A/N: Hello you lovely motherflippers!

Here's the latest multi-chapter fic from yours truly. I'll update as often as I can but real life often gets in the way.

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"It's been one month since eighteen-year-old student Beca Mitchell went missing from the Barden University campus. Police are urging anyone who may know anything to contact them-"

Chloe shut off the TV. The picture of Beca they'd shown still burned in her mind. God she missed her. Every hour that passed without news brought on a new wave of misery and loss. Every hour that passed made it less and less likely that she'd be found safe and well.

She picked up her phone, ignoring the missed call from Aubrey, and clicked on her text messages. She scrolled down and re-read the last ones she'd gotten from Beca.

Beca: I'm on my way you loser. Quit texting me, it's making you seem desperate xx

Chloe: You love it when I'm desperate. Just hurry up will you? I need to talk to you about something xx

Beca: Sounds serious. I'll be there soon, Red. xx

"Chlo'?" Aubrey said as she walked into the apartment. "Okay?"

"Yep," Chloe said, wiping her eyes. "Sorry I missed rehearsal again."

"Hey, it's okay," Aubrey said, sitting beside her friend on the sofa. "To be honest, we haven't been doing much rehearsing the past month. We mostly just sit about. No one really feels like it. The girls miss you though." Chloe nodded, still staring at Beca's name on her phone.

"Why haven't they found her yet, 'Bree?" Chloe said, her voice breaking again.

"I don't know," Aubrey said, pulling her into a hug.

It had been a month and the only lead they had was that Beca's headphones had been found on the side of the road that lead away from Barden. A week ago Aubrey had overheard the police saying they were changing their search areas to focus on the woods near Barden and the lake. Places where Beca's body might be. Aubrey hadn't told Chloe this yet.

"I miss her so much," she said, resting her head on Aubrey's shoulder.

"I know you do sweetie," Aubrey said. It's true she had borderline hated the tiny brunette when they first met but after Beca had brought them to victory in the ICCA finals, she had grown to like and care about her. "Are you hungry?"

"No," Chloe replied. "I think I'm just gonna go to bed."

"Chlo', you have to eat," Aubrey said.

"I'm not hungry," Chloe said, standing. "Night."

"Chloe, it's been a month," Aubrey said, bracing herself slightly. "You can't just stop living while you wait for her to come home."

"You make it sound like she's just off on holiday or something," Chloe said. "I'm not waiting for her to come home I'm waiting for her to be found and brought home."

"But you still need to look after yourself," Aubrey said, sensing the anger radiating from her friend. Anger that she knew wasn't really directed at her but anger that she still didn't want to be on the receiving end of. "You have to carry on."

"No, actually, I don't," Chloe said, her voice hollow now.

"Chloe..."

"I'm going to bed."

Aubrey closed her eyes as the slam of Chloe's bedroom door echoed throughout the apartment. Soon she'd go and comfort her. For now, however, she just let the tears fall.

Beca was running. Running harder than she'd ever ran in her life. Her bare, bloodied feet pounded against ground. Her lungs were screaming for her to stop but she wouldn't. She couldn't. She had to get away. Had to get out of these woods and towards civilisation and safety.

Her foot caught on a branch and she came crashing down, slamming into the ground. She tried to push herself up but didn't have the strength in her arms.

She was too tired, too hungry and in too much pain.

The sound of approaching footsteps forced her into movement. She began crawling. Pulling herself along the rock strewn ground, tears streaming down her face as they cut into her arms and legs. A pair of hands turned her over.

"Beca? Beca Mitchell?"

Aubrey knocked on Chloe's bedroom door before pushing it open. Chloe was curled up in bed, staring at her phone, her face lit up from the screen.

"Chlo'," she said sitting on the edge of the bed. "I'm sorry."

"What for?" Chloe asked, not bothering to wipe the tears from her cheeks.

"I didn't realise before... You love her, right?" Aubrey asked. Chloe was silent for a few seconds.

"Yes," Chloe said, quietly. "I was going to tell her the night she disappeared."

Chloe's phone began ringing. "It's her dad," Chloe said, sitting up. Her heart began pounding in her chest and her mouth went dry. "'Bree, what if they've found her? What if... What if she's... I can't answer it."

"Give it here," Aubrey said, sounding a lot calmer than she felt. "Chloe Beale's phone. It's Aubrey. Oh my god," she said, her hand flying to her mouth. "Oh my god, okay. Okay, we're on our way now." Aubrey hung up. "Chloe, they found her. They've taken her to Barden Hospital."

"She's alive?" Chloe asked.

"She's alive."