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Flirting With Danger – Chapter 17
"Oh my god," Blair whispered as Josef smirked at her and reached for something in his jacket.
By now, Jason was glaring at her furiously. "Blair! Are you going to marry me or not?" Ugh, he looks like an impatient little kid.
"I can't. Not right now," Blair said, looking at him directly in the eye. "Get down!" She grabbed his hand and yanked him to the floor. "Everybody! Get down now!"
Josef had a gun aimed at her and was still wearing that smug smile. "Surprised to see me, Blair?"
Blair calmly took out her own gun from her ankle holster and a collective gasp could be heard from the crowd.
"Blair! What's going on?" Serena cried out.
"Blair bear! Why on Earth do you have a gun?" her father's eyes were wide with fear. Beside him, her mother looked like she was about to faint.
Jason gaped at her, "who the hell is he and why is he pointing a gun at you?"
"Oh, would you all just shut up for a minute?!" Blair snapped, her gun still pointing at Josef. "I'm kind of in a tight spot here."
Josef smiled widely and surveyed the crowd. "Sorry for interrupting your wedding, honey."
"What do you want?" Blair narrowed her eyes. "And of all days...you just HAD to pick today to come after me huh?"
Josef shrugged, "my timing was always impeccable. Anyway, I think you have some explaining to do. Everyone here seems so shell-shocked after seeing you with a gun. Don't they know about your job?"
"What is he talking about?" Serena looked at her worriedly.
Blair sighed. "Mom? Dad? I work for the CIA," she paused, wondering how ridiculous she sounded. "I'm a secret agent." Great. What a way to blow my cover and end my career. At my own wedding!
"Are you kidding?" Jason looked at her incredulously. "Please tell me you're kidding."
"Oh you better believe it, Jason," Blair glared at him and pointed to the gun. "Isn't this proof good enough for you?"
"I wonder...does this young man know about Mr Bass?" Josef continued, his eyes glinting with malevolence.
"What do you want, Josef?" Blair hissed. She so did not want to reveal her sex life to everyone.
"You and Chuck Bass screwed up everything!" Josef spat. "And you you two have to pay."
He aimed the gun at her and fired but missed. Before he could shoot again, he fell to the ground. Dead.
"I had a gun, too, Josef!" Blair said smugly as horrified gasps were heard all around.
"I'm sorry. It had to be done," she apologised to her shaken guests. "Otherwise he would have killed me."
"So shall I continue with the ceremony?" the reverend asked timidly getting to his feet and trying his best to ignore the dead body lying a few metres away.
"Just give us a moment," Jason told him and took Blair aside. "What was he saying about you and Chuck?" He looked at the dead body.
"Oh come on, Jason, do you really want to go there now?" Blair rolled her eyes. "Even after knowing that I have a gun concealed under my dress?"
"Fine. You can explain after we're married," Jason nodded curtly and they returned to the beach.
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"I do." Jason's voice was quiet and distant this time.
"And do you, Blair Cornelia Waldorf, take Jason Frederic Rhodes to be your lawfully wedded husband?"
Blair was silent again, lost in her thoughts. The text message had referred to her and her partner. Had they gotten to Chuck already? Was he lying in a pool of blood in some obscure place?
What if he was dead?
"No. I don't want to marry him," Blair said loudly. Jason's jaw dropped, as did the reverend's.
Her parents gasped and someone yelled exasperatedly, "hasn't this wedding had enough drama already?"
Blair gave a small smile, "I'm sorry Jason." Then she turned to Serena, "I have to find Chuck."
Serena beamed at her and took her by the hand. They ran down the aisle, hand in hand, ignoring the whispers about them being lesbian.
"You know you love me!" they yelled in unison.
"Truly an Upper East Side wedding," the reverend shook his head in disbelief and squeezed a distraught Jason's shoulder.
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"S, what if he's already dead?" Blair looked at her best friend with tears in her eyes as the car exceeded the speed limit to get to the airport.
