First of all, I want to says sorry for not updating for like an entire year. School.. work..school and work again was really tough this year. But we are back in track so don't worry :)

Second and most importantly, I would like to say my HUGE thank you to my amazing beta: bluewasabi24, for sticking with me, and encouraging me the entire time. Thank you for bearing with my craziness :D hehehe

And without further ado, let's get back to the story :)

Kommissar lead her to an Italian place about a block away from the plaza. Figures.

It wasn't a cheesy, romantic, candle lit kinda place you'd see on TV or movies, but it still had a subtle "Kiss the girl!" kinda vibe to it. It was a cute little place. Just a little hole-in-the-wall. They were seated outside, right in front of the restaurant. Normally, Beca would complain about choking down this natural, unfiltered air, but, really, it felt great to be outside on this late, summer night.

They were still looking at the menu. Beca already knew what she wanted. She always got the same thing from any Italian place she went to, but Kommissar looked like she was still considering some items so she pretended to peruse a little further. A few minutes later, a waitress came by; a cute little thing who looked like she knew how to work with what she's got. Someone most guys would stop and do a double take for.

"What can I get started for you two?" she asked.

"Hm... I am not sure yet... Beca, why don't you start," Kommissar said, eyes still glued to the menu. The waitress perked up a bit at the sound of Kommissar's accent, something that didn't sit very well with Beca.

"I'll have the Linguini with Clam Sauce, please."

The waitress quickly jotted down her order. "And for you, sugar?" she said to Kommissar.

"Hmm... perhaps I shall get the pasta bolognese."

"Mmm... excellent choice," the waitress purred as she jotted down her order. "And for drinks?"

Kommissar looked up. "Beca?"

"Um, just a Coke, please."

Kommissar looked up at the waitress. "What do you have on tap?"

"Corona, Blue Moon, Guinness, Bud Light, Miller Light, Shock Top, and Angry Orchard. I recommend the latter if you're looking for something... sweeter than the usual."

"Bitch, Imma cut you," thought Beca as she sulked in her chair.

"I think I'll have a Guinness, actually. Thank you."

"Anything for you, sugar. I'll be back with your drinks and some bread." She left with a wink.

Kommissar glanced back at Beca and frowned a bit. "What is wrong?"

"Nothing."

"You're a horrible liar, you know. Something is wrong. What is wrong."

"Nothing! Oh my goodness I'm fine."

The waitress came back with the drinks and bread just as promised. "Let me know if you need anything, 'kay?" she said as she brushed her hand against the German's. Beca huffed quietly in her seat. Kommissar smirked knowingly.

"You are jealous."

Beca puffed up. "No I'm not."

"But you are. The Maus is upset that someone else is giving me their attention."

Beca threw up her hands in defeat. "Okay fine! I'm a little bit jealous, okay? Really, I shouldn't be 'cause you're fucking gorgeous and stunning and you have hair that's so lush and golden like a field of wheat and anyone with eyes can see that and I'm not surprised that someone is trying to get your attention because let's be honest everyone wants a piece of that booty and oh my god Beca just shut up." She crossed her arms over her chest and pouted, looking out to the street to avoid Kommissar's eyes.

Kommissar laughed. Like a true, raw, out loud laugh. Beca couldn't help the soft smile that found its way on her lips. She felt something brush against her foot. "Beca." She glanced at the German, who in turn gave her a smile. "I admit, she is an attractive woman," Beca pouted at this, "but Beca, you must understand..." she reached across the table, uncrossed Beca's arms (no really, how long are her arms?), and held her hands at the middle of the table. "I only have eyes for you, liebling. I literally told the world that I was yours."

Beca blushed at that. She might have forgotten about that... even though it was just a few minutes ago. "Yeah... right. Sorry."

"It is fine, Maus." She leaned back in her chair, but made sure she had one hand holding onto Beca's. "Wasn't there something you wanted to talk about?"

