She was spiraling. Other people couldn't see it, not his father, not Charlie's assistant or her secretary. She was very good at hiding it, but he'd known her the longest out of anyone in the office. He'd seen her spiralling like this before but never like this. She was crossing lines with little thought of the consequences, and he was certain she'd crossed the line in the past few weeks since she'd been back from New York. She'd been different, and at first, he had thought that she was finally realizing the responsibilities of her position, and actually reading the reports that landed on her desk every day.

He had been wrong.

Sam tilts his head slightly, looking at the man who had just entered Charlie's office, and frowns slightly. They had been in the middle of a meeting—well he'd been lecturing her about her terrible eating habits as of late. She wasn't even putting any effort into working out like they had done. Charlie had ignored him, she always had before but the way she perked up when the strange man entered her office was slightly disconcerting.

"How did it go?" Charlie asked getting up and taking the thick folder that was handed to her.

"There was nothing suspicious to report, no one new. I have the pictures that you requested, are you certain you want to make an extension? I mean the money is good on my end, but she seems to live a rather low-risk life. School, girlfriend, parents."

"I do, just for a little while longer," Charlie says as she opens the folder and sits back down. "At least I'm certain that she's safe."

"Understood," the private investigator said calmly nodding his head toward Sam before leaving.

Sam turned in his seat to watch him go, making sure the door was closed before turning back to Charlie who was currently flipping through a stack of photos of her ex-girlfriend. He takes a breath, he was Charlie's friend, and one of her closest confidants which is why he had no problem calling her out. "I'm pretty sure what you're doing could be considered a form of harassment if not stalking." Charlie stopped flipping through the photos and the action caused Sam to pause, wondering if she was going to lash out at him. He swallows before licking his lips and meeting Charlie's gaze.

"I'm not stalking Santana."

"Are you certain? I mean you're currently have a PI, keeping tabs on her and taking photos. If you're not stalking, you've definitely crossed some sort of line when it comes to your relationship with Santana," Sam said forcibly. She was definitely spiraling if she couldn't make this simple connection, and he didn't want her to do anything rash or stupid. "Charlie are you—"

Charlie narrowed her eyes as she looked up at him causing him to stop talking, "That party that your father made me go to—I met a very interesting person there. Sue Sylvester, she's a vice president in Titan Industries, you probably haven't heard of them. But to keep this story short, they have multiple divisions, and one of them was tasked was looking into other dimensions, or as they call it the singularity."

"You found them?" Sam asked, his voice small as he stared at Charlie. Maybe she hadn't been spiraling—but he couldn't shake the feeling that Charlie was going to do something very illegal. "What does any of that have to do with you having a PI, following Santana around and taking pictures."

"Because Sue Sylvester knew exactly who I was Sam, and I know I'm under surveillance. I'm trying to see if Santana is as well without getting involved."

"Thank god," Sam said releasing a breath of air that he didn't know he'd been holding. When Charlie looks at him sharply, he points to the folder. "I'm not saying that any of that is good news, but I'm glad you're not stalking Santana."

Charlie raised a brow, "She needs to know, but I can't be the one that talks to her. I don't know if they're tapping my phones—let alone anything else. I got some anti-listening devices in the office, but I just can't appear at Santana's place and explain this. It puts her in danger and unlike me Santana uses her abilities for small inconsequential things mostly. I've been using it to move around as of late. But I still don't want to go over there. I'd never forgive myself if I put her in their crosshairs."

Sam nods, Charlie was worried. He would be too if he was in her shoes. "Do you want me to have this conversation with her? She needs to hear it from someone don't you think?"

Charlie hesitated for a moment, she couldn't just leave Santana in the dark on this, but she would insist on trying to handle this through the justice system. She sighs, Santana needed to know, in case anything happened to her. As much as she wanted to keep Santana safe, she wasn't sure what would happen to her and Santana needed to be prepared. "Yes. Do it."

Sam nodded, "I'll make it happen. I'll leave out the bit about you having her followed, which you should totally stop by the way. What are you going to do about Titan Industries?"

"I don't know yet."

"Really?" Sam frowned watching as Charlie flicked through more photos. "You don't know?"

"I need names and I need people, as easy as it would be to destroy everything and everyone in that building, I can't imagine that everyone in Titan Industries was involved. So, I have to be smart about this." Charlie looked up at him, "I'm fine Sam."

"You sure?" Sam pressed. "You know how you get when you use your powers non-stop—"

"I'm fine Sam, I just—" Charlie stared at the photo in front of her for a moment. She wasn't quite sure why the PI had taken a picture of Frannie, but there she was.

"You just—?" Sam prompts immediately.

Charlie begins to flip through the photos her breath catching, as she studies the photos of Santana and Frannie, stopping on the picture of them exchanging a kiss and she freezes. She didn't quite understand what they were doing together. It was Frannie and Santana—she barely notices that Sam is now behind her, or that he's pulling the folder out from her hands.

"Seeing pictures of Santana with her girlfriend is only going to upset you Charlie, I know you think you can handle it but it's okay if you can't. These things are hard and—" the entire building began to quake, knocking things off Charlie's desk and sending him flying to the ground.

Charlie's glass table shatters into her lap, but she doesn't notice or care. Santana and Frannie? It didn't make sense to her. She could understand Santana not knowing, but Frannie? This felt like some plot to get back at her. She was just using Santana, that had to be the situation. She would just have to simply make Frannie disappear—

Cold water was dumped onto her head and she turns to glare at Sam who held her gaze. "You're going to bring the building down on all of us. So please calm down." The building stopped quaking and Sam took a breath relaxing for a moment.

"Did you know?"

Sam shivered, there was a coolness to her voice that he had never heard before. "Know about what?" Sam asked.

"Frannie and Santana—did you know?"

"No," Sam replied honestly pausing. "Who the fuck is Frannie?"

"My sister," Charlie answered, feeling her anger rising again. It would make sense that Sam wouldn't know, but Quinn probably did. She had thought she could trust Quinn, with everything but she was clearly colluding with Frannie. She had no idea why Quinn had wanted to let that snake back into their lives.

"Oh." Sam said before Charlie looked at him again, "Oh." Sam flinches as Charlie gets up, sending shards of glass flying. He resists the urge to stop her, but she was angry, and people generally ended up dead when Charlie was angry. He gathers up his courage and quickly moves in front of Charlie blocking her exit.

"Move."

"After you promise that you're not going to hurt anyone," Sam said immediately, he closed his eyes as Charlie raised her hand slowly. "You said you didn't give a shit about who Santana dated." He opened his eye, nothing had happened to him which probably meant that Charlie was—gone. She had left him standing here. "Well, shit." He winces and looks at the office, noting that everyone had looked terrified that an earthquake had hit. It was a mess that Charlie had left him, but he needed to give Quinn a heads up to give Santana one, since he didn't have her number, then he was going to help with the evacuation and think of a believable excuse as to where Charlie was.