Title: Loving thy Suspect

Fandom: Gossip Girl

Rating: T for language, violence, and some sexual moments

Genre: Crime, Mystery, Romance, Drama

Pairing: Blair/Chuck, Dan/Serena, Nate/Jenny

Summary: Lieutenant Blair Waldorf has spent her whole life in the homicide for NYPD. Her latest case in one the worst case she has seen in years. Blair has one problem, she had one suspect; Chuck Bass, and she's falling in love with him. Now the race is on to find the real killer.

Disclaimer: I do not own any characters but my own.

Update Schedule: Every Friday

Additional information: This story is AU and OCC

Lieutenant Blair Waldorf stood

looking down at the crime scene. Murder had become her business a long time ago. This was her life and she wouldn't change it for anything. However, this particular crime scene seemed to more gruesome than she was used to. Reaching into her back pocket she pulled out a pair of white latex gloves. Stepping ever so carefully with her black boots to avoid the bloody footsteps Blair made her way over to the body.

Bending down Blair began to examine the body. The young girl couldn't have been any older than 25 years. Her long black hair had been yanked and pulled. Gently moving her arms she noticed the defensive bruises covering her arms. Marking around her neck allowed Blair to believe the girl had been strangled, but would have to confirm with the medicinal examiner. She reached down and pulled out an ID and a room key. "Jamie Reynolds." She spoke mostly to herself.

Blair gaze flickered around the room. The girl did not go without a fight, Blair thought to herself. It impressed the young detective. Blair reached around to tuck a strain of her brown hair behind her ear.

The nice hotel suit at the Empire hotel showed signs of a struggle. Two broken lamps laid on the plush black carpet. The coffee table laid in the middle of room knocked or thrown over. Blair pushed herself to her feet and examined the rest of the girl. Not a cheap room, she noted.

"Have CSU run a complete sweep of the room, and send me the results." Blair informed the uniformed officer standing at the door.

Long plush carpet lined the crowded cop filled long highway. Blair even noticed that the hallway was nice. Her gaze turned towards the shaken up housekeeper. She took a deep breath and made her way over to her.

"I'm Lieutenant Blair Waldorf," she spoke pulling out a note book. "I need to ask you a few questions."

The house keeper nodded her head."Anything I can do to help, ma'am." She spoke her voice clearly shaken up from the experience.

"You're the one who found Ms. Reynolds correct?"

The house keeper nodded her head once more. "Yes, I came to do my duty." She paused wiping away one single tear that had appeared. "I knocked on the door and announced myself but I did not get any response. I assumed that she was out enjoying the hotel or the city, but I was wrong. I walked into the room and noticed the objects on the ground knocked over and that's when...that's when...that's when I saw the body."

Jotting down the notes Blair looks up at the emotional house keeper. "Did you touch anything before calling 911? Or let anyone else in the room?"

"No," she replied. "I believe that I screamed, ran out of the room and then called the authorities. I watch a lot of crime shows but I've never actually seen a dead body before."

"Thank you," Blair put her notepad back into her pocket. "I believe that is all that I will need from you right now. " She motions for her the uniformed officer to take care of this woman. Having to wait for CSU Blair knows what else that she has to do and it isn't going to be fun.

Heavy snowfall fell onto the street of the Upper East Side in New York. Blair always found this time so magical and hated this time as well. Most people darted from store to store trying to find the perfect Christmas gift, but not she. Lieutenant Blair Waldorf had to go tell a mother and a father that their daughter had died. She pulled up the address that she had found, and turned off the car engine. "Worst part of my job." She mumbled to herself.

The house was small, quiet, but cute and homey. Making her way up the drive-way past the white picket fence Blair knocked on the door. She sure wasn't on the Upper East Side anymore. She took a deep breath and waited.

The door swung open with a middle age woman standing in the door-way. She shared her daughters long black hair but her eyes were a different color than the daughters. "May I help you?"

"Are you Mrs. Reynolds?"

"I am. What's this about?"

"I'm Lieutenant Blair Waldorf," Blair began, holding up her badge. "May I come in? I need to talk to you about something."

Mrs. Diana Reynolds opens the door for Blair to walk in. "Is something wrong?" She asks, gesturing Blair to the leather couch in the living room.

Blair nod's her heads thanks and takes a seat. "Is Mr. Reynolds home?" She looks around, and frowns seeing all the happy family pictures that line the walls of the living room. It's clear that she really loves her family.

"David!" Diana called out still not understanding the full situation. "Is everything okay? Is Jamie okay?"

Before Blair gets a chance to answer David Reynolds walks into the living room. He's covered in dust, oil, he's working on car it seems like to Blair. "Yes?" He turns towards Blair. "Can we help you?"

"I'm sorry to have to tell you this but earlier today your daughter Jamie was murdered." The words were never easy to speak for Blair. She took a deep breath in and let it sink into them.

Diana quickly covers her mouth and tears began to come to her eyes. "No, no, no," she falls into the couch. Her body begins to shake.

David goes over to hug his wife but tears are quickly coming to his eyes but he tries to stop them. "No, that can't be true. We had just heard from Jamie yesterday. Please, it just can't be."

