Hey guys, Sorry I'm taking so long to update this, I'm in college so gimme a break ( :D ). Most of this is written already but I still try to read over it to make sure it makes sense. Enjoy! Don't forget to comment!

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Nate's eyes widened and he looked at Serena expectantly.

Serena cleared her throat. She looked at Chuck. "How do you know that?"

Chuck shrugged. "It's not important."

Nate looked upset. "Answer his question. I'm interested."

Serena looked away. "I wanted to talk to him. That's all."

Nate shot her a dirty look. "What could you and Damien possibly have to talk about? And why were you trying to hide it from me?"

Serena didn't feel like explaining anything to them. "It has nothing to do with you guys. I'm leaving, I got what I came here for." She winked at Nate but he scowled at her because he found no humor in what she said.

Chuck grabbed her arm and turned her back around aggressively. "Stay away from Damien."

Serena tried to pull away but Chuck's grasp tightened. "You're hurting me."

Nate's hand tightened around Chuck's wrist. "You're hurting her."

Chuck backed away and Serena turned to Nate. "I need you to trust me, okay?" Nate didn't respond and Serena turned on her heel and left.

Nate turned to Chuck angrily. "Don't touch her. Ever."

Chuck shot him a dirty glance. "You're soft, Nathaniel."

"Get out."

…

Serena came up behind Nate and put her hands over his eyes. He pulled away from her and looked at her flatly. He was still upset about yesterday. "Oh…hi."

Serena frowned. "Wow, Nate. Don't show so much excitement all at once!"

Nate wasn't amused by her sarcasm. "I need to go to practice."

Serena looked at her watch. "That's not for another half hour."

Nate shrugged. "What's your point?"

Serena looked around to see her classmates glancing in her direction. She lowered her voice. "Look, I'm sorry I lied to you about it. But I need you to trust me. I know what I'm doing, okay?"

"I do trust you. But Damien is a creep. I hate the thought of you going to see him alone. So many things could've gone wrong."

"Except he's terrified of me so he wouldn't dare try anything to hurt me. Look, I'll tell you soon just not now, okay?"

"Why not?"

"Because you're terrible at hiding things. You're the worst liar ever. And I don't want Chuck to know just yet."

Nate couldn't argue any of her points. "Fine...but be careful."

Serena smiled and wrapped her arms around his neck. Nate wrapped his arms around her waist and pressed his forehead against hers. She smiled at him. Everything about their relationship was speculated about constantly so they generally kept the PDA to handholding and the occasional peck. People loved and hated them as a couple and there were breakup rumors every other day.

Serena could sense the jealousy radiating from her peers around her. She kept a tight grasp on him and lowered her voice to a flirty whisper. "I never got the chance to tell you how amazing you were yesterday."

Nate felt his face get hot and smiled. He met her lips with his for a few seconds and then pulled away. "You were great too."

Serena planted another small kiss on his lips, ignoring the flash that came from someone's phone. People didn't even try to be discreet anymore. "I love you, Natie."

"Me too." He tightened his grip around her waist and picked her up and spun her around before placing her down again. "I really have to go now."

Serena nodded and pulled away. "Okay. Have fun at practice."

Nate pulled her back in for one more kiss. Serena's lips parted as they met his and then he pulled away, leaving her dizzy. "I'll call you later, babe."

Serena couldn't help but smile like an idiot as she watched him walk away. Blair was suddenly next to her. "You guys are sickening." She smiled and gave her a playful nudge. "I really need a massage. Come?"

…

Chuck cleared his throat. "I think I know who "G" is. Really, it's more than one person."

Nate felt his jaw drop. "What? How!"

"Ssshh! Keep your voice down. Damien Dalgaard."

Serena found her voice. "Damien is G?"

Chuck leaned over, his voice just above a whisper. "He knows who G is."

Nate was having trouble keeping up. "How? Why?"

"That's what I'm trying to figure out. I had a car sent to his hotel. He'll think his dad sent it but that car is coming straight to us. So afterschool, then we all head to my place."

Nate nodded and intertwined his fingers with Serena's as he walked her to class. He could feel everyone staring at them; he hated how involved everyone was in their relationship. He could see people in shock that they were still together after those pictures went up on Gossip Girl, some even angry. Serena stopped and looked at him. "You look deep in thought."

He looked at her for a bit. She was so beautiful it made his heart burst. "I'm just wondering if this will all finally be over soon. Did you know what Damien knows who G is? Is that why you visited him?

Serena bit her bottom lip and shook her head. "No. I thought he was G but he proved me wrong."

He wrapped his arms around her. "All of this is gonna end soon. And we won't ever have to worry about looking over our shoulders ever again."

Serena felt so safe in her arms, she smiled at him. "I'll see you after school."

…

Blair paced anxiously as they waited for Damien's arrival. She wanted Chuck to comfort her but he was busy on the phone. Nate and Serena were in one of the bedrooms. She looked in the mirror and held her head high. She was a Waldorf and no one was allowed to frighten or make a fool of her. G had even ruined her birthday party!

There was a knock on the door and Chuck walked calmly to open it. It would be his guys telling them Damien was a block away. He'd made sure the driver gave Damien a drink, which would make him drowsy enough to not realize where he was until it was too late. He opened the door and found Detective Given standing there. Worst possible timing. "Detective Given…to what do I owe this surprise?"

The detective frowned, making ugly marks on his otherwise handsome face. "We've had a meeting set up for weeks, Mr. Bass. I wanted to talk to you about…oh hello Ms. Waldorf."