"Um... yeah," Beca looked off to the side again. Damn, she really didn't want to talk about this now, but when would she get another opportunity like this? When they're alone? She felt Kommissar brush her thumb across her knuckles, almost as if she knew she was fighting herself over something.

"How was your day?"

"Sorry what?"

The German smiled. "How was your day?"

"Um... it was fine, I guess. A little hectic, but fine."

"What have you been up to? Before you met up with us, of course."

Beca smirked. "Don't you already know that? With your not-so-sneaky spy?"

Kommissar cursed. "I told him to be discrete... "

"Yes, a man wearing all black, hiding in the bushes, and giggling into his phone is very discrete."

"Hm. Yes. Well... Maybe not my best decision to send him."

Beca laughed. "What have you guys been up to?"

She hummed. "Not much. We are still recovering from our jet lag, so I let DSM have their fun yesterday. Pieter and I just stayed in the hotel for the most part."

"You don't hang out with the rest of DSM?"

"Nein. We are not as... ah... close as you and your Bellas are. They think I am a... what is the word... a dictator."

Beca laughed again. "I'm not surprised. You're very dedicated to a cappella. How did you get into a cappella in the first place? You seem like someone who would be a CEO or a bioengineer or something."

"Who says I do a cappella full time?"

"Um..." Well, that caught her off guard. "I just assumed..."

"You shouldn't assume things, you know."

"Yeah," Beca said sheepishly, "I got that now."

Kommissar smiled at her reassuringly. "Don't worry about it. If you must know, I do do a cappella full time, but I'm trained to be a personal trainer. Pieter was the one who got me into a cappella in the first place. I was looking for a new workout and DSM needed to get into shape."

"How did Pieter find you?"

"We have been friends ever since we were children. When DSM's trainer resigned, he called me right away. Their trainer must have been terrible because they were horribly out of shape when I got there. I fixed that quickly," she said smugly.

"Wow you're really into physical fitness, huh?"

"Of course. Your body is a temple, and you should treat it as such."

"No wonder your muscles are so lickable."

Kommissar raised an eyebrow. "Lickable?"

Beca blinked. "I totally didn't say that, did I?"

"Ja, you did," she smirked in reply.

"Anyways," Beca continued, a light pink coloring her cheeks, "Does this mean you're gonna work the Bellas, too?"

"Not unless they need it. I'm sure they can keep up with DSM's pace."

"Have you seen Fat Amy?"

Kommissar frowned at this. "Are they not fit as you are?"

"Pfft, dude I'm anything but fit."

She nodded slowly. "Well..." she smirked mischievously, "I guess I'll have to fix that."

"Oh geez here we go. Let me warn you now that they don't do cardio."

"Cardio is the base of a good workout routine."

"Don't put them down for cardio."

"They will run."

Beca threw her hands up in defeat. "I mean, you can try. I bid you the best of luck."

"I don't need luck."

Beca laughed. "Suit yourself."

Kommissar hummed and squeezed her hand gently. "Are you ready to talk now?"

Beca smiled a little. So that's what it was. "Yeah, I think I am. Thanks for that." She collected her thoughts before continuing. "I guess... I guess I should start at the beginning." And she did. She recounted the final days of her and Jessie's relationship, the revelation her and Chloe came to when planning for the redecorating, and where she stood now. Kommissar behaved herself the whole time, keeping quiet and nodding in acknowledgement when prompted. When Beca finished, the German smiled reassuringly at her. Beca fidgeted as she let her take in the information.

Finally, after a few beats of silence, she spoke. "Is this why you were so upset at the meeting? Because of what had happened?"

Beca winced. "Yeah... and just all those rumors and such and I was just so confused about everything. I'm sorry for treating you like that."

Kommissar nodded. "And it wasn't you who said those things in the email?"

She blanched a little. "No. What did Jessie say? He didn't say anything incredibly rude did he? I mean, if he did-"

"Maus," she squeezed her hand again, "It doesn't matter. What matters is that you didn't say those things. I had a feeling, but I wasn't sure until now. I am glad you told me this." She paused. "Beca, you know that I-"

"Here you go!"