"I'm really sorry for your loss." Blair never knew what to say. She knew that the word sorry didn't really do much but that is what she had been trained to say to the people.

It had taken about an hour but Diana and David finally calmed down enough so that Blair could ask them questions. She did not want to overwhelm them with questions but she needed to ask these questions. "Do you know of anyone that would want to hurt your daughter?"

David nodded his head no. "No, I don't know of anyone that would do that. Of course, not everyone liked Jamie but she had never once said that she was in danger."

"Did she have a boyfriend or was seeing someone?" Blair wrote down the information.

David and Diana exchange a glance catching Blair's attention. "Well," Diana began, unsure. "She was seeing a guy, but they had broke it off earlier this week.

"Why? Did she break up with him?"

"She did," Diana took a deep breath and exchanged a glance with her husband. "The guy she was seeing his name his Chuck Bass, but she had told us that she had been cheating on him. I encouraged her to break up with Chuck because that wasn't fair to him."

"Do you know how he took the break up?"

"Not well from what Jamie told us. He said that he had loved her, but she just wasn't ready for anything like that. Do you think that he could have done this to her?"

Blair didn't know and she didn't want to give the family false hope that the killer might be that close. "I'm not sure," she rose from her seat in the living room. "I promise as soon as I find something out I will give you a call. Again, I'm sorry for your loss."

By the time that Blair made it back to her office CSU had already left a report on her desk. She said down in the small office leather chair and faced her large metal work desk. The desk is covered in papers, and paper work that she had not gotten to yet. She turned towards her keyboard and needed to do some research on Chuck Bass. She typed his name into the police database.

A profile of Chuck Bass come up right away and Blair began to read it. "29 years old, male, and look at this," Blair stopped at his employment. "He owns the Empire Hotel, and not mention several others." She furrowed a brow. Blair picked up the paper that CSU had left on her desk. DNA had found under her nails; male DNA.

Knowing that she needed to go see Chuck Bass, Blair decided that she needed to do a little more research on her victim. Typing in her victim name basic information came up on Jamie. She stopped at her type of employment, "she's a waitress?" Blair asked out loud. The suit she didn't pay for, Blair told herself. "Well, if she didn't pay for the suit who did?"

After a few phone calls it didn't take Blair long. "You're sure?" She questioned the man over the phone. "Mr. Bass arranged for that room?" She quickly thanked the man and hung up. Chuck Bass had got a room for his ex girlfriend but why?

Being back at the Empire was odd but Blair was glad to get out of the cold. She made her way towards the offices and stopped at the front desk. "I need to see Mr. Bass." She stood strong.

"Do you have an appointment?" The young secretary raised a brow.

Blair pulled out her badge and tried to flash a polite smile. "This is my appointment. Now, if I were I would get Mr. Bass."

"Of course," The secretary spoke after a moment. "You can have a seat and he'll see you soon."

Blair took a seat and picked up an old magazine. She flipped through before looking down at her watch. What is taking them so long?

"Mr. Bass will see you now," The secretary held open a door.

Blair nodded her head thanks, and walked into Chuck Bass office. The office caught her by surprise because it was wide, open, and well taken care of.

Of course, Chuck Bass also caught her by surprise. His black hair gelled back, a nice black suit clung to his clearly tone by. Blair couldn't believe how handsome he actually was, and how young. "Lieutenant," he motions to the guest chair in the office. "Please have a seat."

Blair sits down and has to remind herself that he is a suspect. "Mr. Bass, I need to ask you a question about the murder of Jamie."

Chuck sucks in a breath. "Yes, I heard about this morning. Her parents also phoned to tell me the news."

"You had arranged for her to come to your hotel where she died."

"Yes, and it's unfortunate. Why are you here, Lieutenant?"

"Why did you bring her to your hotel? From what her parents have told me, the two of you broke up."

"We did," Chuck replied. He folds his hands on his desk. "What were going to talk about is private information."

"That information could have gotten her killed. Maybe she died by your hands." There was no beating around the bush for Blair.

Chuck sucked in a breath. "You're here to accuse me of murder?" He questions, but continues. "Why would I invite a woman to my hotel to kill her. I'm not a stupid man." His eyes locked on hers. "Do you take for a stupid man, Lieutenant?"

"No, I don't," Blair's eyes remained locked on his. Hardball, I have to play hardball, Blair told herself. She couldn't get caught up in his good looks

"However, you would have the means, motive, and the money."

"Do you have any evidence?" Chuck questions but he got no replay from Blair. "No, you don't," he answered for her. "If you did, I would be in your office. I believe this meeting is over. I have other things to do. I'm sure you can find the door."

Blair mouth dropped to the floor but she quickly closed it. "Don't worry, Mr. Bass, this isn't the last time we'll be meeting."

"I look forward to it," he replied sharply. "Goodbye, Lieutenant."

Lieutenant Blair Waldorf Rose and exited the office. After a day, she had only one suspect, no evidence, and one day body. "Damn," she muttered. Knew that more work would be waiting for her at home.