Blair and Dan made their way out of the church. As usual, Dan said nothing about Chuck or Louie as Blair thanked him once again for coming with her. She even mentioned how hard it must be for him because of his faux-relationship with Serena.
"Can I walk you back?" Dan asked.
"I don't see why not," replied Blair, "I could use the company. Also I'm famished. Would you like to stop for lunch?"
"Someone's feeling generous today."
"Oh don't get smart, Humphrey. I'm getting married in a week, I need God's strength to help me from seeing Chuck. I need him on my side."
Dan rolled his eyes. Of course it was about Chuck, it always was. He mentally hit himself for thinking she could actually want to spend time with him.
They walked the streets side by side when they bumped into someone. The man was tall, with dark curls and high cheekbones. The man next to him was significantly shorter, with light hair.
"Excuse us." He said. His voice was deep and his accent British. "Come along, Watson. Wait, aren't you... Blair Waldorf?"
Blair perked up, "Why yes! I am. Who might you be?"
The man extended his hand, "Sherlock Holmes. You're going to be the princess of Monaco rather soon." He reached into his coat pocked and handed her a card. "If you ever need me, I'm a consulting detective. The only one in the world. And the best."
The man called Watson spoke, "Come on, Sherlock. We have that thing to attend to."
"Hush, Watson." Now Sherlock was looking at Dan. "I say, you're not Miss Waldorf's betrothed, who are you? A friend?"
"I'm Dan Humphrey. I'm-"
"No, no." Sherlock put a finger to Dan's lips. "Let me guess. But the scruff on your face I can tell you're not from the upper east side. The haircut makes that clear. As well as the clothes. The way you have your fingers in your pockets suggest your hands are cold from low circulation. But why? Hmm, perhaps you're a writer. Oh yes! Dan Humphrey, author of the recent sensation Insider. The way you're standing you seem uncomfortable, like I might say something you don't want people to know. Lastly by the way you're looking at Miss Waldorf here, it seems that you're not only her afternoon escort, but you're also madly in lo-"
"Ohhkay! Time to go, Blair. Nice meeting you, er, Sherlock."
Dan grabbed Blair by the hand and tugged her the other way.
"It's never too late, Mister Humphrey!" Sherlock called after.
-END
A/N just a short ficlet I thought of. I thought it would be funny. r/r?