Hey Guys!

So I know it has been forever since I've done a brand new fic, but I got the inspiration for this on my drive home from work a couple weeks ago. And you know what, I've actually decided (with a little persuasion from sugarlandaddict23 and my sister) to sit down and write it. I've got a working outline going and have it tentatively mapped it out all the way to the end. I plan on making it between 8-12 chapters give or take with no real maximum length per chapter. I'll just write until I think the chapter has reached it natural conclusion...To those of you worried about my other fic "A Series of Hilarious and Cute Events" don't worry it is still my main priority and I'll have another update for it hopefully later on this week to the weekend! I just thought that I'd give this one a shot and see how you guys like it, because I'm pretty excited about it. It'll be different, this is an AU, but I still plan to use references from both the movies wherever I see fit as long as they work. I plan to make this mainly fun, funny and fluffy with a tiny side of angst/drama thrown in, so hang with me, I hope it'll be an enjoyable ride...

Now with all that being said a few little notes about this chapter before I let you get to the fun stuff. This takes place in San Francisco, why well because it seriously is one of my favorite places ever, so there's tons of potential there for fun activities...I know Rolling Stone Magazine headquarters isn't based in San Francisco, but back in the day it's where it all began (seriously look it up), and I'm just going to continue like it never left the city. I also chose it because it just happened to be in my bag on the way home when I got the inspiration, so it was like it was meant to be...Next Hyde Street Studios is an actual recording studio in San Francisco I found while researching, it has just a ton of history, so I chose to not change the name because of that...Lastly, I'm just going to be picking random songs and artists to use throughout this fic because I like them and I think Beca would've had a hand in making them in some aspect. So I really don't care if a song was written back in 1997, 2007 or 2016, so please don't hold me to dates or time frames or whatever, just go with the flow please, you'll understand. I like all kinds of music from any time period and just know I'm picking them for a reason and I'll incorporate any song if it fits. And on that note if you guys have any suggestions please feel free to let me know of any song you think might work, I'm always open to suggestions to songs you guys think I should hear!

A big shout out goes to sugarlandaddict23 for graciously being my beta, you are the best!

Ok, enough blabbing and I'll let you guys get on with the show...

Sitting quietly in front of an old wooden desk Chloe glanced around the office crammed into the back of the small Divisadero St. Deli. The workspace was meticulously put together and to her it felt kind of sterile and generic. The only thing that showed the abrupt blonde sitting across from her cared about something other than work was the neatly framed wedding picture with a date etched along the glass in slanted script. It was taken four years ago and the small group looked happy, well everyone except for a tiny brunette who obviously didn't want her picture taken, but was being yanked back into the frame by the shirt collar courtesy of the groom. It was comical and it made her smile, but as a bonus, the girl was very cute and a little eye candy never hurt anyone.

"How'd you find out about us?"

Chloe tore her eyes away from the picture to find the blonde staring at her again. After a few brief and standard interview questions they'd been sitting in complete silence while her resume was scrutinized. The intensity and tone of voice kind of gave her second thoughts about the whole interview, but she put on her best smile anyway.

"Accidently, while on my way home from work last week," Chloe answered brightly, hoping she wasn't imposing by looking at the picture, "I turned a block to early and," she let her fingers dance across the edge of the desk to prove her point, "Walked right by it."

The place was only a few blocks from her apartment and wasn't overly fancy, it was tastefully decorated and had a handful of tables and booths scattered around the large counter space with bar stools. The atmosphere was casual and had a homey feel to it, yet the place didn't remind Chloe of home and that's exactly what she's looking for. In fact San Francisco and her killer new internship didn't remind her of home either and because of that she felt like she could fit in perfectly here. She was looking to forget her old life and this city, deli and new internship might actually be the fresh start she'd been searching for.

"Did you like whatever you ordered?" Tapping the pen cap on her desk, the blonde raised an eyebrow.

