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Blair stood at the counter, flipping through the latest Vogue and eating small spoonfuls of her lemon yogurt. She loved the glossy pages and the pretty clothes. Blair paused, hearing a noise. Was Chuck back already? It couldn't have been since he would've needed to ring the doorbell. The front door locked automatically- something Blair had fallen victim to. It was probably nothing. She was about to flip to the next page when she felt something very small and very hard press against her waist.
"Don't move. Don't think about trying to scream for help. Don't even blink."
Blair sucked in her breath. "What do you want?" Was this the end for her? She knew the thing shoved against her body wasn't a toy. Goddamn, where was Chuck? This was the type of thing that he was supposed to be protecting her against, no?
"I don't want to have to hurt you. You are quite the pretty thing, Ms. Waldorf," The low, raspy voice was lecherous. Blair tried not to gag. She was used to stares that lasted too long. Serena, who had bloomed earlier than Blair, had taught her how to deal with the pervy old business men who eyed them lustfully.
"I'll give you what you want," Blair said shakily. "But not if I'm dead," she added. She couldn't show that she wasn't afraid. She wouldn't show that she was afraid. She felt the gun leave her side and an arm wrap around her waist.
Blair felt her body being spun around to face her attacker. A surprisingly young face stared back at her with a malicious grin. Blair could hardly believe this was who was threatening to harm her. His face still had spots, for crying out loud. But he was the man with the gun and Blair wasn't an idiot.
He pushed her in front of him, pressing the gun against her back. "Take me to the diamonds."
"You're going to be a little more specific than that," Blair frowned as she was forced to her bedroom. What diamonds could he be possibly talking about? This man obviously knew of her and had gone through great lengths to enter her apartment discreetly. Would someone really put in that much effort to steal a girl's jewelry?
"I don't have time for your bullshit. You know what I'm talking about. I know you've got a pretty pile of some very nice loose diamonds, so don't even bother." The robber pointed his gun up toward Blair's head.
"Everything's in my closet," Blair said, walking towards her enormous walk-in. It was an entire room in itself, everything organized to perfection. Every few months or so, Blair called over her old housekeeper, Dorota, to reorganize the entire thing. Color, designer, type of garment. But in the center, at the heart of the room, was her jewelry. An antique wooden chest of drawers, resting on top of a large metal safe.
Blair knelt down to quickly unlock the safe. There were a few stacks of hundred dollar bills- emergency cash, Blair liked to call it- and her valuables, most of which were sentimental.
"See, no diamonds," Blair grabbed the money and tossed them to at the robber. She then unlocked the drawers of the chest which stored the boxes from Tiffany's, Harry Winston, Bvlgari, Cartier, David Yurman... Fine pieces indeed but only a small portion of a large collection. Much of the jewelry she wore on only the most special of occasions and had inherited from her mother was kept in safe deposit boxes, not left lying around in her house. "I don't know who told you I had a sack of diamonds lying around but I prefer my stones set."
She was prepared to give the robber all her jewelry, if that's what he wanted. Unfortunately, this answer didn't seem to satisfy her robber. His face was scrunched up in a scowl and he was waving his gun around furiously. Blair was starting to get nervous. She had tried to keep calm by telling herself that if she gave this man whatever he wanted, he would let her be.
"You know, I really wanted those diamonds. But if you don't have them, there's nothing you can do." Blair let out a small sigh of relief. "In that case, a little consolation prize will do." He tossed the gun aside, striding towards Blair. He grabbed her in his arms, pulling her close his body.
Blair tried to resist him but his grip was too strong. She wriggled and squirmed to escape with her arms held up. She scratched at his face, kicking her legs madly. "Get off me," Blair shrieked. She brought her knee up swiftly, hitting him directly in the groin. He stumbled back, swearing loudly.
"You're a bitch, you know?" he grimaced.
Blair kicked him in the shin. Hard. "So I've been told." He lunged for her. In his disorientated state, he missed and fell to the ground. Blair took his as her opportunity to hit him on the head with one of the large, flat jewelry boxes. She dropped it and started to run out of the closet, only to find her leg being grabbed. "Let me go!" Blair yelled, shaking her foot around. She felt herself being pulled down. Blair fell to the ground with a thud, finding herself staring right at her attacker.
He crawled towards his gun, reaching for it. He laughed sadistically while doing so. Blair closed her eyes. She had lasted longer than she expected but this was surely the end. He was going to kill her. No. He was going to rape her and then kill her. She held her breath, waiting for death to arrive.
Blair opened her eyes at the sound of a horrid sounding screech. Her attacker was still lying on the ground, his hand a mere inches away from his gun. Chuck was there, though, towering over him and his foot firmly stepping down on his wrist.
"Who the hell are you working for," Chuck growled, his heel digging deep into the man's wrist. His face was flustered and his breathing slightly heavy. Blair heard the crunching of bones and winced.
The man laughed again, shaking from the pain. "It was that stupid website. All I had to do was follow the instructions. All the work was already done."
Chuck dropped down so that his knee rested on the robber's back. He grabbed his arm, the one with the broken wrist, and twisted it. The arm bent towards Chuck unnaturally. "I'll ask you again. Who the hell sent you?"
"No one," the man replied, tears streaming down his face. "Please, I'm just a thief. All I wanted was the diamonds."
The answer didn't satisfy Chuck. With another swift twist, Chuck dislocated the man's shoulder. He stood up and fixed the sleeves of his shirt. Chuck kicked the the would-be robber and rapist in the gut twice for good measure and decided against shattering his kneecap. The man lay on the ground, moaning while his body writhed in pain.
Chuck walked to Blair who was curled up in a ball on the ground. She stared up at him, her expression hard. She did not look as grateful as a person should be when they just had their life saved.
"A thank you would be nice," Chuck mumbled, knowing full well he should've never left her alone. Still, he had run down several flights of stairs, managed to ram himself into her front door enough times to force it open, and saved her just in the nick of time.
"So much for being here to protect and guard me," Blair spat out. Her hair was a mess and her body ached from where she had been grabbed at. Chuck crouched down in front of her. Blair quickly turned her head away.
"Listen, it's my fault. I left you alone when I shouldn't have. But I'm here now, aren't I?" Chuck struggled to form the words in his mouth. Admitting being wrong was proving to be quite difficult. "It isn't safe, Blair," he said. Saying her name felt funny; he hadn't adressed her very much.
Blair refused to look him in the eye. She sniffed, refusing to let herself cry.
"I'm sorry, okay?" Chuck confessed. He looked down in shame. Fuck, he hated apologizing. When he looked up though, his eyes met Blair's. There was a glint in her eye and a smirk on her face. The feisty little bitch was back. Chuck stood up abruptly. He held out his hand to Blair. "Come on then. Let's go."
"Where?" Blair asked. She didn't take his hand but stood up nonetheless. Her arms were folded at her chest.
Chuck's hand dropped. "Anywhere but here," he replied, jerking his thumb towards the robber who had passed out. "Like I said, it isn't safe here. Grab some stuff, it's time to go."
A/N: So, Blair half saves her and Chuck comes in to save the day. I didn't think it was right to have Blair just be meek and helpless the entire time. I hope you enjoyed it. It was another slow chapter, I know, and I'll try to keep a balance slow paced and fast paced chapters. I will also try and write longer chapters! This was the first time I wrote an "action scene" (if you could call it that) but I can't have a Bond themed story without them. I didn't know how to write the bad guy without being totally cheesy. Be so kind and tell me how I did! PS. Thank you for being so patient, especially with the infrequent updates lately. I'll try and get back to chapter-a-day posting.
x THR
