Summarize from the former chapter (which I told you is only send out on demand. But if you read the summary you didn't miss - too much :D):
When Eric went back in the house, his siblings and their lovers were still occupied in the bathroom. So, he decided to wait for them because none of them were going to be happy when they heard who he had seen on the street.
When Serena and Nate left their bathroom first, they found Eric waiting on the stair.
"FINALLY!" Eric spat.
"What is it, Eric?" Nate asked confused.
"I saw someone." Eric answered.
"What? Where? When? Who?" Serena frowned.
"When I used the outdoor bathroom. It was Chuck's PI, Mike." Eric sighed.
Serena cursed while Nate made his way to the other bathroom's door. He knocked on the door.
Chuck heard the knock on the door. He sighed. No matter what, he would not wake up Blair. She was still sleeping on his chest and looked like a helpless, fallen angel.
The knocking got louder. Blair shrugged a bit.
"Someone wants to join in, huh?" she said giggling.
Chuck chuckled a bit before he helped her to stand up and get out of the tub. He handed her a bathrobe and took his from the counter.
"Chuck, man. I wouldn't disturb if it wasn't important. Open the door!" Nate yelled in the hallway.
Chuck opened angrily the door.
"What is it Nathaniel?" Chuck spat out. Nate pointed at Eric.
"Listen to Eric."
And Eric told him how had discovered Mike at the gate and that he ran away when he spotted Eric.
"Great. Just great. If he already called New York, they'll be here in less than 6 hours." Blair mentioned angrily.
"No no no. He's my PI. My father would have send his own, Andrew Taylor. There's another reason he was here." Chuck said before he went to his bedroom and took his phone out of a bag.
"CHUCK! You can't turn this on. They'll locate us." Blair snapped at him.
"It's called a predicament, Waldorf. If I don't call him, he'll probably call our genitors. If I call him, they probably locate us." Chuck summarized their possibilities.
"Call him." Nate said and nodded. "If you get service here that is."
Chuck nodded and turned his phone on. He pushed # 6, the speed dial that was reserved for his PI. But it didn't work. His phone was still trying to connect with the net.
Chuck's hierarchy in his phone was a mirror of his priorities in life.
# 1 – Blair
# 2 – Nate
# 3 – Eric (before they became family, this spot was held by his dealer. Nowadays he doesn't do drugs anymore.)
# 4 – Serena
# 5 – Mike, the PI without last name.
# 6 – Dexter, the concierge of the Palace
# 7 – Arthur, his driver
# 8 – Lily (before she became his stepmother was this number reserved for the doctor who wrote him sick notes for school whenever he needed one)
# 9 – Bart. Actually, his father didn't need a speed dial because Chuck called him less than EVERYONE else. But he is his father after all, isn't he? Chuck thought he owed him a dial, at least that.
As soon as his phone recieved service it started to vibritate.
"Okay, looks like I've got a few calls and voicemail messages." he smirks.
132 missed calls
52 voicemail messages
73 new messages
The Inbox sign blinked what means that they finally managed it to fill his Inbox.
"Focus, Chuck! Call. Everything else can wait." Blair commanded. He pushed the speed dial again and waited for the dialling tone. It took two rings.
"Why, hello best client. I wondered when you were going to call." Mike answered the phone kindly.
"Well, to be honest, Mike. I'm not so pleased. Why on earth did you spy on us?"
"I didn't spy on all of you, only you. Because someone hired me to watch after you."
"So my father asked you to do this and you sold me out. I trusted you, Mike."
"It's not your father who asked me to do it. Neither is it any parent for that matter."
"I'm confused. No one else knew about our little break so who should look for us?"
"Oh, kid. Didn't you watch news the last two days?"
"Why? What's there so important to see?"
"You, your siblings, your friend Archibald, your sweetheart, all of you."
"We're in the news? Why?" Chuck got nervous.
"You're father set a bounty for the five of you."
"You've got to be kidding."
"Nope, two million for each of you."
"So you're on bounty hunt?"
"I was. Until I found you and got a call from your dear Uncle."
"Uncle Jack? Why would he call you?"
"To offer me 15 million if I left you kids alone."
"That's nearly his salary for a whole year. Why would he do that?"
"To be honest kid, I don't know and I don't care."
"Thanks for the info." Chuck hung up. It took a moment for him to collect himself. Then he told the group what he just heard. They were all shocked as well as angry.
"Bounty. Like criminals. That's so Bart Badass Bass." Blair spat before looking at Chuck and blushing slightly. "Sorry." she mumbled.
"It's quite alright, Waldorf. You know, you're getting really good at this. Dirty talking that is." Chuck grinned.
"GROSS! You two, unbelievable." Serena bitched at them.
"Chuck? Does the TV in the living room work?" Eric asked.