"Well honestly, the one who calls herself Fat Amy," Chloe tried not to laugh, but she was told, very vehemently, by the loud Australian who pointed at her name tag, to use that name or else, "She suggested I try something called the Americano, said it would be…"

"A Thanksgiving Day feast in your mouth?" Aubrey shook her head in regret when Chloe politely nodded and smiled, "I'm sorry, she thinks putting cranberry sauce on turkey sandwiches is what the general American public wants," She and Amy have talked about this and she guesses they'll have to talk about it again, "And then she puts a guilt trip on our new customers until they try it."

Chloe couldn't help but chuckle, because that's exactly what happened. She glanced down at the blonde's name tag again to verify it said Aubrey and smiled, "But it's ok I came back a few days later and tried the baked ham and Swiss and that was great."

"I'm glad…" Returning the smile Aubrey let out a breath, Amy was good at her job, but sometimes was a little overzealous and scares people off, "Thanks for giving us another shot."

"It's no problem," Chloe replied watching Aubrey pick up her resume again.

It was while waiting for that sandwich that Chloe saw the help wanted sign and immediately inquired about the job. She'd chatted a few minutes with the friendly girl behind the counter named Jessica, and by the time she was leaving she had not only her food, but had filled out an application and emailed the owner a resume.

"So Chloe," Breaking the silence Aubrey scanned the resume one more time. Placing her pen on the paper she put two check marks next to some peculiar facts she needed clarified and looked up, "Can you tell me why someone with a master's degree in journalism from Columbia University and a job with Rolling Stone magazine wants to work here?"

"Actually," Chloe leaned across the desk and pointed to the job title, "I'm just an intern," She snapped her hand back when the blonde glared at it, "but I've already got a job offer."

Aubrey sat back and was quiet for a few seconds, she wasn't sure about this redhead, but there was something genuine, something that just screamed good people, "What's that mean?"

Clearing her throat Chloe sat up a little straighter, "Well, they plan to hire me, but company policy says I have to go through the summer internship program like everybody else."

Aubrey had read the resume in great detail last night and even Googled Chloe's name and she was surprised by what she found. The girl had won multiple awards for her work at Columbia and had single handedly started Barden University's school newspaper while getting her undergraduate degree. Chloe Beale was an impressive individual and it says a lot about someone's character and dedication when a world renowned magazine will literally wait years for one person to join their team.

However, Aubrey still needed to feel this girl out and make sure Chloe would fit in with her restaurant and the people that work here. Even though she had a sneaking suspicion that this redhead might be the sanest person out of all the questionable characters she'd hired over the past few years.

"Ok," That made perfect sense Aubrey thought with a nod, "But why not do it," she glanced down at the paper and asked, "two summers ago? It says here you took four years to obtain your master's degree, then took a year off to travel."

Chloe froze, she didn't understand why she needed to explain her personal time and she definitely didn't expect to be grilled on graduation dates and why she didn't finish a degree in the standard amount of time for a waitressing job, "I had personal family issues to deal with and Rolling Stone was perfectly happy to wait, they've been very accommodating."

"I see," The icy tone and posture told Aubrey she'd overstepped her bounds on that question. Chloe looked hurt and sad, which was a stark contrast to the bright and cheerful disposition she'd been introduced to twenty minutes ago.

"I'd rather not talk about it if you don't mind," Chloe bluntly stated staring at her hands, tying not to cry. She'd cried enough about everything already and she was tired of crying, she just wanted to move on from her family tragedies.

"I understand," Tossing her pen aside Aubrey folded her hands and rested them on the desk, "So any previous restaurant experience?"

"No, none," Chloe bit her lip, the way the blondes eyes narrowed made her think she'd already lost the job by being evasive with the previous questions, "but I volunteered at a summer camp during college."

Aubrey cracked a half smile, "And what did that teach you?"

"That if I can wrangle hormonal teenagers and childish camp counselors, then I can handle a few adults ordering food and demanding refills," Chloe's half attempt at a joke was fruitless and she slumped in her chair a little.