Serena walked out of the room, Nate closely behind her. "Is he here? Oh…hello…"

"Wow, all of you are here. How convenient. I wanted to talk to you about the murder in the Hamptons this past summer. The one during your birthday party, Ms. Waldorf. Someone anonymously mailed in the weapon."

Chuck got the phone call he'd been waiting for. Damien was only a block away. It was so rare when he lost his cool but he was getting nervous. "Could we reschedule? We were just on our way out, now is not a good time…" It was too late, even if the detective left now he'd run into a drugged up Damien being forced into the hotel.

He thought about hitting the detective hard enough with a vase and knocking him out, but that wasn't the smartest idea. He cleared his throat and looked at him. He seemed to like Serena the best. "Maybe if we each talked to you, one at a time, privately, it'd be easier?"

The detective nodded. "Whatever you feel most comfortable with."

Chuck nodded. "Okay. Serena go into that room and you can talk to him first."

Serena was about to protest but her friends' faces begged her not to. "Very well. Right this way."

Serena led the way to the furthest room, which consisted of a few couches and a fireplace along with a fully stocked bar. She closed the heavy wooden door behind them and hoped that'd be enough to mask any noise. She heard her phone chime and saw a text from Chuck: Buy us some time. As much as possible.

Serena cleared her throat. "Would you like something to drink? I'm thirsty."

Detective Giver nodded his head. "Water would be great."

She walked over to the bar and poured them both a glass of water. She walked over and handed him a glass and she could tell that he noticed her hand trembling slightly; she couldn't help but be nervous. "I could talk to your friends first and come to you last."

Serena shook her head almost too quickly. "No. I'm just a little stressed out, senior year and choosing a college and stuff. Where did you go to school?

"I went to Boston College and then got my masters at NYU."

Chuck grabbed Damien by the collar as soon as he stepped foot in the room. He covered his mouth to muffle his protests. They all half-carried him to the other room. Nate tied his hands together while Blair put a piece of tape over his mouth. They sat him up on the bed and Nate tied his feet together. If only Detective Given knew that they were holding someone hostage just in the next room. Chuck looked at his watch; the drug should lose its effect 10 minutes from now.

Serena drank her water slowly. "Why are you interrogating us again? We've already told you everything we know."

"Well, it's been about 6 months since we last interrogated you. And with an unsolved case this is just routine. I only have a couple more questions." His phone rang. "Oh I have to step out for a minute to take this call."

Serena got up instantly. "Oh, you can take it in here! I have to step out anyway…bathroom." She turned and left the room instantly. She looked around for Damien until she finally heard noise coming from Chuck's room. "What are you guys…you tied him up!"

"We didn't want him to make noise! Get back to the detective. "He's taking a phone call! I stepped out to use the bathroom."

Blair looked at her. "The drug is going to wear off any second now. In 5 minutes I'll go and talk to him. Just get us a few more minutes."

Serena nodded and opened the door to find Detective Given right outside the door. She stepped out and closed it behind her. "What were we talking about?"

Detective Given gave her a concerned look. "Are you alright? Are Nate, Chuck, and Blair in there?"

"I'm okay. Yeah, they're watching TV. Waiting for us to finish talking."

The detective nodded and they walked back to the other room. "Serena, are you alright?" He looked at her right in the eye and she avoided his gaze.

She cleared her throat and met his gaze. "Yes."

"Okay. Do you believe this murder is linked to the murder of Georgina Sparks?"

She didn't see the point in lying. "Yes, but I don't know how."

"Why do you think Ms. Sparks was murdered?"

"I think it was an accident. Maybe an argument that got too out of hand. The person who killed her probably got angry and in the heat of the moment grabbed a field hockey stick and hit her right on the head. Then once he realized what he'd done then he freaked out and here we are."

Detective Given held his breath. "How did you know she was killed by a blow to the head, with what we assumed to be a hockey stick? We never released that information."

Serena realized that she'd gotten than information from Chuck. "I don't know."

"Ms. Van der Woodsen…"

Serena couldn't confess now. "Look, we have people working for us. We want to know what happened to Georgina too. I don't know how they get the information but they do and it's accurate. You don't know what it's like to have to look over your shoulder every second of every day."

"Who are you so afraid of?"

"I don't know."

She could tell he was getting frustrated. "It's been almost a year and we're back where we started. I can't help you if you won't let me."

"I'm not asking for your help."

He let out a loud sigh. "Okay." He turned off the tape recorder and put his pad and pencil down. He opened his mouth to say something when there was a knock on the door.

Nate walked in and handed Serena her phone, she hadn't even realized she'd left it. "Erik's been calling." He handed her the phone and gave her a quick, reassuring kiss on the lips. "Yell when you're done and I'll come in."

Serena turned back to the detective. "Can I ask you a hypothetical question…off the record?"

He nodded and sat up.

"Have you ever lived a lie so deeply that you're no longer aware of what's real and what's not real? If you lie for long enough…then that lie becomes your reality."

"I have not. Though that seems very stressful and confusing. Have you been lying for a long time?"

She tried to choose her words carefully. "More like I've been lied to. For my own good, I'm told." Serena looked at how clueless he was. She was the one he'd been looking for all this time and he'd never know it. She killed Georgina...and she couldn't even remember how or why. "My mom lies to me all the time."

The detective nodded. "I'm sorry about that. You can go ahead and tell Nate to come on in."