The waitress thought it was the perfect time to serve their food now, forcing them to separate their hands in order to make way for the food. She made sure that everything was in order, complete with a complimentary side of "Do you need anything else, hun?" and an extra "Don't be afraid to ask me for some... extra services" much to Beca's annoyance. Kommissar definitely noticed, if her frequent glances were anything to go by.

When she finally left, a heavy pout was set on Beca's face. "I really don't like her."

The German couldn't help but laugh. "I know you don't." Beca pouted more and started eating her pasta somewhat angrily. Kommissar frowned and took Beca's free hand in hers. "I didn't finish my thought." She waited until Beca stopped pouting and gave her her attention. "Beca, I care do about you." Beca flushed at this. "This situation we find ourselves in may be... odd, but no matter what, know that I do care for you." Beca merely nodded, not knowing what to say.

They resumed their meal in (somewhat) comfortable silence. When they finished, the waitress cleaned up their dishes and left the check. Kommissar snatched it while Beca rummaged through her purse. "Hey!" Beca said when she noticed the check was taken. "Dude I got it."

"No. My treat." She slipped her card in the pocket and closed it. She made sure it was just out of reach from Beca.

"Dude that's so unfair," Beca whined as she tried to reach it.

She laughed. "Tough." She handed the check to the waitress when she passed by. The waitress was quick to return and left the book with a wink. When Kommissar opened it to sign the receipt, her eyebrows shot up.

"What happened?" Beca stood up and peered at the check. There was something scribbled on the top of the check.

Hey gorgeous,
When you get bored of Ms. Boring, let me know
I'll show you what it's like to party in the USA ;)
XXX-XXX-XXXX

"Nope!" Beca took Kommissar's hand and dragged her away from the restaurant. "We're done here."

Kommissar laughed. "I didn't sign the receipt yet!"

"Too bad! We're done here! Done I say!"

"We've been doing the clean up for days now, and it's finally over," said Beca by hopping down on the big sofa in the room. They finished with the place. Everything was so fresh and good looking, because of the championship, the girls are staying at her place.

Beca was feeling nervous. She had a bad feeling about this riff off. Sure, they practiced a lot with DSM the previous night, but she couldn't shake off this feeling of dread.

"Now we should get ready for the Riff-Off," said Amy, "We meet the Germans at the bar right?"

"Yeah, the party doesn't start until 8 so we have some time to chat and have some smoothies," answered Chole.

"Who would else is gonna be there anyway?" asked Cynthia.

"Well according to my internet resources," said Chloe, "It's just us and The Revengers. It's a one-on-one riff off match. The audience will choose the winner by their voice."

"Ugh, why?!" asked Amy.

"Something is up," said Aubrey "A riff-off isn't normally held by these terms. Like, more than two groups should be there. And what's with the audience choosing the winner? They can easily be manipulated."

"Hmm... are you suggesting they're planning something?" asked Jessica.

"Well, you never know. They can just ask all of their fans to be there and vote against us!" said Aubrey.

"Let's just get ready and found out what they really want," said Beca getting up from her place.

They arrived at the beach at where The Sweet Effect Music Bar was located. Outside the bar was a huge line waiting to get inside. They were many food trucks selling cool cocktails and fine dishes. Local dive bars peppered the boardwalk, drawing in customers with pumping music and endless walls of alcohol. . The color lighting from a nearby hotel splashed along the walls, creating a soothing atmosphere.. making the light of the Bar stand out from the others. People were moving slowly inside the bar, the Bellas followed the crowd.

They entered the Bar.

"Wow! So colorful, and yummy looking." said Chloe.

The whole bar looked like a bowl of fruit. The place was huge, sporting a whimsical tropical theme: fruits shaped lamps, palm trees, tables shaped like apples, oranges, kiwis, pears, with leaves serving as chairs. The bar was with a podium in the back. Since Kommissar and Pieter were nowhere in sight, the girls went to the bar to order some smoothies.

