Hey, just wanted to pop in, this is aca-bechloe47. I took over this story from Kendrick97. So the first few chapter will be the ones that Kendrick97 originally wrote. I've left everyhting roughly the same, however i did do some minor changes. So i'll post all the existing chapters now. Thanks for reading :)

-Aca-bechloe47

A/N Pitch Perfect Au. Trial Chapter. Let me know what you think.

Chapter 1: A New Assignment

Everyone in this business dreaded the day they would receive that visit. No one ever knew if or when it would happen but when it did, your entire world was flipped upside down. How does one move on from something like that? It's like your whole world stops the second you open that front door and see two people standing, in full dress blues at your front door. You've never seen them before, but you already know exactly why they're there. Your brain might not accept it at first but in your heart of hearts you know. You know.

To those in the Army, they're known as the Messengers. No one wants to be them but those that are take it with the upmost respect and reverence. Many would argue that being a Messenger is the hardest job in the United States Army.

Living on Base is also incredibly difficult because you can't not see them coming. Your heart stops as you wait to see which house they will walk up to, and secretly you're praying it's not yours.

The reactions from each visit varies, but the Messenger's have one rule, you do not touch the N.O.K under any circumstances. It may seem heartless to some but it's just to protect all those involved.

Even though everyone knows the saying, don't kill the messenger, it's hard to not blame them. To wish they had made a mistake, that they had gone to the wrong address, or read the name wrong. It was easy to wish that it was all just one massive screwup, but in the end it never was. When the Messengers were at your door, they were there for you.

xxxMessengersxxx

"Staff Sargent Beca Mitchell reporting for duty, sir." The small but stern looking soldier introduced herself with a swift solute to her commanding officer.

"Take a seat, Sargent." The man commanded and Beca followed suit. She sat stone faced and waited for the Colonel to explain why she was there.

He didn't say anything or even look up from his pile of paper for at least a solid 5 minutes. She looked down at the watch on her left wrist and couldn't help but wonder how long they were going to be sitting in there.

"Do you have somewhere to be Staff Sargent?" Colonel Luke Sayvill asked, looking up to the young brunette for the first time.

"No sir," Beca says automatically.

"How is your recovery going?" Colonel Sayvill asked.

"It's going well, sir." Beca kept her response short, not really wanting to talk about it.

"Do you know why you're here?" he asked as he closed the folder on his desk.

"Yes, sir." She sharply nodded.

"So you know that since you have 5 more months before your mandatory service is up we are here to talk about what your new post will be." Sayvill watched Beca closely. It was no secret to him that she wanted to go back overseas, to be with her team. The incident that landed Mitchell in a German hospital for 3 months had halted her ability to go back out into the field. Still recovering from the burn wounds on her back and thigh, as well as the bullet wounds to her shoulder, lower abdomen, and right ankle kept her from being able to be sent back. However, she refused to allow them to discharge her early. She explained that she promised 6 years and she was going to fulfill them. "The decision has been made to put you in The Casualty Notification Unit."

Beca felt her heart fall into her stomach. She was going to be a Messenger? "Sir…"

"Mitchell, we need you. It's not an ideal position for a combat soldier but I have no doubt that you will fulfil this duty with the upmost reverence and respect." Sayvill countered before Beca could ask for permission to protest. He could see the displeasure on the hero's face. "Look, I know this won't be easy but it's either this or we give you your honorable discharge. Your choice."

This was new. In the United States Army there was very rarely moments when your commanding officer gave you a choice. Beca didn't quite know what to do with this.

"Sir, if I may?" Beca stopped and waited for his permission.

"Yes or no?" He asked not bothering to hear her out. This wasn't that surprising to Beca.

She thought for a moment. She knew how hard the job of a Messenger was. The thought of having to be the person to tell someone there son or daughter had been killed.. Jesus Christ, how could she do that for six months? But what would she do if she was discharged? The only option she had was to move back in with her dad and she sure as hell wasn't doing that…

"Yes." Beca finally answered. Colonel Sayvill didn't say anything but Beca could tell that he was pleased with her answer.

"You will be working with Captain C.R. Adams." He explained.

Beca knew of Adams. She had been overseas with her during Beca's first tour. She didn't know the Captain well but knew that she was an exceptional officer.

"Here is a pager, keep it on your person at all times." He explained. "Until then go home, study this." he threw a black binder on the table. "And Adams will be in contact with you."

