A/N: Wow. It's been over a year since I last updated this story. I'm sorry. But! I am half-way done with getting through the four multi-chaptered fics I had to finish, so therefore I think this is progress. ;) I hope this fic won't be a repeat for you though, since in SWIIJ Blair got kidnapped, and she is technically kidnapped in this point in this story too, but…different circumstances? *shrugs* *doesn't know* Moving on…(lol) these chapters will be much longer. I thought the chapters in this story were so much longer than in my other multi-chaptered ones, but apparently I was just lame a year ago and couldn't write a decent chapter length. XD Please forgive, & read on! Review too! (I hope there are still some of you out there still following this fic…*too hopeful*)

Ch.10—Intimidation

It was now mid-afternoon and she had no idea how it was even possible that the helicopter hadn't crashed and burned by now, but luckily enough the descent to the ground was not quick and fast as she had feared, but maybe secretly hoped for. Ben was still mysteriously snoozing in his seat in the opposite corner from her, and she honestly had no clue how he could sleep through something as life shattering as this. But he was a creep, and she wasn't about to investigate his sleeping patterns.

She was pacing now, going out of her mind with what she would actually do. She didn't want to die. If anything, she wanted to get out of this alive. But taking a parachute? Not an option she wanted to consider. She figured it was highly impossible that someone was actually tracking the Bass helicopter for where it was going and who was aboard, and what was going on with the people aboard, and the fact that there weren't any freaking real pilots in control of the plane!!!

She nearly stomped her foot at the thought and how in the world she could have ended up in this mixed up position. She probably should've gone back to Chuck. Even if he had been cheating, at least she could avoid being kidnapped by some Bass personnel that just happened to be related to Georgina Sparks. She shuddered. She may have sent the bitch away to reform school, but apparently there was nothing the little devil couldn't break through.

Her hand fingered its way roughly through her messy curls. The hat had been discarded long ago, and her appearance surprisingly was the last thing on her mind. She didn't know what she would do if Chuck didn't call back, and soon. The helicopter descent was getting faster, and she scoffed as Ben started to snore. She was half-tempted to go over there and rip his precious magazine from his hand and smack him on the head with it, just to get him to shut up. She was scared of the guy. Nobody wanted to be the main target in a Sparks' scheme. It was harder to manipulate your way out when you were the one wanted dead.

What she didn't understand though, was the fact that Georgina had looked absolutely petrified when she had been found out and sent away to a school for "troubled" girls. Had it all been an act?

BZZ!!

She sunk down into her chair again, looking out the window and away from the character falling into all different positions in his own chair. If she had to die this day, she'd rather it be with Chuck – even if he had been cheating before. There was just something about him that made her feel whole, beautiful, cherished, and she knew that wouldn't stop even if he was unfaithful. It was a truth she was willing to bet her whole life on.

BZZ!!

Her eyes fluttered shut, all sounds blocking out and becoming a blur. The failing sound of the engine, the decreasing whip of the helicopter blades, the vibrating feel and sound calling to her against the side of her leg. All she could do was remember.

"Chuck!" she squealed, running to the other side of the room. He followed her into the room, and shut the door behind him. She heard the lock click and her eyes flitted to his hungry, dark eyes.

"You forgot something at my suite the other day," his voice fell deep as his eyes scanned the length and curves of her figure. There was not so much as a smirk on his face when he spotted no confusion on hers. He pulled up from behind him a pair of lacy black panties and her eyes widened. She backed up into the wall and it was then that the smirk reappeared on his face. "What is it, Blair?" he asked, walking towards her. "You look troubled."

Her eyes focused in on him and she regained her confidence, and scoffed. "Please. You don't know what you're talking about. So, I left them there. So what?" she shrugged.

His demeanor didn't change in the least. He was almost to her and as soon as he was, he pulled her flush up against him and forced her to hold the now crumpled black fabric in her hands before tossing it onto the bed. His lips hovered over hers and she found it hard to breathe.

"You should…" she gulped.

"I should…?" he inquired.

