A/N: I don't know what happened with the last post, there was an error with the site I think, so sorry for that. You are getting this post because my dog had an operation (random thing to tell you but there is a point) and I have to sit with her and make sure she doesn't pull her stiches out so I wrote a post. It does have a happy ending, trust me. Trosev, thanks for both your posts. You wish will come true but not really. A wee riddle for you, pm me if you work it out. Bluck2nite thanks for the review again. Chuck will tell all in two posts time. Tabitha's father will be handled, but it is not something that could be dealt with in one post. So to do it justice I am saving it for the sequel. Svenjen, to be honest I don't feel I can write Chuck and Blair heat very well so I am staying clear of it, sorry. Thanks for reviewing. Pty thanks, they do move forward. Krazy4spike thanks for sticking with the story. Amxoxo thank you, I'll try. Wrighthangal, my chair heart, I love that! I was allowed to eat whatever I wanted as a child, (and I am very lucky to still be a size 2) so that is based on me. It will work out. Thanks

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Chapter twenty one: Desperate Prayers

"Stupid flaming thing", Blair exclaimed throwing a folder at the wall.

"Well you showed it who was boss."

Blair looked up and saw Josh leaning against the doorframe holding out a cup of coffee, he smiled at her "are you having a good day?"

"I'm going to throw that coffee over you if you don't shut up and help me", Blair said pointedly and then sighed, "I am having the worst day, actually I am having the worst week in history and this office is a complete mess, we have a meeting in ten minutes, and now the notes are all over the floor."

"Ok so that was the wrong question to ask."

"You think?" Blair reached for the coffee and took a massive sip and set then set it down, "I'm sorry, I'm a little stressed out right now."

"It's ok, just take a break and I will do some work," Josh smiled leaning down to pick up some papers, "we are all prepared for the meeting, don't panic."

"I know, it's just a big deal. I feel like I have much to prove because I am Chuck Bass's girlfriend people expect me to fail, so I need to prove I can do this on my own."

"You will be epic because you are you. Don't stress about it."

"That's easy for you to say, you don't have to go and face more of these fifty year old men who think I am a bimbo who got her job by screwing her way to the top." Blair blurted out, "and I didn't."

"I never thought you did", Josh smiled, "and they may think that now but by the end of the meeting they will be in totally awe of you."

"Thank you. You need to be this nice all the time."

Josh laughed, "come on, you love my witty banter."

"No I like your typing skills, and the fact you can carry coffee and a bagel at the same time."

"Wow high praise, now I will reorganize these, just sit there and calm yourself."

"Thank you, I am sorry I was a bitch, I am just extremely stressed out."

Josh smiled and handed her the notes, "it's ok, and you just owe me a beer sometime. And I don't mean one from the hotel."

"Ok but just one, I worked in bars for five years so I kind of hate them."

Josh looked at her and raised an eyebrow, "you were a barmaid? I am sorry, I just don't buy it."

"There is a lot you don't know about me."

"Right come on then, tell me something I don't know about you? Something shocking."

Blair thought for a minute, "I worked in a pirate themed bar for four months. I had to wear an eye patch over one of my eyes, and fishnet tights."

Josh laughed, "now that is something I would like to have seen."

"No you wouldn't. At three am in the morning it was not a good sight, but the shoes were cute."

"I don't doubt that, and as much as I went to grill you about your days as a pirate, you will be late if you don't go now."

Blair looked at her watch and jumped up, "crap crap crap." She swore she heard Josh laugh, and was about to turn round when she collided with Chuck, "oh hi," she said as he kissed her on the cheek, "I'm sorry I really can't stop, I have a meeting to get too and as usual I am running late."

"Ok but I need to show you something, what time do you think you will be done?"

Blair ran her hand through her hair, "I don't know. It's a really big client. "

"Who is it?"

"It's with the Peterson Group." Blair said shifting her folder to her other arm, "and they will be here in less than twenty minutes, I want to make sure the conference room is ready, and I need to find some sandwiches or something."

"They will love you. You know what, take them out."

"What?"

Chuck smiled, "they hate conference rooms, take them to that wee coffee shop on the corner. Two of them have a really sweet tooth so the buns will soften them up." Chuck took his wallet out and handed Blair a credit card, "it's the company card. The pin is your birthday. I will get you your own card next week."