"Thank you, sir." Beca took the binder.

"You're dismissed Sargent." They both stood and saluted each other before Beca made her way out of the office, limping.

Beca got to her beat up old car and headed for her small one-bedroom house on the base. Most singles didn't have houses on base but due to the injuries Beca sustained they allowed her to have a place there.

Throwing her keys on the kitchen counter, she made her way over and pulled a beer out of the fridge. She settled in the small living room and checked the answering machine for her landline phone. She saw a big red two displayed on the screen so she pushed the play button and sat back.

"Hey Becs, it's your old man just calling to check on you. Sheila and I would love to have you over for dinner whenever you're free. I know you had a visit with your CO today, give me a call back and let me know how it went. Love you, kiddo."

Beca couldn't help but scoff at his message. Her dad hated the fact that she joined the Army right out of High School. He told her that she was just throwing her life away and that she could help people in the states without getting shot at. Beca told him there was so much more to it than that. He never understood and he all but threw it in her face when she returned to Georgia from the hospital in Germany.

Beca pushed a button on the phone and heard the distinct. "Message deleted. Next message."

"Mitchell, hey. I heard you were back on Base. How are you doing? Listen, some of the guys are headed over to the bar for some drinks tonight, you should join us. By the way this is Jesse in case you forgot about me while kicking ass. Hope to hear from you soon."

Jesse Swanson. Jesse was Beca's best friend all through basic training, and their first tours in Iraq. He was a medic and after serving his first tour they assigned him to the Clinic just off base. He had been there ever since. Beca however had gone back over three more times since then. She should still be over there…"

Just then the phone began to ring again. Beca looked at the caller ID and saw that it was Warren Mitchell, her father.

Deciding she didn't have enough energy to deal with her father she set her beer down and opened the binder Sayvill had given her.

"Jesus, this is a lot of words…" Beca mumbled to herself as she saw the pages that had to have at least point 8 size font….

Suddenly having no motivation, Beca closed the binder and threw it to the other side of the couch. She decided that she would go to the bar with Jesse and the other medics after all.

Xxxmessengersxxx

"Shit, they assigned you to Messenger duty?" Jesse gaped at the news that Beca had just shared with him.

"Yeah, Sayvill said that he was sure I would 'fulfill this duty with the upmost reverence and respect' or whatever… Yeah how could you not? You're going to people and delivering the worst news they will ever receive." Beca explained as she took another drink of her beer.

"Damn, I don't know what to say." Jesse looked over to his friend. She had been through hell and back these last few years and the fact that they were forcing her to end her service by delivering that crushing blow, it just seemed cold.

"Do my eye deceive me or is that Staff Sargent Beca Mitchell?" Someone from behind Beca asked.

The young brunette turned around to find the source of the voice and smiled brightly.

"Hey," Beca smiles as she goes over to greet the stranger. "Long time no see Dr. Conrad."

Dr. Conrad was beautiful, like super model beautiful. She was all legs, boobs, and brains. She's by far the smartest person Beca has ever known.

"We've been over this, you're supposed to call me Stacie." The Doctor replied as she pulled an unwilling Beca into a tight hug. Beca winced at the pain but it seemed to go unnoticed to the taller brunette, however it did not go unnoticed by Jesse.

Finally, Stacie released her and the doctor went around and said her hello's to everyone, while Beca tried to steady herself and breathe through the pain.

"You okay?" Jesse asked in a hushed voice, trying not to draw attention to them.

"I'm fine." Beca lied. She was worried that she might have pulled her stitches or something.

"Do you want me to take a look? Or Stacie?" Jesse asked, concern written all over his face.

"Jess, I'm fine." Beca reiterated with a much more convincing tone this time. "I'm just sore. That happens when you get shot at and blown up."

Beca put the conversation to an end by walking back over to the bar to get another beer. She didn't notice that Jesse was carefully watching her every move. She was pushing herself way too much and he was worried about it.

"Hey, can I get another one?" Beca asked as she got the bar tenders attention.

"Sure thing." He said before walking away.

As Beca was waiting Jesse came up to her side. "You're bleeding, Mitchell."

Beca looked down to see the blood starting to seep through her shirt. "Shit." She muttered under her breath.

"Come on, let's go clean you up before it get's worse." Jesse started to more towards the exit but Beca stopped him.