She blinked, and her eyebrows narrowed. "You should be glad I'm not accusing you of cheating on me!" she insisted, pushing him away from her. His grip held tight to her wrist though and he quickly rejoined her against the wall.

"Relax, B," he murmured against her skin, kissing the ivory wall of skin along her neck. She moaned softly, her hands coming around his waist and clenching tight to his shirt. "I don't have eyes for anyone but you."

"I thought we were taking it slow," she whimpered, gasping when he bit at a sensitive spot in the crook of her neck. She felt the smile on his face and nearly unraveled right there.

"What are you talking about? We are..."

BZZ!!

Blair's eyes snapped open and she shook away the memory from only a few days prior. Her hand wiped across her face for any possible remnants of sleeping dust, and immediately realized she was in a great need to be redoing her make-up. She stood to her feet and then instinctly felt the device buzz against her again.

"Oh!" she shrieked in a whisper, picking it up immediately and answering the call. "Hello?"

"Snow White…"

Her eyes widened further, and an unfamiliar fear crowded in around her, making her feel hot and strangely claustrophobic.

"Bitch."

Georgina was humored. "Well, I'm glad to hear you haven't forgotten my name, B."

Her eyes narrowed.

"What do you want?" she growled.

"Feisty little thing, aren't ya?"

"Georgi—"

"Well, as far as my sources tell me, you are caught in a crashing helicopter, from Bass Inc. no less. The same Bass Inc. that is led by the father of the infamous Chuck Bass, who you actually thought was going to be faithful to you," she snickered.

Blair bit her lip hard to keep her temper from boiling.

"Regardless," she said nonchalantly, "I thought I should inform you that your attempt to get rid of me – while impressive –was most definitely unsuccessful. And, if you don't want to literally crash and burn, along with that inefficient helicopter, I suggest you abandon yours hopes of redeeming any sort of relationship with Bass, and agree to my terms."

She scoffed. "And why would I do that?"

Georgina's lips curved into a smile. "Because you're now over the Atlantic Ocean again, the parachutes in the back are faulty at best, and I've got a way out just behind you."

Her anger was brewing. "And how do I know you're not lying? Chuck could be coming. I called him!" She shouldn't have admitted such things out loud, but her life was at stake and she needed to weigh her options – quickly, even if it was not the smartest decision to voice, especially to her mortal enemy.

Georgina laughed. "I wouldn't lie to someone who would die if I didn't save her."

Blair seemed to contemplate the truth in that statement. Her head felt it was near going to explode from all the information that had now swallowed her up and was willing on destroying her in the next few moments.

"As far as Chuck saving you?" Georgina continued, "I wouldn't count on it."

Blair sighed testily, quietly.

"Even if he was faithful, and did care about saving your life, which all heartless womanizers do I'm sure," she drawled sarcastically, "how would he get to you in the middle of the ocean?"

……………………………………………….

"Nate—"

"Vanessa!" He jumped to his feet and walked quickly towards her, pulling her alongside the wall in the hallway.

"What's going on?" she looked around, her eyebrows furrowing. "I got your frantic message, actually ran into a stop sign because of it."

"Yeah, yeah, I know, I just—wait," he stopped himself, and reared his head back in surprise and a bit of humor. "You ran into a stop sign?" he asked slowly. Vanessa's eyes closed in frustration and embarrassment.

"Yes. Can we just…" she sighed, "move on?" she gestured about with her hands. Nate shook his head quickly to rid himself of the mini-tangent.

"Uh, yeah," he cleared his throat. "Serena's in the room right here," he pointed to the door at his right. Vanessa's eyes widened.

"Oh my God! What happened?" she moved to go inside, but he stopped her and brought both of them to the chairs a little farther down the hall.

"No, don't go inside. I don't think it'd be—" he sighed, and her eyebrows furrowed again. She tried hard to understand with his subtle hints. "…a good idea," he finished. She nodded, forcing herself to accept it. "And besides," his face cleared over, and he looked up at her. "There's more."

