"They want us to do what," I nearly shriek into my phone. I can practically hear Chloe cringe on the other end of the phone.

"You heard me, Beca. They want us to do a champions tour with DSM," Chloe murmurs into the phone. "They want a meet up tonight to run through some ideas."

I run a hand through my hair as I continue to run my editing software. Jesus Christ, Rihanna's new single is supposed to drop tonight and Chloe throws this at me? My boss is so never going to approve this tour thing. I sigh and pinch the bridge of my nose.

"Beca, come on! It'll be so much fun! All the Bellas on the road one last time before we part ways. Legacy and the other girls are totes on board. You're the only one hesitating," Chloe says on the other side of the phone.

Does she not remember what happens when I'm around the tall, blond goddess that leads DSM? How could anyone forget the horrible attempts I made at insulting her? Your sweat smells like cinnamon? You gorgeous specimen? Ringing any bells to anyone?

"I know you're nervous to be around her, Becs. We've all been talking about it in the group chat," Chloe states matter of factly.

I pull my phone out of my pocket, going through all of the missed messages. I roll my eyes. I sigh again, but this time it's more a sigh of resignation.

Chloe claps excitedly on the other end of the phone. "Great! I'll pick you up at 7! Make sure you look hot!"

I sigh as I place my headphones back on my ears. Better get back to work if I'm gonna be to this dinner on time.

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Chloe's eyes scrutinize my outfit the second I'm in her car. I hadn't tried hard. I mean, I'd only changed like six times. That's normal, right? I ended up in black skinny jeans, a grey button up (with the sleeves rolled up), and black combat boots.

"You look good, Becs. Stop worrying so much," Chloe says reassuringly. "Just keep your mouth shut when she talks to you. I bet on you lasting longer than five minutes."

"You guys made bets on my ability to not shittily insult Kommissar," I ask incredulously. Why am I even shocked? They always do shit like this. I pinch the bridge of my nose again, something that's quickly becoming a habit of mine.

"Yep. Amy is pretty sure you're gonna blow it on sight. A couple of the others have a little more faith in you."

I roll my eyes so hard that I swear they almost get stuck and slam my head into the seat's headrest. I need a drink. Or several. I hope the people organizing this champions tour are picking up the bill.

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"What up, Shawshank," I hear from across the parking lot as I exit Chloe's car.

I give Amy a small smile as she pulls me into a tight hug. I would be lying if I had said I didn't miss these girls. Sure, most of us are still in the same state, but we've all been busy with our jobs and schooling. The other girls all slowly start to arrive, ending with Emily arriving at the last second, stumbling over her apology.

"I am so sorry! I was trying to get everything ready for try outs and I just lost track of the time," she says quickly.

I wave my hand. "Don't worry about it, Legacy. You're just saving me from making an ass of myself in front of the Germans."

Chloe gives me a sympathetic look and pats my shoulder. "You just have to last longer than five minutes."

I push her shoulder and she just laughs as she barely moves. "Come on, girls. Let's see what we're getting ourselves into."

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I try to order a jack and coke the second I sit down, but of course they don't have that. Chloe orders me a gin and tonic, promising that it's the strongest drink they'll have here. I murmur a 'thank you' and glance around nervously. DSM doesn't appear to be here yet, but that doesn't stop the nerves. Christ, pull it together, Mitchell! You're supposed to be a badass, not a chicken shit. The waiter places my drink down and I down half of it in one drink. Chloe places a hand on my arm and offers a comforting smile. I give her a nervous one in return and set my drink back down.

The organizers of this damn thing walk in a few minutes later, DSM practically on their heels. My hand reaches for my drink as Pieter walks in, but Chloe stops me. Kommissar walks in behind him, her icy blue eyes surveying the room. They finally land on me and I practically freeze. It's only when her eyes flicker away from me that I realize there's an open seat directly across from me. I turn to glare at Amy, causing her to look everywhere but at me.