"Just have Stacie meet me in the women's bathroom." She said as she made her way in the opposite direction.

Once she knew she was alone in the bathroom she lifted her shirt to revile the mess that was her body. The war sure had taken a toll on her physically, and mentally but she sure as hell didn't talk about that.

"Fuck." Beca muttered as she saw where the bleeding was coming from.

Just then the door opened and assuming it was Stacie Beca didn't even bother to hide her injuries.

"Stace, this is a fucking mess…" Beca began, but stopped when she turned around to see that it was not Stacie after all. She was tall, blonde, and had the resting bitch face mastered. Beca quickly pulled her shirt down to cover up what the woman had certainly already seen.

"Are you okay?" She asked Beca, seeming to be genuinely concerned.

"Fine, sorry about that." Beca says. "I was expecting one of my friends."

"I caught as much." The blonde replied and then pointed out. "You're bleeding."

Thanks Captain obvious… Beca thought to herself. But before she could reply the door opened again and in walked Stacie.

"Shit, Mitchell. You should have told me how bad it was." Stacie walked through completely ignoring the blonde that was still standing there, staring down at Beca. "I mean I know you got shot but Jesus…"

"Conrad!" Beca snapped. She didn't want to go around parading the fact that she failed at her job. She didn't need her friends doing it either. "Can you just shut up and look at this?"

"Yeah, of course B." Stacie had put a small medical bag on the counter that she had retrieved from her car and opened it. "Can you lift your shirt?"

Beca did as she was asked but felt rather uncomfortable as the blonde just stood and watched. Beca wanted to snap at her, tell her to get out or go into a stall or something. But she couldn't, she didn't.

Stacie cursed under her breath as she removed the gauze from the offending wound. Beca's also certain she heard Stacie ask. "What the hell happened to you?" But wasn't sure because of all the noise in her head.

After a few moments, Stacie was able to stop the bleeding, clean her up, and put on a fresh set of gauzes.

Beca pulled down her shirt and frowned at the blood stain.

"Beca, you should probably head home. Do you want me to take you back to base?" Stacie asked. If the Doctor had noticed the blonde, she didn't show any signs of that, but finally Beca snapped and turned on the stranger.

"Did you enjoy the show?" Beca asked harshly. "Why are you still standing there?"

"Beca! This is Aubrey Posen, she's in training at the clinic, I thought it would be good to see this." Stacie explained. "There's no need to be bitchy about it. I'm sorry, I thought she would have introduced herself or something."

Stacie looked at Aubrey for the first time and gave her a questioning look.

"Oh, so now I'm just your own personal show and tell?" Beca snapped at her friend.

"Mitchell, chill out. That's not what I said." Stacie said with a laugh. "I asked her to come in here to make sure you were okay, while I went out to get my bag. I didn't know what was going on so I wanted to make sure I wouldn't find you passed out on the floor by the time I got in here."

Beca knew she had been overreaching. This whole thing was just difficult for her. She already felt like she was being gawked at, she didn't want it from her friends too.

"Shit, I'm sorry." Beca looked over to Aubrey. "I'm sorry, really. I didn't know."

Aubrey just shrugged her shoulders. "So how did it happen?"

Beca looked down at the floor, she hated this question. "I don't talk about it."

"Whatever." Aubrey said.

"Hey, you can head back out and enjoy the rest of your night." Stacie informed the blonde.

Without a word she was out of the bathroom and it was just Stacie and Beca.

"Beca?" Stacie asked to get the shorter girls attention. Beca finally looked up and Stacie could see the pain in her eyes. This wasn't physical, this was emotional pain. "Do you want me to take you home?"

"Yeah." Beca nodded. Jesse had picked her up at her place so she didn't have a car here and she knew that Jesse would want to stay longer so she gratefully accepted the ride.

As they pulled up to Beca's small house, more like shed, Stacie turned to Beca. "look, if you ever need to talk…"

"I'm fine, honestly." Beca interrupted. "It's just been a long ass day, that's all." Beca tried to explain but Stacie couldn't help but wonder who Beca was really trying to convince.

"If you say so." Stacie backed off. "See you later."

"Bye Doc." Beca sent her friend a smile before exiting the car and walking into the house.

(Sorry i know Chloe wasn't in this chapter but she will in the next one don't worry. So if you want to see Chloe and Beca interact make sure you review.)