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Chapter Eight
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"Chuck Bass," the woman hissed.
Chuck didn't even turn around. He closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Georgina," he finally said, sighing deeply.
Blair was appalled. Could Chuck not see the revolver aimed at his head? Her eyes shifted anxiously between Chuck and Georgina. More surprised however was she not at the event unfolding but of the feelings it evoked in her - a need to defend Chuck.
Georgina stepped into a ray of light and made herself visible to the bar, which in the meantime had gone completely silent.
She was gorgeous, all dark curly hair and large eyes, and, Blair noticed, judging by the red lipstick and matching dress, had a love for dramatics.
"Where is it, darling?" Georgina purred, edging closer to Chuck.
Chuck didn't move an inch. "Don't know what you're talking about..."
Georgina's smirk evaporated and her eyes turned into slits. "You do! Now, Bass, you know how much I appreciate my colleagues. Don't make me do anything hasty."
Blair suddenly found herself standing between Chuck and Georgina, the gun aimed at her heart. "He said he doesn't know what you're talking about. Reading a book once in a while is known to improve your capability of making sense of complete sentences you know."
Her voice was full of snark but as she glanced at the revolver, her knees felt wobbly.
Georgina looked surprised, but that expression passed in less than a second. She laughed, a sharp, angry sound. "Wow, Bass. The quality of the company you keep keeps improving. What brothel did you get this from?"
"Enough." Chuck pushed Blair aside and faced Georgina. "Is this what you came for?" He dispatched a small box from his pocket.
Georgina's eyes grew twice their size as she saw the box. She grabbed it, opened it and looked at the contents with awe and greed. "The diamond of the Gold Coast," she whispered. She looked up at Chuck and smiled warmly, putting away the gun. "Thank you, darling. This will be a most exquisite addition to my collection."
The bar and its visitors, seeing that the immediate threat was over, went back to their business. Apparently events like these weren't uncommon in this place.
Blair sank down on a barstool, her whole body shaking. She had for one moment thought that Georgina really would shoot Chuck. But they seemed to know each other and something told her this was the way most of their exchanges went.
"How did you find out?" Chuck said in an out of character no-nonsense voice.
Georgina grabbed his drink from the counter and sipped it carefully. "The Bureau..." she drawled.
"The Bureau?" Chuck asked, and Blair hinted a note of fear.
Georgina rolled her eyes. "Is there any other? When the Gold Coast diamond disappeared from the New York exhibition I knew it had to be one of us – no one else has got the skills. But the Bureau cleared all doubts for me that it was you when they found a little shoe shine at the edge of the display. You're the only one of us who bothers with that regularly. Getting sloppy aren't we, Bass?"
Chuck shook his head in disbelief. "Shoe shine..."
Blair stared at them. "Wait. The Bureau? As in ... ?
"As in FBI, Miss Read-A-Book-Once-In-A-While," Georgina snapped, barely glancing at her.
Blair felt panic brew up in her again. "Oh God... Chuck, I - I can't get arrested. What are my parents going to think...?!"
Georgina groaned. "Wonderful, you're a stuck-up brat with rich parents!"
Chuck turned to Blair. "It's going to be fine. I'll just have to be more careful."
Georgina started heading out the door. "Telling every person you rob you're Chuck Bass doesn't constitute as careful, Bass..." she called over her shoulder. She pushed the doors open and left into the heat. Just like that.
Gold Coast diamonds, FBI, Georgina... Blair was afraid she had stuck her nose into something that was going to blow up in her face.
Chuck rubbed his face with his hands. "I needed that diamond. Dammit!"
"Chuck," Blair began without knowing how to continue.
She watched as his expression suddenly smoothened. He turned to her, slowly. In the dim lights of the bar, his eyes were almost black.
"Do you trust me?" he asked.
"No, no, no," a voice whispered inside Blair's head.
"Maybe," she replied, feeling as if she had just taken the final step off a giant cliff.
"We need to go now. Don't worry, Nate will know what's up. We'll join them again soon." He grabbed Blair's hand, his touch warm, and they ran out into the warm night.
They got into the car and Chuck immediately drove back onto the highway.
"What's going on, Chuck. Tell me!" Blair had to shout over the roar of the motor.
"We need to get that diamond back."
"Why? Can't you just steal another one?"
Chuck let out a genuine laugh that softened his features and made him look younger for a moment. "It's not about just a diamond. It's about that diamond. I didn't want to risk getting it back from Georgina back at the bar. She wouldn't have shot me, but she could've you or another innocent person."
"Why do you need it?"
"It's my ticket to finding a person." Chuck glanced at her and as he did, she glimpsed plea in his eyes.
Something told her that his external behaviour, the charm and the calm and the robberies all mounted to this one person he was searching for her.
Like first snow, a sudden calm settled over her. Waldorf women were made of sturdy material. She put a hand over his.
"OK."
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