"No Chuck, I can't ask you to do that."

"You need one, you are a director. It is your job to wine and dine clients now."

Blair slipped the card into her bag, "thank you. This means a lot to me."

Chuck laughed, "trust me it is me that should be thanking you. These people are insanely boring, and they will talk to you about boats for at least forty five minutes before they ever think about your presentation."

"Well my day just got a whole lot better," Blair rolled her eyes

"Just mention that we have a Monterey Yacht, and they will end up telling you everything about it. Agree to ninety per cent of what they say but make sure to disagree to some things. Say you hate the IPS system, and you can't work it."

"How on earth do you know anything about boats?"

"Because I own one."

"You own a boat?" Blair asked raising her eyebrows, "an actual real boat?"

"Yes, it floats and everything", Chuck mocked, kissing her on the nose, "I'll take you and Tabitha out on it someday."

"Super", Blair said sarcastically, "boats. Any other tips for me?"

"Make sure you turn your phone off, they really hate text messages, and emails so kept your phone off and out of sight. If they ask for anything you don't have, you will message it over to them."

"Thanks".

"You shouldn't be more than hour, will you text me when the meeting is finished, I have something to show you."

"Oh really, what?"

"It's a surprise."

"Do you own a plane too?"

Chuck laughed, "no it's much better than a plane, and much safer."

Blair looked at her watch once more, "I'm sorry, I really have to go. Pray I don't mess up."

Blair ran towards the door, and then turned round and ran back towards Chuck, he raised an eyebrow, "what?"

"Is it really my birthday?"

"1711."

Blair kissed Chuck on the lips once, "bye"

"Bye", Chuck smiled as Blair headed towards the door.

Chuck watched her for a minute and then turned back towards his office. He shut the door behind him and loosened his tie. He sat down and closed his eyes. He was planning to ignore his work for as long as possible. He ordered a coffee and a sandwich to be delivered to his office and turned on his computer. After about twenty minutes of fleeting through random pages on the Internet, there was a knock at the door, "come in."

The door opened and Chuck's secretary came in, "Mr Bass there is a phone call for you."

"Can you take a message? I was just going for some lunch and I'm really not in the mood for sales reps today."

"It's not a sales rep. It's a teacher from Tabitha's school she said it was urgent. She asked to speak to Miss Waldorf first but I couldn't find her, so she asked if you were available. It sounds important."

Chuck lifted the phone, "hello?"

"Yes is that Mister Bass?", the posh voice asked.

"Yes, is Tabitha ok?"

"She had a bit of a fall, we tried to get your wife but her phone was off. Her teacher took her straight to the hospital. Tabitha was scared so I think if someone she knew was there as soon as possible…"

Chuck cut the women off, "Which hospital?"

"New York Presbyterian…"

"I'm on my way."

Chuck knew the person wasn't finished, and frankly he didn't care. As soon as he heard the word hospital his heart had stopped. He turned to his secretary, "find Blair now and tell her to get to New York Presbyterian."

"Is everything ok Mr Bass?"

"No my daughter has been hurt, can you get me a car please"

Chuck pulled his phone out of his pocket and dialed Blair's number. He impatiently listened to her voice mail, and waited for the beep "Hey, Tabitha's school rang, she has had a fall, she is in New York Presbyterian. I'm leaving the hotel now. I'll have people come find you but incase you turn your phone on first please meet me there."

"Your car is out front Mr Bass, and I have all available staff looking for Miss Waldorf."

"Josh, he will know where she is. Find him", Chuck instructed "please cancel all my meetings for today and tomorrow. Blair's too. "

"I hope your daughter is ok. I'll be praying for her."

Chuck lifted his head for a moment, that was not what he expected her to say, but for some strange reason it brought him comfort, he turned to face her, "thank you Sarah, I would appreciate that."

Chuck walked out his office and into the waiting car. It felt like it had been an hour since the phone call, which made him dread the thirty minute car ride to the hospital. He stared out the window as the car moved off. He looked at the sky, "I don't know if you exist but if you do please look after her. I know I don't deserve any happiness and I am probably high on your hit list, but even if you hate me you have to love her. Please…"