The first time they met, she was looking for somebody's stolen pure-bred, champion chihuahua and found herself wandering down the wrong alley, and, being herself, felt the need to investigate the sounds of a fight at the other end.
She found herself shoved roughly against the wall as a one-eyed man fought with somebody who looked like he was stuck in 1994. Veronica must have blacked out for a moment because one minute they were fighting and the next she the one-eyed man was next to her, seeing if she was all right.
He looked nice enough, and told her the guy was a mugger, and that he'd run him off. Veronica accepted this, and allowed him to wait with her while Wallace came to pick her up.
The second time they met, he was searching for a friend and wandered into her father's office.
"Your dad comes highly recommended," Xander said. But her dad wasn't in at the moment. She quoted their rates and promised that they'd do their best.
The third time they met, she was wearing a dress and he was wearing a tux, and he took her by the arm and told her she shouldn't be there.
"I'm on your case," she said, avoiding the fact that her dress - which was gorgeous - would be charged at his expense.
"She's not here," he said. "I'd know if she was. You're in danger here."
And then he led her out.
The fourth time they met, she was demanding more information, because this missing persons case was starting to get into some pretty heavy stuff. He told her she was free to drop the case at anytime if she felt uncomfortable with it, or felt she couldn't complete the task. She snarled at him, managed to weasel a few more bits of information, and glared at him as he left.
The fifth time they met, she had broken into the corporate headquarters of a huge, evil sounding law firm in LA. She walked around a corner and was pulled into an alcove, and found his lips pressed firmly to hers. She tried to back off, but he spun her and pressed her to the wall until she heard footsteps pass them and he backed away.
"You don't know it," he said, "but I just saved your life. Come on."
She followed him up the stairs, and into a large office with huge windows, and a large man with big hair sitting behind a desk.
"I told you," said Xander.
"Fine," said the man behind the desk. He tossed a box at Xander, which Xander snatched from the air with gusto. "You win. Will you leave now?"
"So wait," Veronica said. "This whole thing was over a bet?"
"Yeah," Xander said. "But a really important one."
"What's in the box?"
Xander lifted the lid and showed her a small plush pink pig.
"And you know the guy who runs the place?"
"Yup," Xander said.
"And the guy who runs the place isn't happy about that," said the man behind the desk.
"So that kiss wasn't really about saving my life?" Veronica asked.
Xander shrugged. "Sorry," he said. "Just always wanted to do that."