag, and turned to look at her. "What was it like?"
Veronica paused. What was it like, indeed?
"We're working together," she said. "On some cases. That was ... just a cover."
Wallace looked sceptical. "Working together? With the Sheriff?"
"It's really not as crazy as it sounds," Veronica assured him.
"Yeah, well, it sounds pretty crazy," he said, shaking his head. "You hate the guy."
Did she? Veronica wasn't even sure if she knew any more.
"It's not like that," was all she said.
"So that's why you haven't been around much lately? You've been with him?"
"No." Yes. "God, no. I've just been busy, that's all."
"Yeah, well." Wallace picked up his bag. "Me too, so I gotta go. I'll see you around."
On her way to class, not sure if she was in a better mood or not, Veronica answered her cell phone.
"Can you come down to the station later?"
Lamb. "Tonight? Can't. I've got to wait at home for a hooker."
Veronica smiled at the silence on the other end of the line. "I'll be there tomorrow," she said, and hung up.
-
Veronica let her bag drop to the floor and smiled at her father, who was standing in the kitchen. "Tell me you cooked," she said, "or we're getting takeout. I'm exhausted."
Keith smiled, and turned to life a pot off the stove. "Pasta," he said, draining it. "Instant."
"Hey, if it's food, I'm for it," Veronica said. As Keith sat two bowls down on the table, she looked at him.
"What?" he asked warily. "Why are you staring at me?"
"Just trying to remember what you look like," Veronica said, "so I don't forget who you are the next time you disappear."
Keith smiled a little. "Funny you should say that." He studied her. "I might be a little late home tonight."
Veronica rolled her eyes, and he gave an apologetic shrug.
"You still haven't told me anything about the case."
"Nor am I going to," Keith replied. "Trust me, you do not want in on this."
When they'd finished dinner, he kissed her on the forehead as he got up to leave. "You'll be okay without me?"
"Oh, sure," Veronica said. "I've got a guy and a couple of hookers coming over later. We'll make a night of it."
Keith smiled, but when he passed a man on his way out the door, he shot Veronica a questioning glance.
"Max," Veronica said. "Come in."
-
"You wanted to see me?" Veronica smiled at Lamb as she entered the Sheriff's department. "I've got class this morning, so I can't stay long."
Lamb smiled at her and took her hands, and Veronica looked down in surprise as she felt the cold steel of a pair of handcuffs slide over her wrists. "You might have to miss it," he said.
"What -" Veronica gaped at Lamb as he led her away towards the cells. After a few steps, he stopped and looked down at her.
"We've got a guy in a holding cell," he said, keeping his voice low. "He's not speaking, and we've got to let him go by this afternoon if we can't press charges."
"And this has what to do with me, exactly?" Veronica asked him.
"The guy's obviously guilty. If you can get him to speak - to say anything - we might be able to find some evidence."
"I'll see what I can do," Veronica agreed finally, and shook her head. "You know, you could have told me this over the phone."
Lamb smirked. "Now, what fun would that have been?"
By the time he led her into the cell, Lamb's expression was neutral. He removed the cuffs, and locked the door behind him without glancing back.
Veronica didn't say anything for a long time.
"You know, I don't think you're supposed to be in here with me."
Veronica looked at the man now sitting up on the bed. "Yeah, well, the Sheriff's not exactly what you'd call my biggest fan." She tried not to think of what else he was.
There was another long silence. Then, "what are you in here for?"
"Jaywalking," Veronica answered immediately.
The man burst out laughing. "No, seriously."
"Seriously," she assured him. "Like I said, he's not a fan."
The man was still smiling at her when Veronica next looked over. "What about you?" she asked.
"Kidnapping." His smile faded a little, and Veronica leaned forward, feeling dirty even as she did so.
"Guilty?" she asked him, with a hint of a smile.
The man looked at her warily, and for a moment, Veronica worried that she'd pushed too hard. Then his smile returned.
"They'll never prove it," he said smugly, and Veronica tried not to smile too much.
"Maybe they'll surprise you."
He shook his head. "No way. It's airtight."
Veronica leaned forward some more, genuinely intrigued. She smiled at him conspiratorially, and after a moment, his expression mirrored hers.
"She's long gone. Over the border. Rented a car, fake ID, paid cash."
"She?" Veronica asked.