Why did this chick have to look so menacing, that tiny joke didn't even elicit an eyeblink. The blonde had this look that could probably cut glass and Chloe knew that if she did, by some crazy powers that be, get this job she'd do everything in her power to not piss this manager off. So in the meantime she was going to forgo her usual warnings about how she tends to get clumsy when she's nervous, because this boss was already making her nervous.

"I can see the similarities," Aubrey finally agreed, sitting up she ran through the resume one last time. Not bothering to look up she asked, "How are you with directions?"

With the way Aubrey been speaking, made Chloe wish she'd applied for that job at the second hand bookstore down the street. It seems like now she was just being asked questions out of formality, so she could easily be turned down at the end.

Shrugging, Chloe just half assed her answer and gave the attitude right back, "If you're asking if I question authority, then no I don't, a manager is a manager even if I think they're wrong."

Aubrey lifted her head at the expressionless and apathetic tone and actually laughed, because that was not what she was asking, "No I mean like directions, directions," She clarified and Chloe just continued to study her with questioning eyes, "For example if I asked you how to get to the Golden Gate Bridge would you know?"

"Oh…"

"What's your answer?"

They were a small neighborhood deli, which catered mainly to locals, but due to their proximity to some of the cities most famous attractions they did get random tourists. Since Chloe has no prior experience waiting on customers, Aubrey only hopes she can handle all the weird questions and everything that comes along with working in a restaurant, yet she doesn't think there'll be much of a problem. Chloe seems like a people person, someone who can strike up a conversation about anything and make people smile, and that's the type of person she needs working here.

"Umm," Chloe reached for her purse with shaky hands, "Just let me check my map."

"Where are you from again," Aubrey bluntly asked.

"Atlanta…" Dropping her purse to her lap Chloe gave a sigh, "Look I'm sorry for wasting your time. I just moved here two weeks ago, so I really have no idea." She was trying to keep it together, but everything was currently crashing down on her and she needed to leave. She doesn't know what she's done to offend Aubrey, so she going to make an exit now before she gets laughed at, "I'm just looking for a part time job until I get hired full time with the magazine, six months at the most," Standing she shouldered her bag, "If you ever need someone a couple nights a week and a few weekends, keep me in mind."

Aubrey was silent as the redhead turned to open the door, "Wait," She called out, the door softly clicked closed and Chloe looked over at her kind of broken, "I only asked because we get that question a lot."

"Well I don't know, I haven't been there yet," Chloe begrudgingly dropped back down in the chair when Aubrey pointed at it with authority, "This is my first time to California, I basically know how to get to work, this place, and my apartment…I've not done any exploring."

"That's ok," Sliding open a desk drawer Aubrey pulled out a new hire folder from her premade stack. Chloe at least deserved a shot, "But I'll need you to know how to get to it and other major attractions around the city by your first day of work."

Sitting up Chloe instantly brightened at the first day reference, "So I got the job?"

"Absolutely," Aubrey stated handing over the folder and a pen, "Sorry about being…standoffish and abrupt, but I've been trying to fill this position for months and have gone through about ten people."

"I thought it was a weird interview," Chloe agreed, "I think you asked stranger questions then Rolling Stone."

Aubrey gave an apologetic smile, she had control issues, she knew that, and she'd been working on it, but every once in awhile she slipped up. Opening the folder she briefly pointed at what needed to be filled out and signed, then explained to thoroughly read all company policies on the last page, "While you do all that, I'll grab you a couple shirts and then we can go over when your first day will be and any other questions you may have."

"Thank you," Chloe said standing and holding out her hand, "I can't wait."

The blonde actually smiled, like sincerely smiled, as she moved around the desk to shake Chloe's hand. The total one hundred eighty degree turn in Aubrey's attitude was unexpected, but Chloe just chalked it up to the whole manager and owner mentality.

Before opening the door and stepping out Aubrey noted the athletic shoes and GPS watch Chloe was wearing, because she had the exact same ones. She'd called so last minute this morning for the interview that she ended up telling Chloe not to worry about business attire and to come dressed in whatever she had on. So when they first met, she'd completely overlooked the emerald half zip long-sleeved athletic shirt and black running pants.

"Do you run?"

