Disclaimer: I don't own the characters. They belong to Cecily von Zeigesar and The CW.

"You need to pay that P.I. more," Blair proclaimed as she sifted through the photos that Chuck had given her when she first entered his office. His private investigator had dropped them off earlier that day, and he had immediately called Blair. She would have been there sooner if she hadn't had an important class to attend.

"He's already one of the most highly compensated people on my payroll," Chuck insisted. They both heard Eugenia clearing her throat loudly at his proclamation. Chuck called out to Eugenia, "I said almost."

Blair couldn't help but laugh at the smirk she could visualize on Eugenia's face. She really did like his assistant. Eugenia didn't tolerate the crap that Chuck could put out anymore than she did.

"Who would have thought that Georgina had a kid," Blair mused as she looked at picture after picture.

"And one that's five years old," Chuck added.

Blair quickly did the math in her head.

Chuck could read her thoughts. "He's not mine."

"Are you sure?" Blair asked hesitantly.

"I was with Georgina one time, and we were in sixth grade which would have made us eleven . . .maybe twelve. That was seven years ago at the very least. No way is he mine," Chuck assured her. "I have no children, Blair. I can guarantee that."

"Promise," she requested as she kissed him. He merely nodded. "So, now the question is, what do we do with this information? I don't want to punish a child, even an offspring of Georgina's."

"I suppose the child has suffered enough," Chuck agreed, "She's practically abandoned him, leaving him with her deranged parents. No child so have to suffer like that. Even Bart Bass was a better parent than those people."

"And that's not saying much," Blair added.

"But Georgina does seem to care about this kid, at least enough to visit him once a month," Chuck replied, "She didn't give him up for adoption, and she didn't have an abortion, so there is something we can use."

"This feels low even for us," Blair stated, the distaste evident in her tone.

"Are you growing a conscience on me, Waldorf?" he teased. The fact was he felt bad about what he was even thinking, but if it meant that Georgina would leave them alone, he was willing to give it a try. He knew he'd never actually go through with it, but he had a feeling that Georgina wouldn't wait for him to call his bluff.

"You should talk," Blair stated as she smacked his chest lightly, "You'll never do it. You'll never call Family Services to report her."

"No, I won't," he conceded, "But I have no problems with her thinking that I would."

"I don't think I have the stomach for this one," Blair stated as she handed him the manila file full of the photos.

"I'll take care of it," he assured her. "I won't make you get your hands dirty."

"Thank you," Blair responded, her voice full of the gratitude that she felt for him.

"Oh, but I expect to be compensated royally for this," he assured her.

"Name the terms," she stated playfully.

It was a dangerous statement to make. Chuck was getting very creative since they had officially become a couple. He seemed to think it over for a few moments before he spoke. "How about we make that my little secret?"

"No way," she groaned as she shook her head from side to side, "You're mind is too devious. The more you think something through, the worse it turns out for me."

"Blair, I would never suggest you do something that you aren't comfortable with," he insisted. He was offended that she could even think such a thing. He may be Chuck Bass, but he was a newer, kinder, gentler version of him, one that cared about her well being above anything else.

"Okay, say I tentatively agree to your vague terms. I still get veto power," she countered. She couldn't allow herself to totally give up her control, and he hadn't expected her to.

"Deal," he agreed as he leaned in to kiss her. "Do you know Georgina's class schedule by any chance?"

"What difference does that make?" Blair inquired, "It's not like she's actually going to classes. This is all one elaborate ploy to get under my skin and get revenge on me for sending her to boot camp."

"It was one of our more brilliant moves," he smirked.

"Even when I could barely stand to be in the same room as you, we have always made a great team," she mused, playing with his tie as she remembered the night they had first plotted Georgina's demise.

"Make sure that Georgina is at your dorm room by six this evening," he requested, "I'll take it from there."

"Thank you," she stated once more as she kissed him. "I love you, Bass."

"I'm kind of fond of you too, Waldorf," he smirked.

She slapped him playfully before she left. Eugenia was chuckling as Blair walked past. Like a good assistant, she had heard their entire exchange. Blair gave her a friendly wave before made her way to the elevator as she pulled out her cell phone.