"My ex wife," he explained. "Bitch wanted to divorce me."
"How do you know she'll stay gone?"
"Oh, she'll stay gone," he said confidently. "I've got the photos in my safe deposit box to make sure of that."
When Lamb returned what must have been an hour later, Veronica nodded at him. Lamb turned to Sacks. "Charge him," he said, as Sacks led the man out.
"Proud of me?" Veronica asked, and Lamb smiled and stepped forward.
"The wife's long gone," she told him, "but the guy has a safe deposit box you should look -"
Before she could finish, Lamb's mouth was on hers, and Veronica kissed him back as he put his hands on her hips, pressing her against the bars of the cell. She put her arms around him as his grip tightened, pushing back against him, moaning slightly as she felt him growing hard against her.
"Um, Sheriff?"
They broke apart at the voice, and Lamb stepped back, still looking at her hungrily. Her face flushed, lips swollen, Veronica looked over to see Sacks standing outside the cell.
"I'll be there in a minute," Lamb practically growled at him, never taking his eyes off Veronica.
Next: Part 12, Part 13, Part 14, Part 15, Part 16, Part 17, Part 18
Fandom: Veronica Mars
Pairing(s): Lamb/Veronica
Word Count: 1339
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Veronica helps Lamb on a case in a way she didn't anticipate.
Notes: Eleventh in the What Goes Down series. AU from episode 3:2 - My Big Fat Greek Rush Week; almost entirely AU after episode 3:9 - Spit & Eggs, but contains mild spoilers for episodes 3:10 - Show Me The Monkey and 3:11 - Tramps, Thieves, And Poughkeepsie.
Previously: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10
Veronica knocked on the door to Mac's room, and waited. It had been three days since she had seen Wallace at the Theta Beta party; two days since he had avoided her in the cafeteria; and ten minutes since he had ignored her last phone call. It had taken an effort not to detour past his room on the way, but she was on a mission.
"Hey, Veronica," Parker said as she opened the door.
"Hey, Parker," Veronica said. "Is Mac in?"
"Yeah." Parker stepped aside as Veronica entered.
"Hey, Veronica," Mac said. "What's up?"
Veronica smiled, and sat next to Mac on the bed. "So," she said. "I need a favour."
Mac rolled her eyes, but she was smiling.
"Hey," Veronica said. "Did I or did I not help you out with that whole monkey thing?"
"All right," Mac agreed. "What do you need?"
"I need you to trace some financial records," Veronica told her. "There's a company called Executive Corporation. They have links to what used to be Mercer's casino, and I need to find out who's behind it and what else they're into. Think you can do it?"
Mac smiled. "No problem. I should be able to have something for you in a few days."
"Thanks, Mac," Veronica said. "You're the best."
"I know."
Five minutes after she left Mac's room, Veronica was knocking on Wallace's door. Okay, so she was weak.
She stuck her foot in the door as Wallace opened it. Just in case.
"I've got to get to class," Wallace told her as he stepped back.
"I know," Veronica said. "Me, too. I just thought we needed to talk."
"About what?" Wallace wasn't looking at her.
"The thing with Lamb," Veronica said seriously. "It wasn't what it looked like."
"All right, then." Wallace stopped rifling through his bag, and turned to look at her. "What was it like?"
Veronica paused. What was it like, indeed?
"We're working together," she said. "On some cases. That was ... just a cover."
Wallace looked sceptical. "Working together? With the Sheriff?"
"It's really not as crazy as it sounds," Veronica assured him.
"Yeah, well, it sounds pretty crazy," he said, shaking his head. "You hate the guy."
Did she? Veronica wasn't even sure if she knew any more.
"It's not like that," was all she said.
"So that's why you haven't been around much lately? You've been with him?"
"No." Yes. "God, no. I've just been busy, that's all."
"Yeah, well." Wallace picked up his bag. "Me too, so I gotta go. I'll see you around."
On her way to class, not sure if she was in a better mood or not, Veronica answered her cell phone.
"Can you come down to the station later?"
Lamb. "Tonight? Can't. I've got to wait at home for a hooker."
Veronica smiled at the silence on the other end of the line. "I'll be there tomorrow," she said, and hung up.
-
Veronica let her bag drop to the floor and smiled at her father, who was standing in the kitchen. "Tell me you cooked," she said, "or we're getting takeout. I'm exhausted."