Vanessa focused and tried to digest everything he had to say throughout. From Chuck's ditching Blair to one of the Bass men possibly kidnapping Blair and now Serena's sudden overdose and therefore stay in the hospital.

"Why don't you just call the police?" she asked when he had finished. Nate sighed, and she wondered if it had been the wrong thing to say. In her mind though, it seemed completely legitimate.

"Because," he said, "it doesn't look like a kidnapping."

"But…" she trailed off, not wanting to push the fact that it might not be.

"It looks like Blair got ditched by her boyfriend, and Serena took too many drugs. Besides, Blair's only been gone a little over a day, two days at most. That's not really enough to justify a missing person."

Vanessa sunk in her chair. "Why do you come to me with all of this, Nate?" she asked. He registered in her face and just stared into her eyes for awhile.

"Because I trust you Vanessa."

She blinked. "And because you need something from me," she realized.

He straightened in his chair and cleared his throat. "I'm not Chuck and Blair, Vanessa. I wasn't trying to manipulate and flatter you just so I could get what I wanted." A small curve at the edge of her lips gave him the confidence to continue.

"But?" she asked, her smile widening.

He looked away for a moment, and scrunched his eyebrows together in a way of trying to figure out how to word exactly what needed to be said. The curly haired Abrams girl found it absolutely adorable.

"It's okay, Nate," she whispered, placing her hand over his that was resting on the smooth chair space between them. "You can ask me for something." He turned to her and seemed to visibly relax, his lips turning upwards at the corner as well.

"I need you to get Dan involved."

Her lips parted, and it was a few moments before she voiced her very confusing thoughts. "Dan?" she asked quizzically.

Nate nodded, somehow sensing she wouldn't be on the same page as he was after he asked. "You heard about what Georgina did to Serena, right? How she messed with Dan and her?"

Vanessa's eyes widened a little and she leaned her head against the wall. "Oh yeah. Sarah wasn't Sarah. She was and continues to be Georgina Sparks, a cold-hearted bitch who messed with the sweetest couple alive," she scoffed.

Nate chuckled softly, glad that the quick temper he had evoked made Vanessa unaware of his quiet actions. He had never seen Vanessa so fired up before. He had heard once upon a time that Vanessa and Dan had been almost more than friends. It surprised him that she was so supportive of his union with Serena Van der Woodsen then. But he didn't question it. He admired her courage and loyalty to her best friend.

"Well…" he cleared his throat, and watched as her eyes flashed back to his and her face visibly softened.

"Right," she shook her head at herself, feeling ridiculous. "Continue." She pursed her lips.

He smiled. She was cute. "You must be aware of how Georgina turned Dan's feelings towards her instead of Serena then."

Vanessa sighed testily, but forced herself to only nod and allow him to go on.

"I think," he paused, mulling through his options once more, "I think a more sure-fire way of saving everybody in this mess is if we deceive her more than she can deceive us."

Vanessa gaped. "Is that even—"

Nate held up a hand and she silenced herself again.

"She acted the part of being in love with Dan, yes?"

Vanessa nodded reluctantly.

"I'm thinking…maybe it wasn't all an act."

Her head reared back in shock, but she took his words to heart. "I think I see where you're going with," she sighed, running a hand through her head of curls, tucking a few curls behind her ear. Her eyebrows furrowed and she looked up from the floor to Nate's eyes. "You want me to get Dan involved with Georgina Sparks," she said blankly. She so obviously was against the idea, he could tell, but he also knew she would do her best to convince the Brooklyn boy for the security of all involved.

"Just as a hoax," he clarified.

She nodded slowly. "A hoax." She shook her head and it was clear on her face just how much she was against the idea. Nate felt sweat beads form beneath his bangs on his forehead. "You do realize how much trouble she caused all of us, especially Dan and Serena." Her eyebrows were fused. He could see the angry fire in her eyes. "You're asking me to willingly throw my best friend into that mess again?" she huffed in a whisper, and standing to her feet.

