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A/N: Sorry it took me awhile to update... I've been busy. My brother's birthday was on the 7th and spring break is over... But here's the update and I apologize, it's short... But... Funny I should get an idea today. HAHA! Anyway, I finished this chapter and I hope you like it...
April 9th: HAPPY BIRTHDAY, LEIGHTON! And oddly enough, happy birthday to me! XD That is so awesome. Sorry about that...
JoJo.x: Thank you! You are so kind! :D I'm glad it's no longer confusing, although I don't blame you if it ever gets confusing considering how late I type this stuff. XD I tried to make Chair cute. Originally, I was going to separate them for a longer period of time, but I can't bear that. Not with the crap writing of the TV show. I write it so Chuck and Blair can kill every obstacle in their path with awesomeness (: Thanks for reviewing.
princetongirl: I'm glad you love it! I tried to update it as soon as possible (: Thanks for the review.
Astoria Potter: Haha. I tried to make Chuck and Blair cute! I miss their cuteness on the TV show… T__T It would be awesome to lock them together… Muahaha… Mahalo for the review.
Maiqu: Thanks a bunch for the review! I'm glad you love it :D
tvrox12: I couldn't help it. It was more of a stab at Serena for being a bitch in my story. Yes… hoping bad things happen to Georgina… haha! I tried to update as soon as I could. Thank you very much for your review.
underthestarsx: Yay! I'm glad you love it! And I didn't realize I make them work well… Haha. Dan will behave eventually, I'm sure. Hehe. Neither can I. I hope their scheme lives up to expectations :/ I doubt it but I'm happy that you think I'm amazing at this (: Thank you for reviewing!
It was finally the weekend and Chuck and Blair were in Chuck's room watching Breakfast at Tiffany's. They were snuggled on the couch, Chuck's phone on the table in front of them. "How hard can it be finding dirt on Georgina? We could just have her sent to prison for drug possession, trafficking, extortion…" Chuck muttered, as the end credits of Breakfast at Tiffany's began to roll.
"Then why don't we do that?" asked Blair, snuggling further into Chuck. "I mean, it would put her away for good and I know it may not be our best of schemes but… it is social destruction. And we won't have to worry about her."
"I guess. That'll be our last resort. We'll give Mike until tomorrow morning. If he doesn't find something by then, we'll do it your way, Waldorf," said Chuck, leaning down to kiss her.
"Fine, Bass but I don't want to wait by your phone all day," muttered Blair, pulling away from Chuck's embrace. Chuck groaned, already missing her in his arms.
"What do you suggest we do then, princess?" asked Chuck, receiving a shrug from Blair. "Then I'll go arrange for us to go watch a Yankees game…" He didn't have to see the look on Blair's face to know she disproved of the idea. "I'm kidding, Waldorf. Let's go for a walk in Central Park and think of stuff to do as we go along."
"Fine by me," replied Blair, feeling his fingers intertwining with hers and taking her by surprise. "You don't strike me as the kind of person to hold hands."
"I'm not but for you, I would do it everyday," Blair smiled and kissed Chuck passionately. They stood there making out for a few minutes until Chuck finally pulled away, much to Blair's dismay. "We really should get going."
"Thanks, Bass. What a way to ruin the moment," said Blair, bitterly. But then Chuck gave her a look and her heart melted. "I never knew you could be so… romantic."
"You're the only one who knows it," replied Chuck happily, as they stepped into the elevator. They both stepped into the limo and grinned at each other. "Brings back memories, doesn't it?" Blair blushed and looked down at her hands, then back at Chuck.
"I never thought I would have sex in the back of a moving vehicle and worst of all, to Manhattan's biggest playboy," exclaimed Blair, snuggling into Chuck.
"Ex-playboy," corrected Chuck, receiving a smirk from Blair. "Why not repeat history?" Blair smirked as they continued with their "Limosexcapades...."
When they finally made it to Central Park, they took a seat on a bench. They were still holding hands, much to Blair's surprise.
"Blair, I—" Chuck started, but was interrupted by his ringing phone. He sighed and pulled it out of his pocket. "Hello?" Chuck immediately stood up and Blair sat on the bench, waiting impatiently for him to finish talking. When Chuck finally came back, she looked at him expectantly.
"Well, who was it?" questioned Blair, but all she got was a smirk. "Was it Mike?" Chuck nodded. "Don't just stand there! Tell me what he found out!"
"It turns out that Georgina is a part of this elite club. She stole a large amount of cash from them and they're not too happy with her right now, which is why she goes by the name of Sarah. Or that's what I'm thinking. She's devious enough to fool professionals so I'm not surprised that they can't find her," explained Chuck, as Blair smiled. "But Mike found the address of where she's staying."
"Then what are we still doing here?" Blair grinned at him as they laced their fingers together once more and headed towards the limo.
They both stepped out of the limo and looked up at the tall building in front of them. Chuck turned to Blair and they exchanged glances. "Blair, you should wait here. I'll go check it out and th—" Blair shook her head and cut him off.
"No, Chuck. We're going to get that bitch. Together, whether you like it or not," Blair paused and gently touched his cheek. "We're Chuck and Blair, Blair and Chuck. Plotting against and destroying bitches is what we do. It's our thing. So don't even think about telling me you want to do this alone."
"That's my Blair," murmured Chuck, kissing her gently. "Now, how about we have Whore-gina face that wrath that is us?" Blair grinned as they walked into the building and to Georgina's room. Blair looked at Chuck, slightly worried. He smirked at her and then proceeded to knock on the door. They waited for a minute or so, but no one came to the door.
"Maybe she's not here," whispered Blair, as Chuck tried knocking again. She tried the doorknob and gasped. "Chuck, it's open." When they both stepped through the doorway, there was a shadow sitting at a table in the room. It wasn't Georgina, it was a man. Chuck frowned and protectively pushed Blair behind him.
"Who are you?" demanded Chuck as the figure stood up. Once he turned around, Chuck's jaw dropped. "Uncle Jack?" Blair looked at the figure and then back at Chuck, confused about what was going on.