"Yes," Chloe excitedly added holding up her right hand and wiggling her wrist, "There's a half marathon the end of July I'm training for."

"Me too, I run it every year," There was something inherently nice about Chloe and Aubrey thinks, that with time, there was potential for them to be pretty good friends, "I usually do my long runs on Saturday's, I'm actually going this afternoon."

"Awesome, me too! I'm actually going after I leave here. Got any secret scenic routes I should know about?" Aubrey looked at her unusually, but Chloe just smiled and joked, "You know since I'm new around here and all."

Aubrey lightly laughed, "If you want stick around, I'll introduce you to everyone and after the lunch rush dies down we can go together."

Chloe nodded, that was very kind and she couldn't wait, "I'd like that."

"Great," Opening the door Aubrey thought of something then turned back around, "So side question, that's not related to anything, but do you like movies?"

"Yeah, of course."

"Ok, good."

"Why," Chloe asked curiously.

Aubrey shook her head with a laugh, "Because my husband's going to badger you with movie trivia, he does it to everyone." Holding up a hand she stopped the next question before it started, "I just wanted to warn you because he'll be here any minute, but he's harmless," She added making Chloe laugh, "Trust me, his best friend's five foot two and even she can beat him up."

Before the door completely shut and Chloe could reply, she heard Aubrey yell at someone named Stacie and reprimanded them about wearing their work shirt like a crop top and how hooker heels weren't allowed on the restaurant floor. Chloe laughed again, she already liked this place and these people, it feels like she can really make friends here and start her life over. She wants to forget everything about Atlanta and her family, they're gone and they're never coming back, everything that happened is all in the past now. San Francisco, Rolling Stone Magazine and the Divisadero St. Deli were going to be her new home, her new future and she couldn't wait.

"Hey Becaw," Jesse plopped down into a chair next to his best friend who didn't even look away from the soundboard she was working at, "What ya doing?"

"Not my name dude," Beca twisted a dial and pressed a few buttons before saving and queuing up the track on the playback computer. Swiveling her chair, she slammed her music composition and lyric notebooks that Jesse was snooping in shut and pointed a finger, "We've talked about this, you know I'll cut your salary if you keep calling me that."

Jesse's mouth snapped shut, but then it curved up into a grin, "Ok Becky…"

"No…"

"Yes…"

Placing a foot on his chair Beca gave it a firm push, forcing it to roll across the floor and away from her. Much to her exasperation he laughed while sliding to a stop, then stretched out and hooked his hands to the countertop and pulled himself right back into place. She groaned in annoyance when he mashed his hands down on the mixing table and began flipping random switches, zigzagging down the giant board pounding buttons, adjusting faders and finally cranked the volume. Then somehow he managed to reach across her and hit the spacebar before she could shove him away.

The song blared through the room's speakers and the old school smooth jazz track that Beca had been working on for two hours, now sounded like a freight train barreling down the railroad tracks on a collision course towards a dead end. The trumpet and saxophone were barely recognizable over the clamor of drums and bass guitar, the eclectic guitar riffs where high pitched and screaming and somehow the piano melody she'd recorded thirty minutes ago couldn't even be heard. The song sounded awful, making even Jesse cringe and playfully stick fingers in his ears instead of laugh.

Stopping the track Beca shook her head, "I swear to god, you're like the brother I never wanted."

"Good thing I'm not your brother…"

"Why are you here?"

"I saw the recording light on when I was leaving," Jesse answered spinning in his chair.

After pressing a few buttons on the blinking board Beca switched to the computer and loaded her previous save then watched all the movable slider bars and dials snap back into place. She grinned, because even Jesse's most annoying tactics couldn't beat modern technology and the beauty of a professional recording studio. After all she paid enough for every studio in the building to be upgraded to the latest high tech equipment after she bought the legendary Hyde Street Studios.