"He's not dead." Serena said firmly. "He can't be."
"I can't believe I'm in love with Chuck Bass!" Blair gazed out the window.
Serena laughed, "trust me, honey. I can't believe it either. You know another thing I can't believe - you're a secret agent!"
"So Chuck is an agent too?" Serena asked curiously.
Blair nodded. "We were partners."
"So let me guess...you were on assignment and he seduced you and you couldn't resist so you slept with him?" Serena smiled cheekily.
"Actually, we were given instructions to kill each other. That was the night we had sex," Blair smirked.
"Oh my god. I will never understand you two..." Serena's eyes widened. "Having to kill each other turns you on?"
Before Blair could retort, the driver announced that they had arrived at the airport.
"Serena, stay here. I don't want you to get hurt. You're no secret agent," Blair said seriously as she exited the car with much difficulty thanks to her wedding dress.
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Chuck was briskly waking to his private jet when he heard a familiar voice behind him.
"Chuck! Stop! Don't get into the plane!"
Don't turn around, Bass. If you do, you won't be able to walk away from her again. He slowed his pace but didn't turn to face Blair.
"Bass! Listen to me! You can't board that jet!" Blair shouted frantically thanking god that she was one of the few people who could run in 4-inch Manolo Blahniks.
Still, he ignored her and continued walking to the sleek jet.
Shit! The love of my life is going to die in front of me and I can't do anything about it!
Blair suddenly had an idea. "Hey Chuck, will you marry me?" she shouted. "I love you, Bass!"
There was a gap of about 100 metres between them but he heard her loud and clear.
What? He stopped in his tracks and finally turned around. There she was, looking more ravishing than ever. Still dressed in her ivory wedding gown and sky-high heels, her face was flushed from chasing after him and her hair which was previously in a well-coiffed bun was now cascading past her shoulders. She was out of breath but had a pleased grin on her face.
He opened his mouth to reply but before he could speak a word, the jet he was about to board exploded.
"Yes, Blair Waldorf, I will marry you." He smirked as she ran into his waiting arms.
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Okay so I want to thank all those who reviewed like...every single chapter of mine. Thank you so much for your nice comments. They were so encouraging and really kept me writing, or else I would have given up on this story! I really didn't expect this story to generate so much interest since it's only like...my 3rd fanfic. Thank you, everyone who read it and gave their comments. I was so motivated by you :D
Also, a big thanks to those who favourited this story - it means a lot and shows that you really like my fanfic. Thank youuuuu!
Yeah, so basically thanks to everyone who read this story. I hope you enjoyed it! :D Please let me know what you thought of it! It would mean a lot.
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So here's a preview for my next fic. I haven't finished chapter 1 but it should be up soon!! Instead of secret agents, B & C are assassins. So...enjoy! (and review if you want!)
Excerpt from my next fanfic - Dancing With Death
"So basically two of the three assassination agencies are ganging up on the strongest agency," Chuck stated and took a sip of his scotch.
"Yes. You will enter the assassin training camp held by Walter Gerrard Inc. and on the sidelines, you'll be doing some simple infiltration."
"I assume I'll be working with a partner…"
"Yes, you will. Her name is Blair Waldorf." She paused. "Please don't sleep with her, Chuck."
"Too late, Jessica. Been there, done that," Chuck smirked coolly. So Waldorf had become an assassin too. Impressive.
"You've already slept with her?" Jessica raised one eyebrow. "Wow. It says here that she's one of the most ruthless killers and is often referred to as an ice queen."
"It's ancient history. She won't remember me." Chuck shrugged.
"Well, I don't think she'll sleep with you again. From what I gather…she's a mega-bitch."
"So nothing's changed," Chuck muttered. "Whats's wrong?" he asked. Jessica was frowning.
"Oh, did I mention you two are entering the training camp as a couple?"
Chuck narrowed his eyes at her, "what exactly do you mean by couple?"
"I mean you're entering the camp as lovers."
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