A/N: I know it's been a while, and I know you've sent in prompts. I have a list and I've written a page for the next prompt on the list, but I got stuck and I couldn't finish, so instead of leaving you all hanging, I wrote something inspired by my newest obsession.

If you watch Rizzoli & Isles, then you understand Beca's struggle. And maybe you've seen the similarities. Also, mild spoilers for 3X07 and 4X04.

Disclaimer: I own neither Pitch Perfect and its characters, nor Rizzoli & Isles and its characters.

They hear Beca way before they see her.

They also hear the TV so nobody's in any rush to save anyone from a crazed axe murderer. Or Fat Amy.

"GOD DAMN IT, RIZZOLI, WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS?! GET YOUR HEAD OUT OF YOUR ASS ALREADY!"

The tiny, livid DJ is throwing things at the TV when they finally step into the living area.

Stacie rolls her eyes and plops down beside Beca, easily transferring the popcorn bowl into her own lap and munching, voice amused.

"I still can't believe you're so into cop shows."

Beca's still upset and scowling at the going-ons on screen, and pouting petulantly when she answers, "well, not for long if Jane's gonna keep being so oblivious."

Stacie exchanges an exasperated look with CR and Amy as they walk in to hear Beca's statement and catch the show she's talking about, Amy not at all subtle when she pointedly comments, "Yeah, Jane is really oblivious…"

As expected, Beca doesn't catch on, or even notice the heavy sigh from CR. She only notes Stacie dramatically falling back on the couch because it dislodges the popcorn bowl.

She's getting agitated again and throwing handfuls of popcorn when Chloe walks in from the kitchen, bottle of water in hand and an amused smile on her face at Beca's antics. She doesn't notice CR, Stacie, or Amy sit up straighter and eye her and Beca with interest.

Standing behind the couch and bending down to kiss Beca's head, Chloe muses, "this again, Becs?"

Neither Beca nor Chloe notice Stacie smiling softly because Beca relaxed under the effects of the kiss, fingers loosening around the popcorn she was about to throw again.

Her voice, however, was still agitated but at least it sounded more playful this time.

"Yes, this again! I can't believe her! Maura is going to go to jail! Jane is going to put her in jail, and she can't even offer her best friend a hug?! You know, I was patient about everything after the whole Dominic ordeal, but this is just stupid, WILL YOU FREAKING KISS HER ALREADY, JANE CLEMENTINE RIZZOLI, YOU ABSOLUTE MORON!"

"If I recall correctly, you were really against physical contact after your stint in the big house too, jailbird."

Beca drops her head back on the back of the couch to make sure her best friend catches her eye roll.

"Yeah, but I'm against physical contact always."

CR is quick to point out that so is Jane Rizzoli.

Beca sighs, mournful and sad.

"I wish I was like Jane Rizzoli. Great figure, good at my job that actually helped people, great familial relationships, and the smoking hot best friend that is so obviously head over heels in love with her-"

She stops midway through her statement to see why a pillow smacked into her, looking at CR, who has thrown herself over a struggling Fat Amy while the Australian yells about dingoes and making it look like an accident.

She's distracted enough to not notice Chloe's fingers weakening on her shoulder where they were subconsciously massaging out kinks and stress.

Stacie's thankful Beca's not as moronic as she looks when Beca's head turns to Chloe after noting the change and slight tremor in the redhead's voice, "Yeah. Who wouldn't want to be Jane Rizzoli? Excuse me, girls, I have some Russian Lit reading to catch up on. I'll see you guys for dinner. Becs, try to not smash the TV, hm?"

The brunette captain's made up her mind to go after Chloe - just as soon as she finds out what happens to Maura - when Stacie smacks her upside the head harshly and starts quietly yelling at her.

"Dammit, Beca, what is wrong with you?! You are actually going to sit here and watch this show and tell me you don't freaking see it yourself?! And what the hell was that crap about smoking hot best friends head over heels in love when you can't see it yourself- No, you know what, I don't care about winning World's anymore, I'm going to murder you."