"Delicious," said Amy.

"I knew you would like it. It's a strawberry smoothie," Chloe laughed, "You love strawberries."

"I love the fruit salad. The mangos are especially tasty," said Beca.

"Wow, we totally need more of this!" said Emily, sipping her banana smoothie. "This is wonderful!"

"I see you are finally eating something healthy. Good! Although you guys need to work harder to get into shape," Kommissar laughed, coming up to their table.

"Excuse you?" choked Chloe.

"Yeah, what do you mean by that? None of your teammates can do a triple back flip like I can," Flo stated proudly.

"You forget that we don't need to do such things to entertain the audience," Kommissar responded with smirk.

"Okay, now that's it!" yelled Aubrey, getting up from her seat, "We have a riff-off to focus on! There is no time to waste our energy on pity arguments!"

"Yeah, we should get going," Chloe suggested.

They left the table and headed towards the stage. The Revengers were already there talking with the reporters.

"Ugh, they there are, with an evil looking woman," said Amy.

"Oh no! That's Blair Strupka!" squealed Chloe.

"Who?" the others asked in chorus.

"Blair is a journalist. A sneaky, underhanded bitch," responded Cynthia.

"So what's new?" asked Beca. "We handled many of those kind of people before." Said Beca confidently.

"Yeah, but no one's as trashy as her." said Aubrey. She looked at Kommissar and Beca. "You two have to be really careful! One wrong move and we'll be in immense trouble."

"I agree," followed Stacie, "You two have to be really close. Make it sexy." she winked.

"I shall do my best," replied Kommissar. She grabbed Beca's hand as they walked the stage. "Let's kick their ass."

The Revengers were already on stage. Kim grabbed the microphone and looked out to the crowd.

"Welcome everybody! I hope we give an exciting, and interesting show." At that word she looked at Beca intensely. The Bellas looked at Beca.

"She is so up to something!" whispered Chloe to Beca.

"Special thanks to Blair Strupka for coming to see this performance. I'm sure we make your time worth it." She continued. "You, my dear crowd will be deciding the winner tonight! Each round has two songs! The audience will score the performance with clapping, whistling or however you feel like. There is a sound meter on the left side: it shows from 0-10 how much you liked the performance. The team with the most points wins!"

"This is going to be troublesome," whispered Cynthia.

"Just as I expected," stated Aubrey, glancing Blair's way.

"Do you think we need backup for this? This place is full of their fans!" whispered Emily.

"I tweeted out that we are going to be here. Even if we call the girls from Barden they might not have enough time to get here!" replied Chloe.

"Emily! Get as many people here as you can!" cheered Aubrey. "Just keep singing but stay behind us while texting the others. We're gonna win this girls!"

"Got it!" replied Emily.

"Let's kick their butt! Woo!" yelled Amy.

"So let's see our first category!" Kim announced.

A large projection showed up on the back wall and all the categories started to spin. It landed on "'I wanna have you' songs".

Kim smirked. "This is just perfect," she thought.

She immediately jumped in the middle of the stage with her group and started to sing.

~Hey, hey, you, you ~

~ I don't like your girlfriend ~ Kim started and pointed to Beca.

~I think you need a new one~ she sang and winked to Beca she moved her hips from side to side.

~Hey, hey, You, You~ the chorus sang.

~I could be your girlfriend~While singing she moved towards Beca looking at her.

~You're so fine~

~I want you mine~

~You're so addictive~ She was about a few feets now from them. The audience kept whistling and fans were screaming until the sound meter reached "7".

Beca froze. The Bellas froze. Every one of them was just standing there staring at Kim. She was just about to reach Beca. The crowd screamed, and the meter reached 8 points.

That was when Kommissar had enough. She looked at Pieter and whispered something to him. Pieter smirked.