Nate panicked as she went to leave. He grabbed her hand before she was out of reach and it stopped her. She had felt her heart swell too many times in the last few days during this whole fiasco, and now that he had told her they would not act in the way boyfriends and girlfriends do, at least during the summer, she was trying extremely hard not to think of him in this way. Then she remembered it was she who had placed her hand on his earlier.

They were even, she decided.

"Vanessa, please," he pleaded with her. She turned back around. "I know it's hard and painful and I wouldn't ask it of you if it wasn't absolutely necessary. My heart broke for Serena during this, so I definitely know how you feel."

Like a dagger to her soul, Vanessa's piercing eyes remained targeted to his. She felt Nate's care for the blonde beauty in the hospital room now beside them. Her moments with the heartthrob felt like nothing now and it gave her all the more ammunition to reject his request.

She sighed though, and her shoulders slumped. With her eyes now glued to the floor, she nodded. He breathed a 'thanks' of gratitude and released her hand, heading back into Serena's room. Vanessa turned to watch him for the small length of time it took for tears to sting her eyes. She walked to the elevator and waited. Her heart thumped loudly against her chest, but she knew once again it had clouded her judgment and made her cheat.

Hopefully Dan was in a forgiving mood.

"Oh my God…Oh my God, Oh my God, Oh my God," his nails dug into his scalp as he tried to prevent screaming. Blair was in so much trouble, but he had given her strict advice that would surely save her. Now she was resorting to jumping off the helicopter? Goodness knows how it had lasted as long as it had, but still…

"Chuck..." he heard Amelia coo as she reentered the bedroom, and shut the door behind her. Chuck forced his worried, scared-to-death demeanor to evaporate on the spot. He was still stuck in the room after all, and he couldn't do anything to aid Blair until he became unstuck.

"Amelia," he drawled, his lips curling into a smirk. He saw her cheeks flush and witnessed as she shakily untied the ribbon from her hair and walked "seductively" towards him. He tried not to laugh. He just focused on what needed to be done, and met her half-way. "I thought you'd never return," he whispered against her ear. Her eyes rolled back and she swallowed hard.

"I was anxious," she admitted, biting her bottom lip and reaching for his belt buckle again. He grabbed her hands softly and intertwined them with his own fingers.

"How'd you dispose of the guards?" he asked, his lips grazing her soft skin. She swallowed hard.

"I…I…"

"Tell you what," he interrupted, turning his face to look into her tense blue eyes. She blinked, soaking in the heat emanating from him.

"Hmm?" she asked, barely audible.

"I'm going to grab something from the kitchen…for us," he emphasized, moving past her towards the door. He waited for her reaction, not wanting to seem too hasty and therefore breaking her from the spell. "Okay?" he asked, overconfident, and putting himself in check because of it.

She nodded weakly. "Uh, okay," she accepted, her limbs finally collapsing once he closed the door on his way out. She fell back onto the bed and shut her eyes softly, images of Chuck Bass dancing behind them.

It had been too easy, he thought, summoning a Bass limo with a mere twist of his fingers the moment he exited The Palace hotel. The interior designer was apparently only good at one thing…interior designing.

Chuck chuckled, sliding into the limo and refocusing on the task at hand. His mind froze and he couldn't think straight. He didn't think he'd ever been so panicked or felt so dead in his entire life. For five minutes solid he felt this. It was as if something was pushing him into the seat, strangling him of his breath and punching him square in the stomach all at once. His heart beat blindly, raggedly against him and it took the curious common question of his driver to get his mind back in place.

"Where to, Mr. Bass?"

Chuck blinked away what anyone else might call a tear, and turned his head towards his driver. "Just drive," he said, and leaned back into his seat, trying to forget the feeling of disappearing into it all together and being unable to breathe. He wiped a hand across his face to rid himself of the tiny specs of sweat appearing all over its surface. He turned his gaze out the window, and then suddenly remembered Blair's message.

"Chuck…Chuck…" panting. Panting. "I'm…jumping." Screams.