Beca's halfway across the room already as Stacie rambles on, her eyes wide and her skin even paler than usual, then CR and Amy get up too and it doesn't look like they're going to be coming to her aid, so Beca scrambles for some kind of protection, brandishing one of their many trophies like a weapon as she gets up on a chair.

"Okay, stop you absolutely crazy women! What the hell are you on about?!"

Fat Amy roars and charges her, Beca yelping as she jumps down and runs around, CR and Stacie just stepping out of the way and hindering Beca's progress where they can.

It doesn't take long before the tiny DJ is caught and roughly pushed into an armchair, the other three women hovering menacingly over her, Stacie the unofficial boss of the impromptu gang as she crosses her arms.

"You really gonna sit there and tell me you don't see it, Rizzoli? Your very own Maura Isles, and you're too blind to notice?"

Beca's jaw was slack, eyes unfocused as she takes in Stacie's words. There is a sudden trailer in her mind, like the stuff she has to sit through with Jesse because the weirdo insists they don't miss them. There is an entire soundtrack, too, going along with the images of her and Chloe interspersed with scenes from her show.

Suddenly, she can't breathe.

She can see the apology in Stacie's eyes as CR rubs her back while Beca breathes into a paper bag, Amy's contribution being a random story about kangaroos and CPR. All Beca's thinking about though is how much of an asshole she's been to Chloe.

Chloe.

She needs to talk to Chloe.

She's bolting up and past the girls, heart still hammering and her hands are shaking and sweaty. She barely makes it up to Chloe's room without barfing, almost pulling an Aubrey and losing her lunch when she's met with an empty room. Panic sets in before she hears the music drifting down from her own attic room.

Somehow, the thought that Chloe would take refuge in her room calms Beca, and she finds that her knees stop shaking.

When she makes it up the final flight of stairs, she holds her breath and watches.

Chloe's back is to her as she browses Beca's bookshelf, softly singing to herself. To the casual observer, Chloe would seem like any other person looking for a good book, but not to Beca.

Beca can see the sadness curving her shoulders inwards, the soft melancholic lilt lacing her voice as she sings along to Etta James' "At Last."

How fitting.

How is Beca supposed to do this? What should she say, what should she do?

Obviously, her solution is to open her mouth and ramble. That never ends badly.

Her voice shakes, but her stance don't waver.

"Hello, Dr. Isles."

Chloe's posture straightens so minimally that if it weren't Beca watching her, nobody would notice. Her smile's forced and confused as she teases halfheartedly, "are you so obsessed that you're officially confusing reality with fiction? Although I suppose if you're losing it, there are worse things to be than the "smoking hot best friend."

"Chloe."

She can see it, the barely there widening of Chloe's baby blues, and the slight increase in her breathing rate.

"I see it, Chlo. I'm sorry it took me so long."

"Beca, please don't."

Beca's stubborn and doesn't listen on a good day. Why Chloe thinks today will be different, she doesn't know. She boldly steps closer until she's toe to toe with Chloe, whose eyes are brimming with tears.

It is one of the worst sights Beca's seen.

She needs to fix it.

Hands framing Chloe's face, fingers slipping easily into her hair for a soft, subconscious massage, her voice is low and reverent.

"I see you, Chloe."

Chloe's insides are liquefied, and her brain's a mess of words fighting to push through and out of her mouth. But Beca doesn't want to hear it, not right now.

Their kiss is soft and chaste, almost hesitant. But there is so much love, so many words that promise to come out at a later date.

Beca's heart breaks when she pulls back to see Chloe's tears, her eyes showing how long she's waited for this, how broken she'll be if this turns out to be a dream or something.

So she kisses her again.

More tears flow.

So Beca kisses her again.

And again.

And again.

Until Chloe's tears stop being so salty with sadness, and start shining with her happy, disbelieving giggles instead.

Downstairs, Stacie smiles softly as she shuts off the Rizzoli & Isles marathon Beca had started, while CR and Amy round up the rest of the Bellas for a seemingly random celebratory drink.