"Hallo, tiny maus," Kommissar murmurs as she takes a seat.

I take a second to take in her appearance. This is the first time I've seen her in something other than leather and mesh. She's dressed casually. A grey sweater (yes, grey not black) with white skinny jeans and gladiator sandals. God, she looks so hot. I shake my head and begin to formulate an appropriate response. Come on, at least last five minutes, Mitchell.

"Kommissar. How are you," I manage to get out. I mentally high five myself. I practically melt when she smiles at me.

"I am well. Thank you for asking. And how have you been? Still spreading your bumbling ineptitude all over the place," she asks with a chuckle.

I'm saved from responding when the waiter comes back to take more drink orders. I pick my drink up and down the rest of it. Chloe laughs to my right and lets the waiter know I need another drink.

"You're a lifesaver, Chlo," I whisper to her. Chloe flashes me a bright smile and a wink.

"Let's begin the negotiations then. If I'm to spend months on a tour with these silly American girls then I want everything figured out beforehand," Kommissar finally says.

And then the organizers are walking us through this entire setup. We're each going to be paid individually. And it's a pretty fantastic sum of money. Definitely worth the amount of work I'm going to miss to go on this damned tour in the first place. The sponsors are going to pay for everything. The travel, the hotels, the food, the outfits for shows, everything. It's going to be an international tour. We start here in LA, work our way across the US and Canada, Mexico, Central America, South America, Europe, Australia. We're literally going everywhere. I'm easily going to miss a year at the studio and I have no idea if my boss will even let me come back afterwards. By the end of the meeting, the organizers are leaving all of us with a copy of the contract and letting us think things over for a few days. I've also had three drinks and am working on my fourth by the end of the meeting. Kommissar keeps giving me these looks. Sly smirks and sultry eyes. Chloe never even got to me this way when we first met. The organizers pay the bill and leave us to finish our dinner. I down the rest of my drink, really starting to feel the gin in these drinks now.

"Anybody wanna hit up the club a couple blocks down? I DJ down there occasionally and it's a pretty nice set up," I offer.

The girls are all in, even Legacy and she's almost never up for partying in clubs. I hear the Germans quietly talking amongst themselves and just tune out. I'm sure they're discussing the contract. I hear the words 'tiny maus' and pause for just a second, but opt to leave them to it.

Kommissar's eyes connect with mine and she gives me a small smirk. "Do you mind if we join you, tiny maus? We could use a little unwinding ourselves."

This question shocks me into a brief silence. Partying with DSM? This close to Barden? This could get interesting. But what can it hurt.

"Uh, yeah, sure. You can just walk with us. It's only a couple blocks," I murmur.

Kommissar smiles down at me and nods. "Lead the way then, tiny maus."

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Hiding alone at the bar was my original plan. I am well into my second jack and coke (probably shouldn't be mixing lights and darks, but whatever) when Chloe finds me.

"Beca, come dance with us! Legacy is even out there," she slurs a little while grabbing my hand.

"Chlo, I really don't want to," I tell her over the music.

She shakes her head and tugs on my hand. "Nope! It was your decision to come here and I'm not gonna let you hide up by the bar all night."

I have just enough time to grab my drink before Chloe tugs me onto the dance floor with her.

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I've managed to have more drinks since I got on the dance floor. Probably because Amy keeps feeding me shots. When did I start dancing with Legacy and Stacie anyway? I can feel someone staring at me. I manage to focus long enough to glance around the room. My eyes connect with ice blue. A sly smile is the next thing I focus on. Blond, wavy hair is my next point.

