Author's Note: It's been forever, I know. I'm sorry. Hopefully the next chapter will be up sooner. Enjoy.

There Might Be Blood

"No- Blair will take her to a movie."

Blair looked at Serena as if she had just shaved her own head off and told Blair to eat her golden locks. What hadn't the blonde heard? The part where the stupid teenage girl was happy by herself, or the part where she was happy with her Harry Potter book? Blair was going to kill her best friend for offering her up to this nerdy fifteen-year-old's mother.

"I would do it myself but I have something with my family, so...."

Serena looked at her and Blair was about to protest, but Mrs. Bordmen said, "Why, Emma would love that." She looked at Blair and briefly asked, "You sure you don't mind?" She didn't even wait for a response before saying, "Emma, dear, come here."

When the woman looked over to her, Blair forced a smile and said, "Anything for the friends of Dean Baraby."

If she wanted to get into Yale, sucking up was going to have to be a necessity.

Emma entered the room, in a white and red sweater and matching skirt, looking uptight and obnoxious. She was a nerdy lover of Harry Potter, but things could have been worse. At least she didn't look like too much of loser. Blair couldn't help rolling her eyes just a little bit anyway.

"Emma, Serena's friend-" the woman cut herself off to look at Blair- as if she had forgotten her name.

As if she had just tasted something bitter, the brunette said, "Blair."

"Yes," the woman continued. "Would like to take you to a movie."

Emma looked at Blair and mechanically said, "Oh, thank you."

Smiling brightly- as if her idea was genius, Serena said, "This is going to be fun," as the girl's mother left the room.

Blair looked at Serena, raising her eyebrows- as if suggesting she was insane- and then looked to Emma and gave her a reassuring smile. Emma laughed a little, but her smile was wan.

It was then that Blair realized her future at Yale depended on what this girl told her mother, so she had to make this trip to the movies fun and entertaining. She had to make it so good that Emma told her mother all about how amazing Blair was, just so it would get back to the dean.

Her stomach knotted up and she continued to force her smile, her fingers itching to text Dan.

The moment Dan saw Agnes wheeling a cart, covered by a bulging canvas, exiting Jenny's room, and Jenny following after her- both of them dressed in black- he knew something was up. And when his sister saw him and said, "Dan, what are you doing here?" he very nearly kicked Agnes out and ordered his sister to change out of her dramatic attire and into Strawberry ShortCake footies.

Instead, he tried to keep his voice level and he asked, "What am I doing here? What are you doing?"

"Oh, brother," Agnes said, and she abandoned the cart, moving across the room and taking her phone out of her pocket.

Behind Dan, Nate was staring at the scene before him.

Dan strode forward and met his sister by the cart.

"What is this?" Dan asked, gesturing to the cart. "What's going on?"

Jenny jumpily replied with, "Nothing."

"Nothing? This doesn't look like nothing," he bellowed. "This better be for Eleanor."

Biting her lip, she quietly replied, "I quit Eleanor's."

"What?" he asked, feeling as if he had just been shoved into a universe where he had no idea what was going on. "You quit Eleanor's?"

"I had to, she was using me," Jenny argued.

Dan shook his head, "Does Dad know about this? What am I saying? Of course Dad doesn't know about this- You haven't been shipped off to a convent yet!"

"Hey," Nate said, walking over to Dan. "Just take it easy-"

"Look, I'm sorry Nate," Dan said, losing inches of his patience every minute. "But this isn't any of your business."

And it wasn't. Not only was Dan suspicious of what Nate felt for his sister, but now he was an interloper in family affairs? No. That is where he drew the line. For a brief moment he wondered if Blair was right- he wondered if he had made the right choice by asking Nate to live with them. But he knew he had. Nate needed the help, and he had done the right thing- not matter what he was interfering in.

"Dan, I promise I'll tell Dad everything tomorrow," Jenny said, her voice bordering on pleading. "But I really need tonight- I've worked so hard for this."

In an instant, Dan wished Blair was there- he felt like she would be able to handle the situation, figure it out, and do what was right to put his sister in line. Because he was convinced that she was getting extremely out of line.

He snapped, "For what? What is this?"

He tried to pull the canvas up, but she swatted his hand away, "Stop it!" Then, after a pause, she said, "We're putting on a guerilla fashion show."

Dan wondered if he had heard her correctly.

Now I definitely wish Blair was here, he thought.

"What? I-I don't even know what that is," he said.

