AN: I'm back! I missed you! And the votes are in! Thank you to everyone who voted! I'm really sorry if the choice that's picked isn't the one you wanted, or even if it was the one you hated, but I had to go with what the majority of the readers thought. Here are the votes:

Choice 1: 12

Choice 2: 9

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And the winner is…choice number 1!

Oh, and sorry, I think option 3 was a bit unclear. If you guys want to know what would've happened in choice 2 and 3, write it in a review and I'll summarize it in the next post.

It's weird, cuz I didn't like choice 2 at first, but over my vacation, I planned out what would happen, and it ended up being my favorite, so I kinda wish you guys chose that one now. But I knew when I gave you guys options that I had to be ready to accept the result, so it's okay. I've decided that I don't like option 3 as much because it's shorter and I don't want the story to end. As for option 1, I still like it, though not as much as I did. I realized that a lot of the things I had planned out didn't make much sense and I had to fix it. But I've got everything worked out now, and the votes are in, and choice 1 has won! I'm going to warn you guys though, it will be a bit different than your normal episode of Gossip Girl.

Chapter 10

Blair

I was stepping out of the hotel when I realized-I'd forgotten my purse.

I rushed back in and ran to the elevator. I pressed the button a few times and waited, but the elevator didn't come. I checked my watch again. I was going to be late for my mom's photo shoot she wanted me to see.

I looked at the door to the stairs. If I took the stairs, would I end up in Chuck's apartment before I would if I took the elevator? Probably not. He did, after all, live on the top floor. But the elevator was taking so long…

But he'd probably noticed that I'd left my purse. He'd be expecting me at the elevator. If I took the stairs, I could just slip in without him noticing…yes, that would be better. I opened the door and ran.

Chuck

I froze.

My first thought was "Not again".

My second was "I'm going to die".

But I waited and no shot came.

"Wh-who are you?"

His grin widened.

"That doesn't really matter, does it? It's who you are that matters."

"Why are you here?" I asked.

"I talked to your friend, Carter Baizen?"

"He's not my friend," I said quickly.

"Well, he's not a very good one, anyways, evidently, since he sent me here."

"Baizen sent you here?" I asked, confused.

"He told me all about how you have the diamond."

"What diamond?" I questioned. I was getting more and more confused, but it seemed that the longer I kept him talking, the longer I would live, and the more time I would have to think of a way out of this situation.

"Don't play dumb. I know the truth. After Baizen stole it, he gave it to you."

I groaned. Why did Carter have to use my name? I hated the guy, but all I'd ever done to him was to get him out of sticky situations.

"And after the idiots that work for me got scared and shot you, instead of taking you to me-"

"Those guys work for you?" Anger overthrew my fear.

"-and then they thought the diamond was in that box, but when it wasn't they were still happy enough with the ring that they took it and ran…they figured they'd have to hand it over to me once I got you to tell me about it…they ran, leaving you alone, letting you get away…it's my fault really…for hiring street thieves…"

"What do you want from me?" I asked quietly.

"Why, the diamond, of course. And revenge."

I would have given them it, if I had it. I would've given them the money for it, but I didn't know how expensive it was, and I didn't have the money anyways. Lily had closed my bank account. But you didn't tell the guy with the gun pointed at your head that you didn't have what they want.

I could be defiant. But I didn't want to make this guy angry. That would not be smart. I could run-but to where? And how? I couldn't even get up out of this stupid wheelchair.

I could tell him that I had it…he probably would make me show it to him, though. Maybe I could lead him somewhere, where there were a lot of people.

"I have it," I said quietly.

"That's better," he sneered. "Where is it?"

"I…I can bring you to it."

"Why not just tell me where it is?"

"It's complicated. The directions would be too complicated."

"So, what, we get out there and you start shouting for help? No way."

"I won't do that."

"How do I know?"

He thought for a moment.

"You lead me to it," he finally said. "But I'll be behind you the whole time with this."

He gestured to his gun.

"One wrong move and…"

He didn't need to finish the sentence. I got the idea.

I agreed, but now I had no idea how to get out of this one.

We walked to the elevator, his gun on my back, but concealed with his coat.

My mind was racing. What could I do?

We stepped into the elevator and I pushed my wheelchair back and spun around, trying to take the gun or at least move it. It was a stupid move, and a desperate one. But I had to do something. I was now out of my wheelchair and I didn't feel too great, but this was no time to be complaining about my injury.

