Firstly, hi. I am so late to ship, however I just watched PP2 and I have fallen in love with Kommissar and Beca. I do not know how long this will be, or if anyone will even read it now. But I am having the time of my life.

"Mäuschen, you just can't keep away, ja?"

Beca jumped, spilling her drink over herself.

Fuck.

Das Sound Machine were confident and precise in their every action, they intimidated anyone who came into contact with them, and this was especially true for their female leader. Kommissar was a tall blonde with electric blue eyes; she was the sort of woman whose beauty was just as powerful and commanding as her presence, and there was always a sense on control.

Beca turned and looked up at the older woman, swallowing hard.

She couldn't help but feel anxious around her, especially as she realised this was their first time alone. Even with winning the World Championships, and the buzz that had given her, she still couldn't help but embarrass herself.

"Uh, yeah, hi. I mean… What?"

Kommissar smirked, knowing and enjoying the effect she had on the younger girl. She nodded towards Beca's dress, and raised an eyebrow in response.

"I startled you?"

"What – this?" Beca pointed at the spilt drink, forcing out a laugh. "No, of course not. I always spill things, all the time. Any drink, anywhere. I mean it's basically like my thing."

Kommissar tilted her head slowly. "Your thing?"

The emphasis on the blonde's question was slow, and Beca didn't know if it was the German accent or just the stupidity of her own words that made this ten times more humiliating.

"No." She shook her head. "I don't even know what that means. It's not my thing. The cup was just full and you came out of nowhere and spoke, and I didn't expect it and I jumped and – " She paused, realising how much she was now talking. "I swear I am not normally like this. I don't say things like this. I totally just ramble when I'm nervous – "

Something in her words made the German's eyes light up. She took a slow step forward, closing the space between them, and cutting Beca off.

"Oh, and I make you nervous?"

Beca felt her face flush red and panic immediately flood her body.

"What? No! I mean – maybe a little. But not like in a bad way! I don't think you're going to kill me or anything, it's just you're scary but so beautiful and everything you do is like perfection and – God, I really need to stop talking."

She covered her face with her hand, willing the floor to swallow her whole.

What was wrong with her? Why couldn't she have just said "Hey Kommissar, so we kicked your asses like I said we would!" – Fuck, that would have been good, why couldn't she had done that? What sort of name is Kommissar anyway? That can't be her name, right? What was her name? Maybe, she didn't have one. Maybe she was part of an experiment to grow the world's most perfect human and that's why she's so beautiful and talented and fuck – she was standing really close…

Kommissar let out a loud laugh, snapping Beca out her thoughts. She was entertained; there was a look of satisfaction, like Beca was her new favourite toy. She leaned into the young girl, her lips brushing Beca's ear, sending a shiver down her spine.

"It is fine, Maus. I am only teasing." She whispered, stepping back a second later and releasing the tension between them.

Beca looked up; forcing any sort of emotion other than the pure panic she was feeling right now. She desperately searched for any sign of the Bellas in the bar surrounding her, anyone would do. This was possibly the worst and most confusing interaction she had ever had with the German woman. Suddenly, she spotted Chloe and willed their eyes to meet – which they did.

"I actually came to congratulate you." Kommissar said, following Beca's stare over her shoulder to see the other woman fastly approaching.

"You're congratulating me?" Beca asked, focusing on Kommissar again. "I never thought DSM would actually admit defeat."

"Well, we are the best." She said with a smile. "But you are also pretty good."

There was a moment of silence between them; no words exchanged, eye contact unbroken. Then Kommissar nodded her head and slipped past Beca towards the outside party that had just opened.

Beca chugged what was left of her drink and put the cup down on a counter. The whole night had been a whirlwind. The excitement of winning, the anticipation of celebrating, now whatever had just happened with Kommissar. She had no idea what she was feeling or what it meant, except she needed alcohol, and lots of it.

She turned around, and was greeted by the very concerned face of her best friend.

"Uh, Beca? Where have you been? Are you okay? What did she say to you?"

Beca nodded, then grabbed Chloe's drink out of her hands and took a big gulp, ignoring the sickly sweet taste. "Yeah, I'm okay. I think she er, I think she just congratulated us."

Chloe shot her a pointed look, and then stole her drink back. "Seriously?"

"Yeah, she said that DSM were still the best, but we did good."

Chloe gave her a disbelieving look. "Wow, you almost a compliment from Das Sound Machine. I did not expect that. No wonder you look like a ghost." She joked, finishing her drink.

Beca frowned and punched her playfully in the arm "Shut up, Clo. I do not!"

"Ow! You definitely do!"

The brunette just rolled her eyes.

"Just promise me that if she does anything, you'll let me know?"

Beca paused for a moment. There was nothing to tell, was there? She had gotten close to her, and it had felt weird. Not weird in a bad way, just different. And she's called her pretty or perfect, but when doesn't that happen?

"I will."

Chloe smiled, and grabbed her by the arm. "Come on then aca-bitch, they just opened the outdoor arena, lets go dance!"