Kommissar lunged forward, making Kim stop in the middle of her song. Kommissar started to sing as Pieter gave the info to the others.

~ Etta, Etta, Etta, Etta, Etta, Etta, aye ~ Kommissar sang, moving herself on the stage. Kim looked at her questioningly, but backed away. The Bellas slowly followed the chorus with Pieter.

~I, I feel like I'm losing my mind, mind~

~She crept into your life, life ~ Kommissar pointed at Kim.

~And cut me up like a knife, knife, yeah~ She pulled her hand over her neck.

~Hey hey, few things that I wanna say, ay~

~Still got my dignity, ay~

~No one'll love you like me, e~ at this point she turned fully to Beca.

~My way, remember screaming my name, ame~ She grabbed Beca by the waist and pulled her towards herself.

~'Cause I can sex your brain, ain~ She said it to her ear.

~But she don't do it that way, ay, no~ sang the Bellas and the DSM members were making extra dubstep noises.

~She can love you good, but I can love you better-etter-~

~etter-etter-etter-etter, ay~ sang the chorus.

~She can love you good, but I can love you better~

~I can fuck you better, baby!~ Kommissar sang as she slapped her own ass.

Beca was speechless; she couldn't move. She felt hotter and hotter by the second.

Kim looked utterly mad. The audience gone crazy. The meter reached the maximum 10 points. "Damn it! This is getting out of hand." You might win this round but it's not over! Let's see the next category." She said looking at the screen.

The "Fight songs" category was the next.

Chloe and Aubrey stepped right up for this.

~This is my fight song~

~Take back my life song~

~Prove I'm alright song~

~My power's turned on~ Joined in Beca with the others.

~Starting right now I'll be strong~

~I'll play my fight song~

~And I don't really care if nobody else believes~

~'Cause I've still got a lot of fight left in me~

The song had a deep meaning for the girls, so the vibe in the place was really soothing and encouraging. Not surprised they hit 8 point on the meter.

It was The Revengers turn.

~Anything that's worth having~

~Is sure enough, worth fighting for~

~Quitting's out of the question~

~When it gets tough~

~Gotta fight some more~

~We've gotta fight, fight, fight, fight~

~Fight for this love~

"Wow look at miss hottie paints! She looks really confident" said Amy.

"You are right" agreed Chloe. "She sure has the power to get attention".

"Is it just me, or she looks crazily determined?" Pointed out Jessica.

"She looks frightening!" Yelped Emily.

The crowd was spellbound by the intense choreography, that The Revengers got themselves also 8 point!

The screen turned now to the "See ya later songs" category.

"We have to win this" thought Kim. "Everyone's ready now? Let's do this!" She shouted.

~this is your goodbye goodbye song~ She started.

~la la la la la~ sang the chorus.

~So what am I to do?~

~I'm up to here with you~ Kim pointed at Beca and mischievously winked at her.

~I can't believe you threw it all away~

~So ima put ya shit out on the lawn~ She eyed at Kommissar.

~leave my heart and take your bone~

~There's nothing left to say so long~

~this is your goodbye goodbye song~

The crowd cheered. The Revengers got 7 points.

"Well that was pretty intimidating" stated Chloe.

"I know right! I just want to go right there, grab them and kiss her off the stage" Amy said angrily.

"I need to pull myself together!" Beca thought. She was still dizzy of what just happened a few songs ago.

"Okay everyone...we have to make the crowd scream!" she yelled.

"What if we sing the bitch song? The one you sang a few months ago in an interview against the man who owned the show?" suggested Amy.

"Oh THAT will be goooood." agreed Chloe, looking evilly at the other team.

"Okay guys gets ready for this. Let's show them how we do this!' yelled Amy, and they started the song, slowly moving towards The Revengers.

~Move bitch, get out the way~

~Get out the way bitch, get out the way~ Beca started motioning at Kim.

~Get out the way bitch, get out the way~ sang the Bellas.