"Georgina, it's Blair. I have a study session with my lab partner at six this evening and I need our dorm room, so please for the love of God, vacate the room so that we can study in peace," Blair left a message for Georgina. She knew Georgina would take the bait. Another attempt to get under Blair's skin was too tempting to resist.


"Chuck, what are you doing here?" Georgina exclaimed as she walked into her dorm room to see Chuck sitting on her bed casually, as if he expected her, which of course he did.

"Waiting for you, of course," he responded smoothly.

"Was our time together that magical that you've been pining for a repeat performance for seven years?" Georgina inquired as she sat herself in his lap and put her arms around his neck.

"Let's make one thing quite clear," he stated as he forcefully threw her aside before he calmed himself down to evenly add, "You disgust me. There are few things in this world that do, but you top that list. I'm here to ensure that you leave Blair alone. I will not have you ruin this college experience for her."

"What are you going to do, Chuck?" Georgina's eyes sparkled as she responded, "Offer me money to go away. I'm not some call girl you can pay off."

"That would be an insult to call girls everywhere to have you join their ranks," he responded coolly, "And money would be pointless. You aren't worth a penny."

"But your precious Blair is," Georgina smirked, "I know things that can ruin her, private things, intimate things."

"Oh, I have a few cards of my own to play," he replied as he picked up the folder that he had laid out on Blair's bed when he first arrived, "And I think these might trump anything you've got on Blair."

"And what is that?" Georgina challenged him, "My juvenile record? Please that's kid's stuff."

"A curious choice of words," he stated as he opened up the folder and held out a picture of her five year old son. "That poor innocent child, having you for a mother. You probably don't even know who the father is. That is why you left that line blank on the birth certificate, right?"

Georgina's jaw dropped as she looked at the photo of her hugging her son. She recognized the outfit that he was wearing when she'd last went to see him a week ago.

"Where did you get this?" she snarled.

"Did you really think that you could waltz back into Blair's life without me taking action?" he inquired, "I would have thought that you'd know me better than that. You were my first after all, so that should give you all insight that you need. At least, that's what you told Blair, isn't it?"

Georgina's eyes began to tear at the thought that her privacy had been invaded.

" Please, you were my first . . . my first mistake," Chuck continued on.

"What do you plan on doing with this?" Georgina inquired, hoping that her voice sounded casual, "Submit this to Gossip Girl? Send it to Page Six? I don't care what people think about my reputation."

"I'm well aware of that," he replied, "I am well aware that society threats will not work against you, but I think I've come up with a much better alternative."

She crossed her arms in front of her chest in an obvious challenge to him, which he was only too happy to accept.

"You've been a very bad little girl," Chuck stated as he pulled out her rap sheet and list of her stints in rehab, as well as a picture of her that same afternoon after time with her son where she was doing lines of cocaine with some random guy she had just met. It was obvious it was the same day, as she was wearing the same clothes.

"This doesn't come as a surprise of course. We both know you have no moral compass whatsoever. I know you have no use for this information, but think of how interested the Department of Children and Family Services would be. Even with Mommy and Daddy's money, there is no way that any social worker or judge would allow you or your parents to keep that child. Your parents' pasts are just as sordid as yours. Thank goodness for that sweet nanny that your parents employ, or that child would turn out just as horrible and vicious as you did."

"You wouldn't do that," Georgina stated, her voice cracking as the possibility of Chuck seeing his threat through hit her.

"Try me," Chuck responded as he pulled out his phone and began searching his contact list for the DCFS number that he had programmed in earlier that day. Georgina quickly knocked his phone out of his hand before he could push the button to connect the call.

"I'll do whatever you want," Georgina caved instantly, "Just don't take my son way from me."

"How about that, you do have some sort of maternal instinct?" he mused, "I thought the spawn of Satan would be immune."

"What do you want?" Georgina shouted.

"You to leave Blair alone," he responded, "Forever. . . You come nowhere near her or me for the rest of our lives. You leave our friends and family alone, and you disappear. We never hear from you ever again."

"Fine," Georgina conceded as tears streamed down her face, "I'll do whatever you want, just don't take my son away."