"Okay," she replied. "These dresses- I made them, and Agnes and her friends are going to model all of them," she explained. "Please, Dan, tonight is the one night I have to show everyone what I can do."

His sister sounded so passionate, and she was pleading him to do this for her. He felt his resolve slipping. It had never been easy to deny his sister of the things that she wanted- unless he knew for sure that they were harmful- but a fashion show? That couldn't hurt anyone, could it?

Oh Humphrey, how little you learn.

So, the little Harry Potter fan wasn't so into magic and ice cream as she had let her parents believe. No, Emma was more into being devirginized and getting drunk than she was into spells and Haagen-dazs. And because of this, she had threatened Blair into helping her achieve her goals, or so help her she was going to tell the dean that Blair was a bad baby-sitter, and what's more, a bad person who got fifteen-year-olds drunk. Basically, if she didn't find the girl some alcohol and someone to deflower her, Blair could kiss her future good-bye. And what if Emma's parents found out what Blair had helped their daughter do? Well, then Blair would really be screwed. But if she lost their daughter, who then got drunk and devirginized? Then Blair would be looking at life from behind bars, she was sure.

But, after she had managed to get Emma into the van der Bass apartment and into some of Serena's clothes, Chuck had gone and ruined everything. It would have been so easy- to take Emma to Bart and Lily's charity event and feign shock at how lame it was later- but now, they had lost the little tart, and Blair was feeling the pressure.

Anxiously, as Serena tried interrogating the butler again- to see if Chuck had made any mention of where they would go- Blair called Dan with shaking hands.

"Hello?" he answered, and he sounded hassled.

"Dan!" Blair said frantically. "Oh my God! You will not believe what happened!" and then she fell into a rush of recounting what had happened- from being wrangled into baby-sitting Emma, to her desire to lose her virginity, to her disappearing with Chuck.

When she finished, Dan said, "Look, I'm really sorry I can't be of any help to you right now- but my sister is missing."

This stalled Blair momentarily, and she asked, "What?"

"Yeah, she's putting on some fashion show thing and she disappeared with some model's friends and Nate," he said, sounding extremely tired.

Blair reiterated, "Nate?"

"Yeah," Dan growled. "And when I see him again, I'm going to kill him."

In the background, Blair heard a car beeping. "Who is that?" someone- sounding oddly like Vanessa- asked.

"My friend, Ben," Dan lied.

Blair rolled her eyes.

"Smooth, Humphrey," Blair muttered.

"Listen, I have to go- I'm sorry about your problem- but could you let me know if you see Jenny or hear about her by any chance?" Dan asked, and he sounded truly worried.

Blair sighed, wishing he wasn't so busy, so that he could help her with her own problem, or at least try to calm her down. Instead, she said, "Sure."

"Thanks. I'll talk to you later," he said, and he hung up.

Clutching her phone in her hands, Blair jumped a little when Serena entered the room.

"Did he hear anything?" she demanded.

The blonde shook her head and sat down, "He said Chuck only asked him to give me the ring and that was it."

Blair started pacing, "Did you try calling him?"

Serena nodded, "He didn't answer."

Blair groaned.

"Calm down, B," Serena said, tapping at the keys on her BlackBerry. "We'll find them."

The brunette couldn't bear to think about what would happen if they didn't.

"Text him!" she said hysterically.

"I've texted him six times," Serena replied, putting her phone on the arm of her chair.

Getting frantic, Blair shouted, "Well, text him again! Before he screws that girl and any other chance I had at getting into Yale!"

"I put a heads-up on Gossip Girl and have all of the girls keeping an eye out," Serena said calmly, and Blair wanted to shake her for being so at-ease. "Chuck!"

Blair turned and saw Chuck entering the room. "You!" she shouted, and strode up to him. "What did you do with her?" she pushed him.

"Hey!" he said, sounding only a little hassled. "She assaulted me- demanded I deflower her."

"Iz just texted me," Serena announced. "She said the bartender at One Oak said E. Bordmen used her credit card there."

Blair sighed in relief, "Good, let's go!"

Dan wanted to be there for Blair while she was dealing with a fifteen-year-old trying to have her virginal flower plucked, but her problems paled in importance to his own.

He had told Jenny he needed time to think about whether she could go and throw this fashion show or not. He had gone down to the cafe to talk it through with Vanessa, leaving Nate to make sure the girls didn't leave. And now? Now they were all missing, and Nate was completely to blame. Though he called both their phones multiple times, as he, Vanessa, and Rufus had scoured Brooklyn by taxi and by foot, neither of them had answered. So now, back at the loft, he was getting frantic.