Keith smiled, and turned to life a pot off the stove. "Pasta," he said, draining it. "Instant."
"Hey, if it's food, I'm for it," Veronica said. As Keith sat two bowls down on the table, she looked at him.
"What?" he asked warily. "Why are you staring at me?"
"Just trying to remember what you look like," Veronica said, "so I don't forget who you are the next time you disappear."
Keith smiled a little. "Funny you should say that." He studied her. "I might be a little late home tonight."
Veronica rolled her eyes, and he gave an apologetic shrug.
"You still haven't told me anything about the case."
"Nor am I going to," Keith replied. "Trust me, you do not want in on this."
When they'd finished dinner, he kissed her on the forehead as he got up to leave. "You'll be okay without me?"
"Oh, sure," Veronica said. "I've got a guy and a couple of hookers coming over later. We'll make a night of it."
Keith smiled, but when he passed a man on his way out the door, he shot Veronica a questioning glance.
"Max," Veronica said. "Come in."
-
"You wanted to see me?" Veronica smiled at Lamb as she entered the Sheriff's department. "I've got class this morning, so I can't stay long."
Lamb smiled at her and took her hands, and Veronica looked down in surprise as she felt the cold steel of a pair of handcuffs slide over her wrists. "You might have to miss it," he said.
"What -" Veronica gaped at Lamb as he led her away towards the cells. After a few steps, he stopped and looked down at her.
"We've got a guy in a holding cell," he said, keeping his voice low. "He's not speaking, and we've got to let him go by this afternoon if we can't press charges."
"And this has what to do with me, exactly?" Veronica asked him.
"The guy's obviously guilty. If you can get him to speak - to say anything - we might be able to find some evidence."
"I'll see what I can do," Veronica agreed finally, and shook her head. "You know, you could have told me this over the phone."
Lamb smirked. "Now, what fun would that have been?"
By the time he led her into the cell, Lamb's expression was neutral. He removed the cuffs, and locked the door behind him without glancing back.
Veronica didn't say anything for a long time.
"You know, I don't think you're supposed to be in here with me."
Veronica looked at the man now sitting up on the bed. "Yeah, well, the Sheriff's not exactly what you'd call my biggest fan." She tried not to think of what else he was.
There was another long silence. Then, "what are you in here for?"
"Jaywalking," Veronica answered immediately.
The man burst out laughing. "No, seriously."
"Seriously," she assured him. "Like I said, he's not a fan."
The man was still smiling at her when Veronica next looked over. "What about you?" she asked.
"Kidnapping." His smile faded a little, and Veronica leaned forward, feeling dirty even as she did so.
"Guilty?" she asked him, with a hint of a smile.
The man looked at her warily, and for a moment, Veronica worried that she'd pushed too hard. Then his smile returned.
"They'll never prove it," he said smugly, and Veronica tried not to smile too much.
"Maybe they'll surprise you."
He shook his head. "No way. It's airtight."
Veronica leaned forward some more, genuinely intrigued. She smiled at him conspiratorially, and after a moment, his expression mirrored hers.
"She's long gone. Over the border. Rented a car, fake ID, paid cash."
"She?" Veronica asked.
"My ex wife," he explained. "Bitch wanted to divorce me."
"How do you know she'll stay gone?"
"Oh, she'll stay gone," he said confidently. "I've got the photos in my safe deposit box to make sure of that."
When Lamb returned what must have been an hour later, Veronica nodded at him. Lamb turned to Sacks. "Charge him," he said, as Sacks led the man out.
"Proud of me?" Veronica asked, and Lamb smiled and stepped forward.
"The wife's long gone," she told him, "but the guy has a safe deposit box you should look -"
Before she could finish, Lamb's mouth was on hers, and Veronica kissed him back as he put his hands on her hips, pressing her against the bars of the cell. She put her arms around him as his grip tightened, pushing back against him, moaning slightly as she felt him growing hard against her.
"Um, Sheriff?"
They broke apart at the voice, and Lamb stepped back, still looking at her hungrily. Her face flushed, lips swollen, Veronica looked over to see Sacks standing outside the cell.
"I'll be there in a minute," Lamb practically growled at him, never taking his eyes off Veronica.
Next: Part 12, Part 13, Part 14, Part 15, Part 16, Part 17, Part 18