A/N: I cannot thank you all enough for the wonderful reviews. It really inspires me to keep writing.

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Sam looked down at the his phone. Blair had programmed the GPS to take him to Jenny's work. He scanned the skyline as he walked. He would never be a city boy but he had to admit New York had a certain charm he might be able to get used to.

The phone chirped to indicate he had reached his destination and Sam entered the tall high rise. A receptionist directed him to Jenny's office. The office was more like a giant workroom where it appeared some kind of cloth demon had exploded everywhere.

There were sketches hung all over the walls and fabric everywhere. In the center of the room Jenny was leaning against a table her brow furrowed and a pencil end in her mouth. Sam admired her for a moment, not wanting to interrupt. Her blonde hair was pulled back in a ponytail and her bangs were tucked behind one ear. Her dark eyeliner accentuated her blue eyes and gave an edge to her otherwise soft features.

"Oh Sam, hi, sorry this last design is really killing me." Jenny said noticing him leaning against the doorframe. She stood up and smoothed her dress. "Eleanor is demanding that I tone down the so-called punk rock influences so I'm trying to mix edgy and classic. Kind of impossible." She rolled her eyes and Sam thought she looked awfully cute when she did that.

"Yeah, sounds kind of oxymoronic." Sam replied. Jenny looked surprised at his choice of words and then quickly tried to cover it.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to, I mean..." She trailed off muttering.

"It's cool. I went to Stanford, never graduated but I was about a month away. Almost went to law school but...family kind of interfered." Sam said taking a seat in the chair Jenny had cleared for him.

"Cool. I tried to become a fashion designer at 15 by highjacking a high society dinner and having a guerrilla fashion show. My dad wouldn't sign the papers though and then my partner messed things up and burned all my designs. I get the whole family messing up your dreams thing." Jenny was rambling but he kind of liked it. "Anyways, Blair said that you had some questions you wanted to ask me."

"Yeah, I'm a private investigator back in Boston and I'm looking into some mysterious deaths for a client. Have you noticed anything strange lately? People at parties, deaths, disappearances?" Sam hated lying to her but since he listed himself as a special private investigator it wasn't a total lie.

"Um. Well a few months back there were a couple of men in Lily's building that went missing. There was a big meeting about it, discussion about crime in the city, the usual." Jenny wrinkled her nose as she thought. "Actually at a fashion show we hosted last week for a select clientele, you know high paying high volume clients. There was a lady I had never seen before there who seemed to be scoping out the clients."

"Is that unusual for you to see someone you don't know there?" Sam asked.

"Yeah, I try to memorize the names and previous order history of all our major clients. Makes them feel appreciated when the brand remembers them. Keeps customer loyalty up. Eleanor had her thrown out when she didn't have an invitation." Jenny told him.

"Can you describe her?" Sam pulled out a small notebook and made a few notes while Jenny thought back.

"I have a picture. It's a little blurry but you can see her. It's..." She began to rummage through a stack of papers. "Here! That's her in the back." Sam took the photo and studied it.

The woman was pale with light blond hair. Her clothes were flashy then the other women in the picture, she definitely did not fit in.

"Do your clients tend to be older married women?" Sam asked wondering if their gold diggers as target hunch might be correct. The woman could be searching for women recently divorced whose husbands had left them for younger women then taken revenge by killing the gold diggers. Vengeance was a demon speciality and it always came with a price.

"It used to. We've started to attract a younger clientele lately. I've tried to expand the line to reach the younger demographic. But our pieces are still more class then flash. Like Blair." Jenny figured Sam wouldn't get the comparison but she threw it out there anyways.

"Thanks. This helps." Sam got up to leave. "Good luck with your design." Jenny shook his hand awkwardly and watched as he walked away. "Actually, do you want to have dinner tonight or something?" Jenny smiled.

"Dinner would be great. Pick me up at eight. I'll probably still be here so just swing by."

"Awesome." Sam said and gave her one last smile before leaving the cluttered office.

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Meanwhile

"Blair!" Serena exclaimed as she opened the door and threw her arms around her best friend. "Come in! I was just trying to get some work done."

Serena wrote a blog for New York Magazine and it was fast becoming their most popular. She and Carter were invited to more high society events then any other couple and she discussed who was there and what they wore. As well as sharing her own fashion and lifestyle tips. Blair made it a point to read every entry and admired how Serena's enthusiasm and charm managed to shine through.

Serena led Blair upstairs to her office. The room was an absolute mess of papers, magazines, and photos. Serena cringed and then quickly closed the door.

"Why don't we go sit in Carter's office instead?" She offered leading Blair to the next door. Carter's office was impeccably neat and tidy compared to his wife's. He was a high profile defense attorney and everything was arranged in neat rows. His law degree hung on the wall next to a picture of him and Serena on their wedding day.

"Much better." Blair said taking a seat. "S, I need some information for something Dean and I are working on." Serena knew the bare minimal information about what Dean and Sam did. She claimed not to want to know more so she understood the hidden meaning in Blair's request.

"Whatever I can do to help B."

"Has anything strange been happening lately? Trophy wives disappearing, billionaires getting divorced anything like that?" Blair asked and Serena chewed her bottom lip as she thought.

"No, not besides those four girls. I met them each once, I think, their boyfriends were friends of friends so they attended a couple of our parties." Serena tried to remember. "They seemed happy, you know not suicidal or anything. I don't really remember anything else."

"That should help." Blair said making notes in her little notebook.

"So since your office is such a mess you just like you can waltz in here and use mine." They turned to see Carter leaning against the doorframe smirking. "Hi beautiful, how was your day? Blair, always a pleasure." He gave Serena a soft kiss on the cheek and smiled at Blair.

"You're home early. Did court go well?" Serena asked, practically beaming. Blair smiled she remembered that newlywed glow.

"Yeah, we plea bargained down to one count. Hopefully sentencing will go well." Carter replied leaning back in his chair. "The poor kid's mother is a mess."

"B, join us for dinner?" Serena asked. "Chef is making Lobster Bisque."

"I should be getting back. Dean's probably waiting for my report. He's rather impatient." Blair rolled her eyes. "Men." Serena giggled and Carter shook his head.

"Another time?"

"Of course. Enjoy your night." Blair waved good-bye and left.

"What did you tell her?" Carter asked his wife once they heard the door close.

"Minimal details just like you said." Serena replied sighing. "I hate not being able to tell her the truth."

"Soon enough. I want to see if the Winchesters are really as good as everyone says they are first." Carter stood up and offered a hand to his wife. "A few more days and we'll know. Until then we have to stick to the plan." Serena nodded knowing he was right.

"Shall I tell Chef to start the lobster Mr. Baizen?" She asked.

"Sounds divine Mrs. Baizen." He replied nuzzling her neck.