He swallowed hard, and shakily dialed Blair's number. The first two rings seemed to last forever, but he was grateful that at least her phone hadn't been turned off and wasn't busy.

"Hello?"

It sounded like Heaven.

"Blair," he breathed, sighing in relief.

"Hello?" she asked strangely. Chuck shook himself of his airy panic and cleared his throat.

"Blair," he said more clearly, "It's me, Chuck." He smirked, preparing himself for an apology and a way out of whatever situation she still might be entrapped in.

"Oh," she said, disappointment evident in her voice. His eyebrows furrowed. In their last text messages she had sounded panicked. At least she could give him the confirmation that she was all right. "What do you want, Chuck?"

He was silent for the longest time, and it surprised him that she didn't hang up on him all together. "Well, uh, are you okay?"

She scoffed. "Yes, Chuck, I'm okay. Is there—"

"Don't screw with me, Waldorf. Last time we spoke you were practically on your death bed."

She laughed. "Right, Chuck."

He could almost feel exactly how she'd roll her eyes. "Blair—"

"You're exaggerating, Bass. Clearly you just gave into your own sense of pathetic drama."

He gaped. This was not his Blair.

"Where are you?" he demanded.

"Chuck."

"Blair."

The gauntlets were out.

"You owe me an explanation, Blair."

"You first, Chuck."

His eyebrows fused.

"Was I complete idiot for thinking you'd change for me? That you'd actually be faithful?"

His lips parted.

"One week gone and you can't keep your dick in your pants," she scoffed. "I don't know why I ever chose you over Nate."

"Nate had Vanessa!" he nearly shouted, the haunted, painful memories consuming his better judgment.

"A Brooklyn girl? You've gotta be kidding me, Chuck. I could blow her out of the water in a second," she spat.

"You don't belong with Nate," he ground his teeth.

"And you don't belong with anyone."

He sighed testily. "Look, I don't where you are, Blair, but the Gossip Girl posts aren't true."

She sneered. "Aren't they?" she cocked an eyebrow. "How did those pictures make it to the messages then?"

"I was tricked, unconscious. I wasn't aware of them," he insisted.

"Oh that's laughable, Chuck," she spat. "If you're going to lie to me, please think of some honest to God good way of going about it."

"Bl—"

"You're pathetic."

His mouth snapped shut.

"I don't forgive you, in case you were even thinking about apologizing."

His face fell, feeling like a complete moron for 'I'm sorry' not being the first words to slip past his lips. He didn't know what was going on, but the real Blair Waldorf would have at least given him a shred of a chance. This was ridiculous. He couldn't just lose her so fast all over again, could he?

It was Cotillion all over again, except maybe this time Nate wouldn't be there to sweep her off her feet. He had Serena to deal with, and Chuck was pretty sure his feelings for Vanessa hadn't diminished completely. Though he was awful pissed when he had heard of Chuck's almost activities in regards to Blair. The possibility still hung there in the balance.

He swallowed hard. He couldn't breathe. An apology would sound so forced and ridiculous now. If this was really how Blair felt, why was he even bothering chasing after her again? If she wasn't kidnapped now, if things weren't really as bad as he had found them to be and he was just victim to a broken heart again, then…

"Don't hang up," he pleaded, and the weakness in his voice made her stay. She sighed.

"What, Chuck?"

No vulnerability. Just pure bitch.

"I didn't do it."

It was pure, honest truth, and if she knew all that had happened, there was no way she could deny it. It was no apology and he knew he needed to give it, but saying it right then would sound more like a give-in than a genuine feel-bad situation. It wouldn't be taking responsibility to Blair Waldorf. She had heard too many fake apologies from Nate Archibald. He wouldn't give her that. And this was more than he could have offered at Cotillion.

"Go screw a whore, Bass. It's what you're best at."

CLICK.

A/N: OMG. I can't believe I finished this. XD It took me like…hours. Lol. I hope you enjoyed it though, and will continue to keep reading! *would love this* I will explain Blair's huge shift in attitude/decision in the next chapter. There is a legitimate reason. ;p Please review!