AU of Pitch Perfect 3 in which the hostage situation is actually dangerous and Beca has returned to join the group at the café to tell them the news immediately rather than returning to her hotel room.

This is my first Bechloe/Pitch Perfect fanfic, and the first fanfic I have written in a long time, so it'll probably be terrible but ah well…

Relaxing in the sun outside a French café seemed the best way for the Bellas to distract themselves whilst they awaited the decision from DJ Khaled. Chloe laughed at Aubrey's clumsy attempts at French, her eyes fondly glancing around the assembled group. This was it, this was all she wanted, wasn't it? These girls were her family, her own long since left behind, so why did it feel like something was missing? Glancing around again, she put the empty feeling down to the fact that there were two Bellas missing: Amy and Beca.

Where were they? Chloe realised that she didn't know where either of them were, and what exactly they were doing that was so important that they were missing out on quality time with their sisters. She was about to raise the question with the other Bellas, when a familiar brunette came bounding up to the table.

"Beca, where have you been?" Chloe asked, sensing the distress radiating from her roommate as Beca fiddled nervously with her bag strap.

"Um… I… look guys-" Beca started, not quite sure how to deliver the news to her closest friends. How on earth was she supposed to tell these girls, her sisters, that DJ Khaled wanted her and not them.

She opened her mouth to start again, but was interrupted by an unfamiliar man in a suit.

"Bonjour Bellas! Chicago has sent me to escort you to an event, if you would follow me."

"Event? What event?" Chloe asked, brows furrowing in confusion, "Chicago never mentioned any event."

Beca resisted the urge to role her eyes. Fucking Chicago. She'd seen the way the red head had practically swooned when they first met the soldier Spain, and the way Chloe turned to jelly every time he walked into a room. She hated it. But what did she expect? She'd lived with Chloe for nearly two years now, they'd barely spent a day apart, hell they even shared a bed, and still she'd never been able to work up the courage to tell her friend how she truly felt.

How she ached every minute they were apart. How she felt her heart skip every time she heard Chole singing in the shower. How she'd thought of no-one else since she joined the Bellas all those years ago. Even when she was with Jesse, the flame haired singer was the only woman she could think of. It wasn't that Jesse was a bad guy, he just wasn't… Chloe.

Beca was pulled from her thoughts by Aubrey, who nudged her as the rest of the Bellas piled towards the van.

"You coming Beca? Or are you gonna sit there like a lemon?"

"Wha- no, I'm coming, I'm coming." Beca shook her head and followed Aubrey into the back of the van with Bellas, an uneasy feeling settling over her.

"Where did he say we were going again?" Beca asked, settling into the seat in between Chloe and Aubrey.

"A beach party! He said something about an announcement, so you know what thaaaaat means!"

Despite the unsettling feeling in the pit of her stomach, Beca couldn't help but smile broadly at the musical tone in Chloe's voice. The ginger grinned widely at her roommate as the Bellas broke into song like they often did on the road, Cynthia-Rose leading them into an a cappella rendition of 'Cake by the Ocean', momentarily washing away all the doubts that the co-leader had.

"Very good ladies!" The chauffer's voice rang around the cabin, sending chills back down Beca's spine. Something was definitely off here.

"Hey, where's Amy?" Beca whispered to Chloe, who frowned in response, looking around the cabin. After Beca showed up, Chloe had just assumed that the whole group was assembled, that empty feeling knawing at her dispelled when the alt-girl had sat next to her at the café.

"Excuse me?" Chloe moved forward a little, a serious expression on her face, and a small bubble of panic rising inside her, "We're missing Amy, and we're not the Bellas if we're not all here. Can we go back and get her?"

The chauffer had since turned his back on the girls, and with Chloe's words he reached down into the foothold of the passenger seat.

"Hey, are you listening to me?" Chloe's tone became more irritable, barely suppressing the panic that threatened to consume her.

"Yo, dude, we're talking to you!" Beca cut-in, scooting forward, subconsciously adjusting herself into a protective stance just in front of the ginger.

"Bon voyage Bellas." The chauffer's voice was distorted, and as he turned back around to face the singers it became obvious why. As the Bellas realised all too late the danger they were in, the now gas masked chauffer threw a canister of gas into the back of the van, rapidly rolling up the separating window as the girls cried out in fear. Before she blacked out, Beca heard Chloe spluttering and she desperately reached towards her, her heart breaking as she heard the distress her roommate was in.

