I'll Be Seeing You

Rated: T

Title taken from "I'll Be Seeing You" by Billie Holiday

Chapter title taken from "Don't Rock The Boat, Dear" by Dean Martin

Disclaimer: I don't own Gossip Girl, etc. You know the drill

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"Okay Blair, hurry up, though. Serena needs us," Nate hangs up his phone and runs his hands through his dark blonde hair. Looking at Chuck, he shakes his head slowly. "I feel like she's pushing me away, dude. I do love her but I'm not so sure the feeling's mutual."

Deep inside of Chuck, there is a storm raging. His heart pounds thunderously and his eyes flash lightning. Composing himself, Chuck adjusts his pink bowtie and takes a deep breath. I let her go, he reminds himself. He paints on a nonchalant expression and shrugs his shoulders. "It's probably nothing Nathaniel. Girls get temperamental all the time, especially Blair. Anyways, I think Serena is our top priority right now." Chuck turns to head inside the station in order to see if he can get more information about his step-sister.

Nate begins to follow Chuck when suddenly, the two men hear the loud, screeching sirens of ambulances, police cars, and a fire truck. "Wow there must have been one hell of an accident." Nate remarks, shuddering as he looks back towards the street. He could make out the rescue vehicles racing down Park Avenue, so close to Central Park, where his girlfriend had been.

Chuck smirks. "Better someone else than you, am I right? Let's go in and see what we can find out about this whole arrest thing. God knows our dearest Serena won't last long in prison."

The police officers won't allow Chuck or Nate to see Serena. One officer, last name Jameson, explains to the pair that she has been arrested for the theft of an heirloom of Lily van der Woodsen's and that until Ms. van der Woodsen drops the charges, the blonde will be remaining in custody of New York's finest.

"Do you have any idea who I am?" Chuck pulls out the only card he has, hoping he can intimidate the officer into letting Serena go.

Officer Jameson laughed. "Do you have any idea how many pretentious motherfuckers come into this place asking me that? It doesn't work for them and it ain't gonna work for you either, pal."

Chuck's eyes narrow and he sticks his hands in his pockets to restrain himself from launching a right hook to the officer's piggish face. "I own half of this city, pal. I'll make sure every single one of you lose your jobs, your homes, everything. Don't underestimate me."

Nate stands in the background, sheepishly. He is never good in situations of serious matter and so he figures it is best to remain quiet, to watch from the shadows and take note of how others handle emergencies. Nate supposes that's why he is the last person people come to for support, because he never knows what to say other than little clichés such as "It'll be okay" or "Everything happens for a reason." Chuck, on the otherhand, takes action. That's the difference between the two men: Nate talks and Chuck walks.

Nate continues observing his best friend, who at this point is on the verge of getting arrested for verbal assault. "Officer," Nate jumps in, surprised at himself, "you're telling me there's no way to bail her out?"

Officer Jameson, relieved to be free of the barrage of threats from Chuck Bass, shakes his head at Nate. "She hasn't been fully processed yet. Bail hasn't been set. Hold tight, we're trying to get in touch with her mother."

Nate nods and grips Chuck's shoulder, guiding him back from the officer and towards a bench against the wall. The two sit and wait. They wait for Serena, they wait for Blair, they wait for Lily. They just... Wait, Nate remembers, Blair!

"She isn't here Chuck!"

"Who isn't here, Nathaniel? You forget we are at the disposal of several women at this moment. Specify, would you?" Chuck leans his head back against the wall. How did he ever get this soft? He never used to cater to anybody, and here he is, waiting on women. No... friends, Chuck tells himself. He never used to have friends to help. And so, here he is, waiting on friends, and happy to do so.

"Blair." Nate's stomach twisted with worry. "She said she would be here in twenty minutes. That was an hour ago."

Chuck's dark, devilish eyes bore into Nate's angelic blue ones. His palms start sweating but he doesn't show his concern. "She probably got distracted by the gleam of jewelry from the Tiffany's window. You're worrying for no reason."

Nate nods slowly but takes out his phone and dials Blair's number anyways. He just wants to make sure she is okay. The phone goes straight to voicemail and Nate stares straight ahead of him, dropping his phone beside him. Chuck looks over at his best friend quizzically. "What's wrong?" he asks.

Nate keeps staring straight ahead, not looking at Chuck. "Her phone went right to voicemail."

"So what? Maybe it's dead." Chuck reasoned.

Nate shook his head. "You don't get it, Chuck. You might know more about Blair than I do, but I have known her and been with her long enough to know this: Blair's phone has never, not once, went to voicemail in all the time that she's ever had a cell. You can call me stupid or crazy but something's wrong. I can feel it."

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Thanks for everyone's amazing reviews! I hope you guys keep reading and keep loving it!

Anyways, I know there is no Blair in this chapter (sadface), but I want to keep everybody involved in the story. I mean, it's a little hard to ignore that Serena is in jail, right?

UP NEXT: Gossip Girl finds out about Blair's accident, and will Serena be donning orange jumpsuits for the next year?