A/N: Okay so you all probably hate me right now. I hate me too, okay? I get so frustrated when authors don't update on a regular basis, but guess what? Life sucks and definitely gets in the way of writing fanfic. Writing takes energy and time! Even if you love doing it! I've been so lazy to actually use my brain for anything non-college related so I've neglected this story, but I just had a big cup of coffee and insomnia has kicked in so here I am with an update. Woot! Also, I've been trying to keep myself from reading spoilers for season 4, kind of like a late practice of lent haha. No spoilers this summer or next year, but I'm epically failing. I read that recent spoiler (SPOILER ALERT) about Chuck bringing a new girlfriend to Paris with him and I got really annoyed. Therefore, I need to stop reading those things. I also feel like I enjoyed the show more when I truly didn't know what would be happening. But that was also during season 1, when I hadn't become as invested in Chair, therefore, the status of their relationship wasn't a life or death thing. And clearly, now it is. Anyways, sorry for my freaking longgg author's note...enjoy the chapter and leave some love! =]

"I told everybody that this is what would happen. No one ever fucking listens to me."

"Chuck-"

"No, Eric. You.You told me not to call Mike. Now look what's happened. Do you want me to replay the message to remind you what the fuck's happened?"

"Chuck, please," Lily sighed. She found herself sitting down on the couch, holding on tightly to the phone in her hand.

Lily had been sleeping when she received the call from Chuck. She had been surprised to get a phone call so late, and as she picked up the phone, fear instinctively settled in her gut. He told her about the message he had received from Blair and continued yelling at Lily about how irresponsible and stupid everyone had been to let the two girls go on the trip in the first place. Lily had quickly thrown on her robe and shaken the elder Humphrey awake. Chuck had already had his P.I. and the Parisian police on the search for the girls. He was planning to join the search, with his own team in tow, but the Bass jet needed to be fueled before they could take off. That's why he was left waiting in the Van der Bass living room, pacing back and forth, spouting out angry, accusatory remarks at everyone. His yelling had only added to the headache Lily was already feeling from her increasing anxiety. She hadn't let go of the phone since Chuck had called. She was praying that the Parisian officer in charge of the search would call any second to tell them the girls had been found.

"I swear to God. If Blair is hurt at all-" Chuck began with a menacing glare, only to be cut off by Rufus.

"Chuck, we need to stay optimistic right now and you're not helping."

Chuck practically lunged at Rufus, but was held back by Eric and Jenny. "Optimistic?" he shouted. "You want fucking optimistic? Go make yourself a God damn sugar coated waffle and shut the hell up. You know nothing."

"Chuck!" Lily had gotten up by now, finding herself at her wits end with Chuck. She stared back at him with the same angry glare. "That's enough! I will not have you put down Rufus when all he's trying to do is help. Now, please, if you can't wait here quietly until the Bass jet is ready, then wait somewhere else. But if you can, it would be nice of you to be here, waiting together, because we can all use some support in the meanwhile."

Chuck clenched his jaw, then spoke with a low and furious tone, "Support? You think I want your guys' support? Your 'support' is what got us in this dilemma in the first place." And with that, he turned around and stormed out of the penthouse.

Blair hadn't been able to sleep, sitting in the upright position she had been situated in. That, and the fact that her mind was currently preoccupied with different scenarios of how she would die. Would they just come in and shoot her? Or would they slowly torture her first? What if they took advantage of her before they did anything...

She felt a fresh onslaught of tears cloud her vision just as suddenly as the thought had come. It was all just too overwhelming to handle. She wondered if Serena was okay, if she was alive. So many times had they gotten in petty arguments, the most recent one being over their transportation to the hotel. And even though Blair knew Serena was at fault for leading the men to their hotel by agreeing to the ride with the stranger, she felt no anger towards her blonde best friend. All she felt right now was heart-wrenching fear. The thought of not seeing Serena, even if they were to just spend the rest of their lives arguing, was enough to make any sort of resentment towards her friend vanish.

She continued staring at the door, or at least in the direction of the door since the room was pitch black and all she could really see was darkness. Where the hell was, Chuck? Hadn't he gotten her message? What if he had found out they had gone to Europe before she even called him and told him herself? Then he'd probably be avoiding her and her calls, and he'd have no idea she was kidnapped right now.

But surely, he'd be angry enough to call her about his P.I.'s findings before completely giving her the silent treatment. He was careless, irresponsible, and immature with almost everything in his life, but she was always the exception. He cared enough about her to have called her right when he found out she was in Paris. Well, if he found out. She wouldn't even know if he got her message since she'd been taken without her phone. How would anyone find them if they had no clue where they were even at?

Blair could feel herself starting to have a panic attack and forced herself to calm down with deep breaths. She needed to be brave. Whether Chuck knew where she was or not, it was unlikely he'd be here in the next few hours, and she had a bad feeling that one of the guys outside the room was going to pay her a visit before then.