"I think so. But I can't guarantee it will receive American TV."
"Well, give it a try."
Fortunately the worker had installed a satellite dish. Eric was programming the channels, when an East Coast News program started.
"...the parents of the eight year old kid were happy to get their son back. Alive and healthy. This brings us to the next theme with nearly the same bottom line. The five New York teenager, Charles Bass, the heir of Bart Bass, the owner of Bass Industries, his siblings Serena van der Woodsen and their brother Eric, as well as Blair Cornelia Waldorf, daughter of designer Eleanor Waldorf and Nathaniel Archibald, son of Howard Archibald who was arrested a few weeks ago for fraud and great son of Senator Gregory Johannes Vanderbilt the third , are still missing.
The last time they were seen was three days ago in a Mexican bar called Tangelo, where they got drunk and left the club in the early hours of the morning.
The father of three of the kids has set out a bounty of two million dollars per head for the person who gives the final clue to find them or brings them back." When the woman finished her speech, photos came up. First portraits of each of them, proper and kind ones. Something parents put up on the wall. The next photos were from them in the club. Serena and Nate were dancing next to Chuck and Blair. Eric stood beside them and holding the two bottles of Tequila in his hands. Serena was leaning back against Nate, nothing to inappropriate. But Chuck and Blair...it was way beyond the pale. Her legs were wrapped around his waist while his head rested between her breasts.
"THIS IS NOT HAPPENING. No, no, no. This is not happening." Blair told herself loudly. "This is so embarrassing. And it's of course all your fault, Bass!"
"How is this my fault? You're the one who couldn't stand on her own anymore."
"Stop arguing!" Eric commanded. "Chuck, let's look at the missed messages."
"Yeah, let's hear the begging a bit. Turn on hands-free talking, Chuck." Nate demanded.
"Okay, start with the last one." Chuck said as he called his voicemail.
"New message....yesterday, 18 : 22.." the computer voice told them. "Charles, this is Lily. Please, please come home and bring the other kids with you. I know that you're a reliable person and I hope to see you soon! Everything will be okay.!..." Suddenly Eleanor's voice rose in the background. "Not this time, it won't....Charles, this is Eleanor, listen to me and listen close. I tolerated your night visits in our house, I tolerated your smarmy comments at social events in my house. But I will NOT tolerate you stealing my daughter and destroying her reputation to hell with the bar pictures. Don't you dare knock her up!" It sounded so serious, they had laughed. "...give the damn phone!" Now it was Bart's turn. "Charles if you hear this I just want to let you know, that of all the stupid things you've done, well, this is the peek. You have ran away as usual, whice is something I could bare, actually I couldn't care less but take Serena and Eric with you as well as Blair and Nathaniel. Well, I've never been more disappointed and I genuinely thought that wouldn't be possible anymore." With that he hung up. Chuck face was unreadable. He frowned and looked down. He shut his phone and everyone eyed him. It took a minute and the very next, Chuck throw the cell against the wall with all power he could muster. I flew into thousand pieces on the floor afterwards. The next second he made a run upstairs.
When Blair went to follow him, Nate stopped her.
"Blair, give him a minute. Trust me." Nate tried to rationalise.
"No!" Blair yelled, shrugged him off and run upstairs. She walked softly over to the bedroom door and opened it slowly. Chuck sat on the floor, resting back on the bed, face to the window. Blair walked in and closed the door with a small noise. Chuck twitched a bit when he heard it. He didn't bother to turn around to see who it is.
Blair walked to the edge of the bed and sat down next to him. She said nothing, didn't even dare to touch him. After a while he leant over to kiss her knee. Both still dressed in their bathrobes. Blair stroked his hair gently. She let herself slip on the floor next to him and searched his eyes with hers. When he returned the glare she realised how vulnerable Chuck seemed in that moment. She took his left hand with hers and lifted up to her mouth to kiss it slightly.
"You deserve better." Blair finally said what she thought of the first words of the voicemail from his father.
"No, I don't. He's right. I'm a walking disappointment." Chuck swallowed hard. "And Blair, that's exactly why we should stop this. I'm going to hurt you again or disappoint you. You are the one who deserve better. Much better than me, actually."
"CHUCK BASS, don't you dare to say another word." Blair was furious. "You're the only one I have. Chuck, I'm the one that hurt you. Now we're here. Finally together. Away from all this crazy old people who tried to make our lives miserable so badly. We're here, finally together and...Chuck...I love you." Blair spoke frankly and eyed him. Chuck's eyes widen a bit when she finished.
He leant over, kissed her on the lips. "Thank you, Blair. I love you too. Always have, always will. We're inevitable."
"Chuck. Let's go out. I'm not tired anymore. Let's go and dance!" Blair suggested.
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