"It's a deal," he agreed as he handed her the folder, "You can keep these. They're copies of the originals, of course. Think of them as a friendly reminder. I will not hesitate to use them if you so much as think about coming after either of us ever again. I promise you, Georgina, you would live to regret the day you first met me."

"We're already there," Georgina assured him.

"I'm glad we're clear on that," he chuckled darkly, "You've got an hour to get your stuff out of here, and if one piece of Blair's belongings are disturbed or missing, those pictures go straight to the authorities. My friend, Darryl, will be keeping an eye on you."

Chuck opened the door to introduce Georgina to his friend, a burly bouncer looking dude that Chuck hired especially for this one task. "He'll be keeping you company until you are safely out of Manhattan, and don't even think of bribing him. I assure you, he's highly compensated."

"I hate you, Chuck Bass!" Georgina screamed.

"The feeling is mutual, Bitch," Chuck assured her as his security guard handed him cell phone that had fallen to the floor. "Good bye, Georgina. Have a nice life."

He heard her screaming as he left the dorm. He took a deep breath to calm himself down.


"How did it go?" Blair asked as soon as Chuck stepped of the elevator into his penthouse.

"She's gone," he stated, his voice dripping in the disgust he felt. He'd been fighting the awful feeling that settled into the pit of his stomach during the entire ride from her dorm room to his penthouse.

"Thank you," Blair exclaimed as she hugged him.

The jarring motion pushed him over the edge. He pushed her away and dashed towards the nearest bathroom to unloading the contents of his stomach.

"Chuck!" Blair exclaimed as she rushed into the room to she him perched over the toilet. Her heart broke at the sight before her.

"Go away, Blair," he requested as he looked up momentarily before he retched once more.

"I'm not going anywhere," she stated as she began to rub his back gently.

After a few agonizing minutes, his stomach finally settled. "God, Blair, you gave me a conscience," he gasped, "I almost did it. I almost called Family Services. I should have called them. That child does not belong with that horrendous woman or her twisted parents."

"What stopped you?" she asked as she continued stroking his back.

"I know what it's like going through life knowing that you are not wanted. She may be a messed up psychotic bitch, but she does love her son. I can't deny a child that," he explained as he pushed himself away from the porcelain toilet.

"Chuck, we've been over this before. Bart loved you," Blair whispered softly.

"Well, then at least Georgina's son will get a chance to know it," Chuck responded as she brushed the hair off his face that had fallen forward during his convulsions, "Maybe I can give him the chance that I never got with my father."

"I love you, Chuck Bass," Blair stated as she kissed his forehead.

"Why?" he sighed, his eyes full of the confusion her statement brought. "You've seen what I'm capable of. How could you love me after this?"

"Because you did it for me," she stated simply, "You did it so that she would stay out of our lives."

"And she is gone," he assured her, "We'll never see her again. I made sure of that."

"Thank you," Blair responded as she kissed his forehead again, "Thank you for taking care of Georgina for me. Thank you for not making me do this with you. Most importantly, thank you for loving me."

"And I do love you . . . more than anything. You are my world," he stated, speaking the words slowly and carefully.

"This time is different," Blair stated.

She remembered saying the words before, but this time it really was different. They would get through any obstacle that they may face. This time they would stay together. This time they would trust their love for each other and let it be enough.

"Make me forget," he whispered, "Make me forget what I just did."

"With pleasure," she responded as she helped him to his feet and pulled him to his bedroom were she began stripping him of his clothes. He wasn't nearly as coordinated as he normally was in the bedroom. His eyes were vacant. He was still thinking about what he had done earlier.

"Look at me, Bass," she commanded as she grabbed a hold of his shoulders and gave him a shake. "Focus on me. Let yourself feel me."

His eyes began to focus as her lips made contact with his chest. His hands found their way into her silky soft hair. A lustful sigh escape his lips as he began to respond to her touch. Suddenly he pulled her lips towards his, crashing them against hers. That was all the foreplay he could stand at the moment. He needed to feel her as he turned her towards the bed, backing her up until she fell softly against it.

"This is going to be quick," he mumbled against her lips. "I'm sorry."

"It's okay," she gave him a reassuring smile, "I'll be right there with you. I promise."

"I love you," he proclaimed as he slipped into her. As she promised, she crashed over the edge at the same moment he did.

TBC. . .