When the place was in jeopardy of being shut down, Beca had jumped on it, and so far its been the best investment she's ever made. However, she didn't totally get rid of the old equipment or change the name, she couldn't, there was too much history associated with everything here, people like Green Day, Frank Sinatra, The Grateful Dead and a whole list of others have recorded amazing albums here. Instead she refurbished and modernized the place and she loves how the old mixes so seamlessly with the new, it's the perfect combination. The whole place gives off a unique vibe and a killer positive energy and for the past five years San Francisco's most historic recording studio has been her home. She's made some of her best music here and above all it's allowed Jesse to keep his job and continue pursuing his dream of scoring TV and movie soundtracks.

Satisfied that her work wasn't totally destroyed Beca checked her watch, "It's after seven shouldn't you be at home with your wife doing pilates and sipping wine or whatever shit married people do?"

"Pilates are on Tuesday," Jesse stressed, "Get with the program Beca."

"Then go have sex with her, lord knows she could use it," Jesse's face reddened and Beca just smirked.

"Actually Aubrey's running errands after work then going to the gym, so she won't be home until after ten," Jesse just wanted someone to hangout with since it was Friday night and usually Beca was up for it, but it didn't seem that way tonight. In fact he hadn't seen Beca very much today, she'd been relatively scarce, he doesn't even know if she left ate lunch.

"That's nice…" Beca stated rubbing her eyes tiredly.

Looking at his friend closely, Jesse sighed at the leave-me-alone type of tone that had just been flipped on, "You're working on your jazz album again aren't you," Beca nodded, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing…" That was a complete lie and Beca knew that even though Jesse didn't say anything he knew it too. She always messed around with the album she'd been working on since her sophomore year in college whenever she missed her mom. Reclining in her chair, she propped her feet up on the ledge of the table and stared at the piano through the recording booth window, "Just got a little inspiration again."

They'd been friends since high school so Jesse knew it was fruitless to even try and pry information out of his best friend, she needed to start the conversations otherwise he'd be shut down and not talked to for days, "Are you ever going to finish it?"

Beca just shrugged, resting her chin on her knees she let out a slow breath and closed her eyes, "Sometimes I think yes, all my mom's parts are there, they're finished and they're perfect, all I need is to add is my shit and the finishing touches." She looked over at Jesse with a sad smile, it was almost like her mom knew she was going to die and rushed to record everything, "But then I think no, because then I'm giving up our final connection and I'll have nothing left of her when I'm done."

"That's not true," Jesse softly stated, Beca seemed willing to talk tonight which was rare, "She'll always be with you, I think you should finish it." Beca's mom was an extremely well known jazz and studio trumpet player in the LA area, which he always thought was so cool, because she'd recorded on hundreds of people's albums and soundtracks. However, she'd never done an album of her own until she and Beca started working on one together. He thinks if Beca ever finished this album it'd be a testament to her legacy and give his friend a closure that was needed, "I know the world would love to hear it, they love everything you do, but I don't think you should do it for them."

"Who then Jess?" Beca didn't need to ask, because she already knew the answer. If she never finished that album, she could always tinker with it and it'd be like she was hanging out with her mom like they always used to, "You know I don't care about the mainstream public, I make my music for her."

Jesse knew her mom's death was the main reason Beca kept herself and her professional persona tightly locked away from the public. If people knew who she was then there'd be questions and interviews about her mom, references to her mom, people taking pity on her for such an unexpected death and a constant nagging about when she was going to put out music of her own, so then they could be compared and closely scrutinized. So Jesse really can't blame Beca for being a semi-recluse, but he also knew that someday someone was going to come along who would want to know everything about Beca, for reasons other than fame and money. And that was probably something Beca needed more than finishing that album.

Tapping his fingers on the arms of his chair Jesse really looked at Beca, she looked sad and heartbroken, "You finish it for you and her and nobody else."

"I'll think about it…" Beca trailed off wiping her eyes with the back of her sleeves. It had been almost eight years since her mom's death and she just didn't think she was ready to do that.

"Ok…" Standing, Jesse pushed his chair in then spun Beca's around and laughed while dodging a tiny fist, "Come on let's go eat."