"We give that boy a roof over his head, food, support, and he does this?" Rufus fumed in the living room, clutching the cordless phone in his hand.

Vanessa shook her head, saying, "Dan, I told you Nate was questionable.

Before Dan could reply, his phone beeped in his pocket.

Grabbing for it, he found that he had a text from Blair.

Blair: Dan- cant call you- trying to find little sex-crazed bitch. Found Jenny. Check Gossip Girl. Sorry.

He wasn't sure what she was apologizing for, but he didn't think about it. Instead, he hurried into his room and plugged in the Gossip Girl URL, Rufus and Vanessa following behind him.

As they stood in the doorway, he watched the site pop up, making him nearly choke on his own saliva.

Right in front of him, was a picture of Jenny and Nate. Kissing.

Now he understood why Blair had apologized. She had wanted to help him find his sister, but didn't like being the bearer of his bad news.

"What?" he sounded.

"What is it?" his father asked.

Dan quickly looked away from the screen, "Nothing- Gossip Girl. They're at The Palace."

"What? Let me see-"

"No," Dan said, closing his laptop. "There's nothing to see, let's just go- Now."

The three of them hurried downstairs and stood on the sidewalk, waiting for a cab. When they had secured one and were all sitting in the back seat, Dan managed to text Blair.

Dan: Thank you. Sorry I can't be of more help to you.

She texted back soon after.

Blair: Thats okay. Sex-crazed bitch on the move again- apparently trying to hook up with some Euro-trash named Serge.

Dan couldn't help but laugh a little.

Dan: Sorry to hear that.

Blair: Ur not going to kill Nate, are you?

Dan's jaw clenched.

Dan: I'll let you know.

Blair felt her whole body relax when she had a picture of Emma's mother and another man in a heated lip-lock, securely saved on her phone. But, of course, Serena wasn't allowing her to share that ease.

"Blair, you are not using this woman's affair to get into Yale."

Shaking her head, Blair said, "Serena, open your eyes! This is a sign from God- He wants me to do this!"

"This family needs help!" Serena shouted.

The self-righteousness of her friend was making Blair nauseous, but it also made her briefly think of Dan.

"Well, no argument there- They're even more screwed up than yours!"

Serena then got a text, looking down at her phone for a moment, she sighed and said, "Whatever, Blair. I'm late for my mom's event. Do whatever you want," and she hurried away.

Blair was left standing by the bar, thinking it over.

What should she do: Save Emma or just use the picture to blackmail Mrs. Bordmen into putting in a good word with the dean?

Something that sounded an awful lot like Dan's voice filled her head, sounding snarky and incredulous, saying, "You're not actually thinking about this, are you?"

Blair groaned. Fine, she would find Chuck, find the address of this Serge, and save the little troublemaker.

If only Dan would stop talking to her VIA her own subconscious.

In the cold darkness of Central Park later that night, Dan and Blair sat together on a bunch, sides pressed together, drinking hot chocolate.

"I'm glad I kicked him out," Dan said.

Blair shook her head, "He's homeless."

Dan only felt a twinge of guilt, and he replied, "He has rich friends."

She gave him a look and stared at him dubiously.

"He does."

They sat in silence for a moment, both mulling over their own thoughts.

"What happens now?" Blair asked. "What's your dad going to do about Jenny?"

After placing his arm around Blair's shoulders, Dan shook his head, "I don't know."

"I'm not exactly a fan of hers, but that fashion show was pretty impressive," Blair said, looking up at Dan."

He looked down at her and tried not to smile, saying, "Don't try to make this okay."

"Why?" she smiled. "Dan, come on! She's going to get so much publicity."

He shook his head, saying, "I hope she gets a severe punishment- that's what I want her to get."

She smirked a little, but didn't say anything.

"What happened with your sex-crazed bitch?" he asked, a smile finally donning his lips.

"Saved her without blackmailing her mother," Blair said, feeling surprisingly proud of herself for doing the right thing. Dan gave her a confused look and she just waved him off with her free hand, saying, "Just know that you're making me a better person."

He smiled at her, "Am I?"

"Yes," she replied, smirking at him.

"Are you sure that's my doing?" he asked.

She nudged him with her shoulder, saying, "I'm no better on my own."

He smiled down at her, looking hungrily at her for a moment before he leaned forward and kissed her.