He was caught by surprise. The gun fell to the floor. We dove for it. We both grabbed it and fought for it. I thought I heard a noise from somewhere else in the room. It sounded like footsteps. I looked up and saw no one, but the guy took this opportunity to shoot. It didn't hit me, since it wasn't pointed straight at me since we were fighting for it, but it was a narrow miss. The footstep sounds stopped.

"Chuck?" someone called. Blair.

I looked up. I wanted to call back, tell her to run away, to get help, or something. But her voice had distracted me and the man wrenched the gun out of my grasp. I tried to get up but it was too hard to support myself.

He raised his gun.

He pressed the trigger.

Nothing happened.

He pressed it again, and still, nothing happened.

It had run out of ammunition.

We both looked at it for a moment. Then he swung the gun at my head.

I blacked out.

Nate

"Serena, I'm still not sure if this is a good idea."

"Trust me, Nate!" Serena whispered exasperatedly. "I know what I'm doing. And quiet down! We don't want them knowing that we're coming."

She knelt down and lifted the floor mat, picking up the key beneath it.

"Tell me again why we're doing this?" I whispered.

"We need Georgina's cell phone. We can check her texts, first of all, and maybe see if this baby is legit. And we can get her doctor's number and maybe get some information out of him too," she responded.

"All right, fine," I agreed.

"Now, don't forget the plan," she whispered. "If they come in let me know and I'll come up with a cover story."

"I know, I know!" I whispered.

She put the key in the lock and turned it slowly. We opened the door slowly and only a little so that it wouldn't creak.

Thankfully, they weren't in the living room or the kitchen. Even luckier, Georgina's purse was on the kitchen counter.

"You keep a look out," Serena hissed, spotting the purse. She ran to it and started rummaging through it. I looked around and kept lookout for a moment, but it didn't last long.

"Hey, Dan!" I said loudly, trying my best to cover up Serena.

"Nate…" he said, sounding confused. "Serena…what are you two doing here?"

"I just forgot my purse," Serena said, holding up her purse. I looked back at her, and I was glad to see that Georgina's purse looked untouched, the same as it had looked before Serena had looked through it.

"I remembered you had a key under the doormat, and I didn't want to disturb you and Georgina. I know she needs her rest, being pregnant and everything." Serena elaborated.

Dan nodded but didn't look completely convinced. "So, I've got my purse, and Nate and I-" She gave me a pointed look. "-are late for something. So we've got to go. It was nice seeing you!" She threw the key to him. He caught it, still looking a bit confused.

Serena got my arm in a claw grip and led me out of the loft. When we were out of the building we finally spoke.

"That was a close one," I commented. "Too bad we didn't get her cell."

But Serena was smiling. She took a cell phone out of her purse and waved it in front of my face.

"I wouldn't be so sure," she said, her smile growing.

Blair

I heard the gunshot. And it was like a knife in my heart.

"Chuck?" I called.

My heart was racing. Why had I heard a gunshot? Who was shot?

Chuck was home alone, as far as I knew.

Which meant…I didn't want to think about what the gunshot could mean. I just ran. I ran over to where I had heard the shot and I saw a strange man I didn't recognize holding a gun, standing over-

It felt like my heart had stopped beating when I saw Chuck sprawled on the floor, his legs sticking out of the elevator.

I looked back and forth from the man pointing the gun at Chuck and Chuck on the floor.

"No," I whispered. I put my hand up to my face. He couldn't be…it wasn't true, this was not happening right now…because Chuck Bass, the love of my life, was not dead. He couldn't be.

Yet there he was, and even though I didn't want to believe it, I knew it must be true.

I looked up at the man standing above him. My appearance had taken him by surprise, but I could see that that was quickly wearing off.

I ran at him. It was reckless, but I wasn't thinking straight-all I knew was that this man had killed Chuck, and he was going to pay. I wasn't a violent person, but as I ran at this man I wanted to rip him apart, piece by piece.

The man seemed to regain himself and he pulled Chuck's legs into the elevator and pushed a button. The doors started to close.

But I was too fast. I ran into the elevator at the last moment and jumped at him, knocking him over, sending his gun flying.

I started hitting him, over and over again, but not for long. I wasn't the strongest person in the world. Our positions were quickly switched and he grabbed his gun again and put it against my head.

"Who are you?" he asked first.

I didn't say anything. I just squirmed to try to get free.

"Who are you?" he repeated himself, jamming the gun more against my head.

"Jenny Humphrey," I squeaked. There was no way I was telling this guy my real name, and it was just the first name that came to mind. For a fleeting second, I worried that he would end up tracking down Jenny later and hurting her. But I quickly dismissed the thought-what did I care about what happened to Jenny Humphrey? And anyways, once he saw her it'd be obvious that it wasn't me. I don't have raccoon eyes or bleached blonde hair.

