A/N: Hi! So this is my first GG fic, it just came to me out of the blue since I was going through chair withdrawal after the finale…so I hope you guys enjoy (and review?)!

Ps- I do not own Gossip Girl or the characters…

It had been five years since she first joined the force, and Blair thought she'd never been this happy in her life before. She had a solid job as a homicide detective in the NYPD, a great partner, good friends, and just a simple stability that she had never had before due to her tumultuous childhood. There had been so many questions in her own life left open that Blair found being a homicide detective comforting in some strange way—finding answers and reasons for why some people's lives came to ends made her feel complete since she couldn't answer some questions about her own family matters.

As she strode into the office, ready to start work for the day, she was greeted by Chuck who was holding her usual coffee order in addition to his own. He smiled to acknowledge her presence and handed her her coffee as he did every day.

"Morning Waldorf," he said.

"Bass," she nodded back.

Chuck Bass was not only Blair's partner—he was also her best friend. Though they had only known each other since training camp, spending every day for five years with Blair had been enough for Chuck to get to know her inside and out, and for her to do likewise. She was pretty sure that no one knew her as well as Chuck, not even the people who had known her since her childhood.

They did pretty much everything together, but it was all strictly platonic. When she first joined the squad, Blair hadn't made any efforts to get close to her fellow rookies. It wasn't until the second or third day or so, when Blair was partnered for an all day training exercise with Chuck that their friendship had started.

As they made their way towards their squad car, Blair wondered what mystery they would have to crack today.

"You want to drive?" Chuck asked, clearly showing that he that she'd refuse his offer.

"Nah, go for it. I'll do it tomorrow," Blair smiled and replied as she got into the car.

They started their morning rounds, making sure everything was find around the city and waited around for headquarters to call with news of a body.

"So how was your night with…uhhh what's her name again…Emma? Ella? Elena…?" Blair asked.

"Elle," he responded. "And it was fine, I guess. We just had dinner, watched a movie…and did some… other things…"

She laughed. "You know, it's getting really hard to keep track of your woman of the week. By the time I finally learn her name, you've already moved on!"

"I guess you'll just have to work on your memory skills then," he joked.

"Oh no need. I'll be fine. You'll probably be done with all the women in New York in a few months. I wonder what you'll do then…"

They both laughed, and continued sipping their coffee.

Though it was slightly exaggerated, Blair made a good point. Chuck never stuck around with one woman too long—never willing to open up to her. In fact there were only two people Chuck had ever shared his deepest, most personal thoughts with and Blair was the only one of them had two X chromosomes.

"What about you," he added, "did you end up doing anything last night?"

Before she could answer though, their radio sounded, reporting that a body had been found not too far from their location. They answered the call, and gave their estimated time of arrival. Blair turned on the sirens and they were off.

She couldn't help but let her thoughts wander during the ride. As she looked over at Chuck, she couldn't help but smile at the face he made while driving. It was just so…determined. Suddenly, her thoughts took her back five years to training camp.

She walked in, feeling insecure because she had no idea who anybody was. Everyone had seemed to already know someone else somehow, so she couldn't help but feel awkward.

It wasn't that Blair was antisocial and didn't have friends. She had plenty. In fact she still kept in touch with most of the girls she knew from high school and college, in addition to her childhood friend Serena. Though Serena had been distant the past couple months, Blair wasn't too concerned about their friendship considering the many ups and downs they'd been through beginning in their toddler years.

Yet she had no idea how to approach this new situation. Choosing to lean on a nearby wall until training began, Blair couldn't help survey the room. There were about 50 rookies, most of who were chattering away to their neighbors. As she scanned, her eyes lingered on one certain face.

He was probably one of the most attractive men Blair had ever seen. With his dark brown hair and mysterious, deep brown eyes, she could only assume that he must've been quite the ladies' man. For someone who had grown up in the shadow of her perfect best friend, Blair had rarely pictured herself to be attractive and had even suffered from an eating disorder in her teen years. Seeing all the pretty female rookies in the room, she immediately chose to forget any chances of getting to know him, much less getting onto a romantic level with him. She stopped looking as the sergeant began calling names hoping to find out the mystery boy's name…

She was snapped out of her reverie by Chuck, who she hadn't noticed was trying to get her attention.
"Uh..What'd you say?" she asked still slightly dazed.

"We're here"

"Oh. Well uhh let's get going then…"

They walked up to the crime scene together, guns at the ready. They were able to locate the body quickly—the murderer had thrown it in the dumpster.

How original, Blair thought.

They pulled the body out, and found the probable cause of death easily: three gunshots to the heart.

The body was a Jane Doe—no wallet or anything else that could've helped with identification. While examining the body, Blair saw something she found oddly familiar. She gasped as recognized whose bracelet the dead body was wearing.

A/N:

So if you're still reading…thanks for sticking with me! Should I continue?

(There'll be more from Chuck's POV next chapter…I promise!)

Xoxo Thattchuckbasstard