A/N: I'm not sure if this has been done before but I had a sudden urge to write this and I had to get it out of my system. After re-watching the episodes a few times, I longed for a bit more CB interaction in the earlier episodes. So I decided to write an extra CB scene for every episode, starting with the pilot.

Stupid idea? Have some suggestions for me? Just review and tell me what you think. I'd really appreciate it.

And finally, I don't own Gossip Girl in any way, I'm simply expanding on other people's fabulous ideas, characters & plots.

Hope you like it!

Pilot

She darts into the elevator with him as he leaves. On the surface, she is the picture of perfection. He darts a glance at her. Chocolate eye meets chocolate eye. The dewy depths of her pupils swim with insecurities and unwept tears.

"Waldorf?" He questions hesitantly, voice stilted from excessive scotch consumption. She is always the perfect hostess. But tonight, she has fled from her own soiree. From her perfect boyfriend. And her perfect life.

"Why is she back, Chuck?" Her question seeks no answer, just solace. Instinctively, his feet drag him towards her and somehow his arms lock themselves around her small frame. For a minute, she lets him hold her, feeling his heart beating in time with her own. In those brief moments, no words are needed. The air becomes comfortingly heavy with silence. The only noise is the robotic drone of the elevator mechanism. He shifts his weight onto his back foot, jolting his head forward slightly. As he does so, the embrace, which began as one friend comforting another, becomes awkward after their chins brush. Her fist pushes him away. He sighs almost inaudibly. Her moments of vulnerability never last long.

"She's going to ruin everything!" She declares, sweeping her fingers through her long, dark curls in agitation. Chuck merely leans against the cool wall of the elevator; thin lips twisting into his trademark smirk.

"Or maybe she'll just liven things up a bit," He counters, in a silken, languid tone, quickly wishing he'd never spoken after Blair shoots him a withering glower. The familiar "ting" of the elevator sounds, signaling that their journey has come to an end. As they exit, Blair turns to him angrily.

"I thought at least you'd understand, Bass, even if no one else did." Since kindergarten, he's always understood her and her, him. He couldn't even remember when they'd begun plotting together, but it now felt unnatural to scheme without his female counterpart. They'd even orchestrated the beginning of her and Nate's relationship. If he'd have known then how his two best friends' relationship would have changed him, maybe he would've plotted differently. But it was already far too late for what ifs.

It's her turn to sigh. The release of air is followed by a pout. A couple pass by them to reach the lift and a bout of cold, November wind drafts through the foyer. She shivers in her lacy, black shift; a subtle crack in her icy demeanor. He remembers her teary eyes when she joined him earlier.

"Come on, Waldorf. With us two in control, how could anything go wrong?" She nods a muted response. He steps towards her, bending to try and catch her gaze. "You and Nate came out of that room pretty fast..."

Her head snaps up. Flashes of rage are radiating from her eyes. But that practiced smile is firmly in place. Blair Waldorf is always perfectly polite. "I'm going back upstairs. There's only a certain amount of you I can take in one night. Goodnight, Chuck."

He watches as she stamps away from him. As the elevator doors slide to a close, that trademark smirk plays on his lips once more.