"How do you know Bass?" he asked.

"He's my fiancé." I said, again saying whatever came into my head.

"Do you know about the diamond?" he asked.

The diamond…I had no idea what he was talking about. I looked at Chuck. Maybe he wasn't dead yet-I just needed to get him to a hospital as soon as possible.

We were just stuck in this elevator for now. We hadn't pressed a button for a floor so it wasn't moving at all.

"Yes," I said quietly, a little hesitantly.

"What?" he asked menacingly.

"Yes, I know about the diamond!" I said louder.

"Where is it?" he asked.

"It's in a safe," I said, making stuff up on the spot.

"It better not be 'downstairs'," he said. "I already fell for that once; I'm not falling for it again."

"No, it's not…" I said, improvising. "It's…it's in the hotel room."

Maybe in the hotel room I could get away and call the police or the front desk, or maybe Nate would show up, or something.

He pressed the "door open" button.

"Lead the way," he said, gesturing towards the room as the door opened.

"Move him first," I said, pointing to Chuck, trying not to look at him anymore. It just made me more upset. "Bring him in, and let me see the damage. Then I'll show you where the diamond is."

He laughed, but it was an eerie, creepy laugh that I didn't like the sound of at all.

"You don't set the rules. I do."

I glared stubbornly at him.

"So, where is this so called 'safe'?" he asked.

Unable to help myself, I looked at Chuck. I wanted to cry. I had no idea what to do. This was no catfight with Serena, no issue at NYU, no drama with Nate and Chuck…this was real life. No, this was worse. Chuck was dead, or dying, and it was inevitable that I'd be going to same way as him. I knew it, he knew it, so why was I pretending that I knew anything about this diamond? I had no idea what he was talking about. I couldn't tell him where the safe was. I couldn't think. This was one problem that, no matter what, I wouldn't be able to solve. I tried to find some strength, some idea, by looking at Chuck, but it just made me feel more hopeless.

I couldn't stand it any longer. I had to see if he was okay. I tried to run to him, but the man held out a hand to stop me.

"There is no safe, is there?" he asked.

I squeezed my eyes shut and slowly shook my head. I suspected that he'd known all along. He'd just been playing along. This was just a game to him. Why did everything in my life have to be a game? I was bound to lose a few. But what happened when the one I lost happened to be the one where the stakes were higher, where I was betting my life on the outcome?

It's be the last game I ever played in, I told myself. That's what would happen.

I opened my eyes and slowly looked up. He got a gun out of his jacket, but it was different than the one I'd seen him pointing at Chuck. This seemed strange to me, but I was in no condition to try to figure it out. I was scared. I didn't know what to do. I had more pressing worries. For example, the guy trying to kill me and my ex-boyfriend. Or the guy who had killed my ex-boyfriend. But I didn't want to think that.

I stepped back.

"Do you even know where the diamond is?" he asked quietly.

I shook my head again after a moment.

"Do you even know what I'm talking about?" he asked more quietly still.

I shook my head a third time.

"How do you really know Bass here?" he inquired. "You've lied about everything else, why not that?"

"I'm his ex-girlfriend." I said quietly.

"Ex? Why were you here then?"

I sighed. "It's a long story. It's complicated…you wouldn't understand."

Anger flashed across his face for a moment. I'd forgotten who I was talking to. This wasn't Serena or one of my minions; this was a cold blooded killer.

But he quickly recovered.

"Try me," he said.

"Long story short, we broke up because of something he did, then we got back together, then he did something else and we broke up, then he took off and got shot. Why do you even want to know?"

"You didn't answer my question. Why are you here today?"

"I was looking after Chuck while he was recovering, then I left, but I forgot my purse."

I couldn't really think of anything but to tell the truth at the moment. I was just answering his questions automatically. I couldn't force myself to come up with a story.

"Well, I don't know anything about the ring, so I think I'll just go…" I said hopefully. I needed to get away, then I could get help.

"Not so fast," he said. His gun was still pointed at me. "You know too much. You'll have to go."

My eyed widened. But it wasn't because I had a gun pointed at me, or even because the man in front of me just told me that he was going to kill me. It was because I'd just noticed Chuck right behind the man, standing unsteadily and holding up a gun, the same one that had been pointed at him earlier.

The man saw where I was looking and tried to turn around, but it was too late; Chuck had swung the gun across his head, and the man fell to the floor.

Chuck looked up at me.

"He shouldn't have taught me that one," he said grimly.

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