And then everything is in motion. I'm making my way to the bathroom on unsteady feet. The room is spinning and I have no idea how I'm walking. People get out of my way easily enough and I'm suddenly in the bathroom. I push my way into a stall and work on unbuttoning my jeans. I'm like 99% positive that I'm going to piss my pants. I finally get them undone and move to sit down. I sigh in relief and allow my head to rest in my hands. The spinning is relieved for just a second. And then I'm forcing myself back up to leave the bathroom. I move out of the stall and wash my hands. I look at myself in the mirror. God, I am a hot mess. My hair is crazy, my face is red, and my mascara is starting to smudge. I need to get out of here soon. I splash some water on my face, nearly moaning at the sensation. When I look back up, Kommissar is smirking at me in the mirror. I yelp in surprise and turn to face her.

"Okay, you can't just sneak up on people like some hot sneaky German chick," I stumble out. Great fucking response, Beca. I wonder who won the bet.

Kommissar smirks down at me and takes a step closer to me. I take a step back, which of course means she takes another step forward. This continues until I'm backed up against the sink. She steps closer to me, her scent overwhelming me. My breathing is a little ragged. Her fingers slip under my chin, guiding my gaze back up to her face. I get a great look at her cleavage on my way there though and it still looks fantastic.

"My, my, tiny maus. What a sweet talker you are," she teases.

"I'm not sweet talking you. I would have said something much better if that was my intention," I manage to get out.

She raises an eyebrow in question. "Oh? And what could that possibly be, hmm? Words are not your forte, troll."

My eyes take her in. All of her. I bite my lip slightly as I catch the sight of her collarbones peeking out of her sweater. My eyes travel up from there, to the column of her throat, her jawline, those perfect lips. Our eyes finally reconnect and she raises an eyebrow again. My hands move to place themselves on her forearms. Her smirk grows slightly.

"Have I told you how gorgeous you are," I murmur quietly.

Kommissar seems shocked at this honest, intentional comment. She nods after a few seconds.

"Yes, but I believe it was a mistake the first time," she says with a smile.

I see her eyes move to my lips before she makes eye contact with me again. She starts to move in closer to me and I tilt my head back all too easily to meet her. Her lips brush mine ever so slightly. I release a half gasp, half moan at the sensation. I feel her smirk against me.

"What of the awkward, movie loving boy you were with the last time we met," she husks out against my lips.

Jesse. We had broken up shortly after Worlds. It was my decision. He doesn't entirely agree with it. The passion in our relationship was gone. I was unhappy. He's convinced he can win me back so I haven't talked to him in awhile.

Kommissar moves away from me slightly as she awaits an answer. "We, uh, broke up. After Worlds. I wasn't happy anymore."

I make eye contact with her again. Her eyes have softened slightly and she smiles down at me. It's my eyes that flicker to her lips this time. I watch her move closer to me. I feel her lips brush mine again. The same noise leaves my mouth, if not a little more desperate than the last time. I push slightly closer to her in an attempt to fully connect our lips. She chuckles slightly against me, seemingly moving closer to me again. Our lips brush again, just a little more this time. I groan against her mouth, moving my hands to tangle in her hair.

"Don't be such a tease, Kommissar," I murmur against her lips. My mouth spits out her name in perfect, fluent German.

I watch her pupils dilate slightly at this. Her hands drop to my thighs, grasping the backs of them to push me onto the counter behind me. Her forehead pushes against mine. I wrap my thighs around her waist, my breathing slightly faster against her skin. Her lips brush mine again, but they linger this time, giving me the option. I press my lips against hers, greedy for the contact. I moan into her mouth, earning a growl from her as her hips push closer to me. She nips my bottom lip with her teeth, smirking slightly at the sound I make. She pulls back after this, her hands unwinding from my thighs, and removing my hands from her hair.

"Call me Luisa, tiny maus. If you are to yell my name in the future, I'd prefer it to be my real name," she husks before leaving the bathroom.

Holy fuck, Beca Mitchell. What have you gotten yourself into?

AN: Long time, no see, huh everybody? I'm starting up a new fanfic. It's obviously going to be Beca/Kommissar. I haven't decided if I wanna make Jesse a complete dick in this one like I usually do. Let me know if you guys have any opinions on it. It's great to be back! Future-Mrs.-Croft