'Ugh crap…'

Beca groaned softly, head pounding as the world swam back into view. Where the hell was she? What happened after she blacked out?

'Crap.'

Where was Chloe?

"Chlo?" Beca croaked, her throat aching. She moved to stand, and, finding she couldn't, tugged at whatever it was that was keeping her arms pinned behind her back.

"Chloe?" Beca called again, panic starting to flutter in her chest. She tugged harder at her restraints, eyes adjusting to the darkness around her, desperately searching for her flame haired friend, for any of her friends in fact.

"Guys?"

"Beca?" The brunette's heart soared as Chloe's voice rang through the dark.

"Chloe? Where are you?"

"Look to your left, weirdo."

Despite the thinly veiled fear in her voice, the use of the affectionate calmed Beca a little, as she turned her head to the left, relaxing a little as her eyes met the glittering blue eyes of her friends. Chloe managed a little smile, though her chest was pounding hard as she tried to understand what had happened.

"What the hell is going on Beca?" Chloe's voice shook a little, her eyes searching Beca's for the strength she so sorely needed in that moment.

"I have no idea. I mean, who kidnaps an a cappella group? It's not like we're flush with cash, or have sponsors, let alone ones with deep pockets. Who do they expect to pay a ransom? John and Gale?"

Chloe snorted in spite of herself at the thought of the two commentators/stalkers receiving a Bella ransom note.

"Can you imagine? 'Good evening a cappella fans, we're here today with a very strange note! It is indeed Gale, this note claims that a group of French mercenaries have kidnapped the Bellas, and expect us to pay a ten-thousand-dollar ransom. The audacity of these people Gale. Mind you, what more do you expect these Europeans? Indeed John, they simply don't understand the American way. They're probably women Gale.' "

It was Beca's turn to laugh as Chloe impersonated the two presenters with startling accuracy, the pair somehow managing to make light of the desperate situation they found themselves in.

"Where are the others? Are they here too?" Beca adjusted her position slightly, trying to get as comfortable as possible with her wrists and ankles bound tight.

"If they are, where ever 'here' is, they're keeping them somewhere different." Chloe sighed softly, biting her lip and resting her head on the wall behind her.

Beca's brow furrowed in confusion. Who had grabbed the Bellas from that café? What did they want from them?

"Beca?"

"Hmm, yeah?"

Beca turned to look at her friend again, and noticed the tears slipping down her cheeks.

"I'm scared…"

The brunette could feel her heart breaking. She'd never seen Chloe so vulnerable, so terrified, even on the day of her veterinary exams. Beca, rather ungracefully, shuffled closer to her friend, closing the gap and resting her head on her Chloe's shoulder.

"It'll be okay Chlo."

"You don't know that Becs. We don't even know who took us, or what they want with us, or-"

"Hey, hey. Don't wind yourself up, it's not gonna help either of us."

Beca lifted her head to look at Chloe, smiling softly as their eyes met again, the ginger's glistening with tears.

"Chlo?"

"Yeah?"

"Are we bobbing?"

The Bellas, minus Chloe, Becca and Amy, sat on the deck of the ship. Tied up, bewildered and terrified, they watched as Fergus Hobart pace back and forth, clock watching.

"Where are Beca and Chloe?" Aubrey's voice trembled but her face was defiant, full of concern for her missing friends.

"Elsewhere." Came the curt reply, the Australian grinning cruelly at the older blonde, "Why? Do you want to join them?"

"I want to know that they're safe."

"Oh, they are. For now, at least. Whether or not they stay that way is down to Patricia."

Aubrey's eyes narrowed, but she remained silent, terrified that if she said anything else she'd put her friends in more danger than they were already in. Instead, she shifted her position, so she was closer to Emily. The younger Bella was taking the situation a hell of a lot harder than the rest of them, and hadn't stopped crying since they regained consciousness. Legacy rested her head on her the older singer's shoulder, sniffling quietly.

"What's going to happen to us?" Emily whispered.

"Nothing. We're gonna be fine sweetie. Amy will get here soon and kick his ass."

Emily giggled softly, relaxing slightly. Aubrey silently prayed for it to be true, desperate to get off this damned boat and find her friends. She knew them better than most, Chloe especially, and she knew how hard they'd be finding this. The feelings they hid for each other were certainly not going to help the situation.

"We're gonna be just fine." She whispered, half reassuring herself as well as the young Bella.