~Oh no! The fight's out~ started Pieter and Kommissar.

~I'ma 'bout to punch yo, lights out~

~Get the fuck back, guard ya grill~ Kommissar moved next to Beca, punching towards Kim.

~There's something' wrong, we can't stay still~ sang the chorus.

~Move bitch, get out the way~

~Get out the way bitch, get out the way~ sang everybody.

The crowd went crazy. Everybody was clapping and singing the song. The meter reached at 9. Clearly the show was taken over by the Bellas.

"Oh yeah bitches you just got whooped!" yelled Amy.

"Yes! We won!" Chloe cheered loudly.

"I told you guys that hard work pays off." stated Aubrey happily. "The champions are going to be harder, so prepare for extreme training starting tomorrow!"

"What? No way! At least we should call tomorrow off. Some of us are going to let go of ourselves tonight." winked Stace.

"Just tonight?" asked Cynthia with a laugh.

Kommissar gave a victorious smirk towards Kim, looked around on the cheering crowd and finally glanced down at the Bella next to her. Remembering the image they needed to keep up for the media, she moved her hand under Beca's chin and she slowly started to lean in. She didn't think she would kiss her right there on stage but that was a perfect moment to prove their love to the audience.

Beca felt a soft and warm hand touching her chin, turning her face. She looked up in surprise at Kommissar. She was stunned at the very moment they eyes made contact. Those eyes... those beautiful eyes were looking at her ... on the middle of the stage in front of the audience.. She was pulling her closer... and closer, she could see that winning smirk on Kommissar's face. Her body immediately was on fire, like she had fever. Her body was trembling, and slowly she started to freak out, when a loud noise interrupted them.

Everyone looked at the source of the noise. It came from Kim who hit the speakers in anger.

Beca felt hotter by every second, her flight-or-fight instincts kicked in, and she panicked. She pushed Kommissar away from her. Kommissar was stunned for a second, she looked at her with questioning eyes.

Unfortunately for Beca, it wasn't just Kommissar who was looking at her in surprise. A low, reverberating "ooooooh" came from the audience as they witnessed the brief interaction between the supposed lovebirds. Beca flushed, immediately realizing her mistake. See this, the Bellas were quick to do damage control, moving up stage to hype the crowd and discreetly pushing the two leaders towards the back.

"What is happening to me?" Beca felt her body was on fire, she couldn't handle the situation.

She didn't really care about the cheering voices and the clapping they received, all she was concentrating on was to ran down from the podium. She heard the others are calling her name, but she didn't care. She wanted to get as far as possible from Kommissar, and she didn't want to deal with the paparazzi. She knew that after that scene she will be... No! The whole team will be questioned and they might lose the chance to compete at the championship.

She quickly disappeared in the crowd so no one can follow her. She didn't know where she was going. She just wanted to get as far as possible from everyone.

"Damn it!" Kim sneered and reached the side of the bar and turned to her teammates. "Ugh!" she said and hit the wall with her wrist. "Even after we bought one of the workers to know what categories will be up, we still lost!" she thought.

"Boss, there is no way we will win this championship like this!"

"Yeah! They are too tight."

"No worries! If we can't win in the fair way, there's always the dirty way," said Kim with a mischievous smirk.

"But we already started dirty. You want to rip them apart."

"Oh I will! Just need to change some things in the plan!" She thought for a few seconds and continued. "We have to get Beca alone."

"But how? The Bellas are always by her side."

"She is running down from stage! Something must have happened, everyone is in shock."

"Hmm, this is interesting. I will follow her for now. I am curious what could make the little Bella run away like that," she said with a vicious smile. "By the time I get back, I want some things done." She moved forward, but stopped for a sec and turned back to her team: "You know what they say: the enemy of my enemy is my friend. Let's pay a visit to someone that knows the Beca really well. This will be interesting," she smiled. "Now let's prepare, we need to do this asap! Meet me later, but don't call ! I might be busy," she winked. And with that she went after Beca.