Saving her work Beca began shutting everything down and shoving her notebooks and personal laptop in her bag, "Just dinner at our usual spot, I don't feel like going out tonight," slipping the strap over her head she added, "Plus it's Friday, you know what they say about bitches at the clubs on Friday's."

"I thought you liked that," Jesse teased holding to door to Studio 2A open while Beca hit the lights, "You claim it's easier to bed girls, because it only takes one drink."

"Yeah, yeah…" Stopping by her office Beca picked up her cell phone and a few other odds and ends and locked everything up for the weekend, "Please we both know if I want to make it easy all I got to do is wink and whip out my black American Express card and the panties drop," She snapped her fingers above her head as they moved down the hall, "Like that."

"Or you could just tell the girls you own the hit music making factory Hyde Street Studios and are the infamous DJ Titanium."

"Nope…"

"Okaaaay...how about casually mentioning you have eight Grammy's?"

"Fuck no," Beca sternly stated mashing the elevator down button, "Besides then they'd want proof and what's my number one rule?"

The elevator dinged signaling it had reached the third floor and as the doors slid open she heard Jesse casually state, "One nighters never see your house or get your last name."

"Exactamundo homie…" Fishing the phone from her back pocket Beca finished an email she'd started before rushing off to the studio to work on her music. Putting it away she groaned in annoyance and hit the G button, then punched Jesse for just standing there like an idiot.

Jesse rubbed his arm, "So get a friends with benefits, someone that already knows who you are and will keep your secret and you won't have to buy drinks or dinner."

"Like who?" Beca pleaded, holding up nine fingers she wiggled them, "I can count in single digits the number of friends who know I'm DJ Titanium." Dropping one hand she left the other in the air, "And only five of them have actually been to my house and two of those are married," That left three fingers standing, "One's in a long term relationship with her boyfriend…" Jessica was a nice, but definitely not her type and clearly swung only one way, "And another has boyfriends out the ass and doesn't take dips in the 'lady pond'." She used air quotes making Jesse laugh harder because they both knew who her last finger was for, "Then that leaves Stacie."

"Oh come on Stacie's perfect, she constantly hits on you and is always looking for a good time," Jesse wiggled his eyebrows and nudged a shoulder making Beca tip over.

Steadying herself, Beca shook her head as the elevator began slowing to a stop, "No, she's fun to flirt with, but that's about it, I've never wanted to sleep with her."

"Never?"

"Nope, never."

Jesse looked surprised at that, because Beca openly acknowledges that Stacie Conrad is hot, but all they have is a harmless flirtationship that will never go anywhere. Stacie is one hundred percent straight and she'll freely admit that to anyone who asks, except for Jesse of course. She and Stacie only play it up when he's around because they love seeing how red his face can get when they really lay it on thick.

Jesse let out a low whistle, "Wow…"

"Anyways I'm tired of random hookups, it's fun, but not worth the effort sometimes," Beca said honestly as the elevator doors started opening, "It'd be nice to date someone long term."

Jesse fake fainted against the wall and slid dramatically to the floor, "Someone call the press, post it on Facebook, take out an ad in the San Francisco Chronicle and Washington Post, Beca Mitchell just said she's thinking about settling down with a nice girl."

"Or guy," Beca interrupted with a grin, "I don't discriminate, but I do lean more towards the ladies." Jesse just pointedly stared at her as she helped him up, "Ok fine mainly the ladies, god I love the ladies."

Following close behind his best friend Jesse taunted, "Beca and a lucky lady sitting in a tree k-i-s-s-i-n-g, first comes love then comes marr-" His singing was forcefully cut off by when he was slammed against a wall, "Jeez sorry," He wheezed out, grabbing the forearm against his throat he tried to move it away, but Beca only leaned into it.

"Sing that song again and I will end you!" Jesse just laughed at her attempt at being threatening, pulling away Beca decided to make things real scary, "Don't make me tell your wife about that time she was on her yoga retreat in Sausalito and you got totally shitfaced, then threw up in the middle of her restaurant at four in the morning after we broke in to make sandwiches."

Rubbing his neck Jesse immediately sobered up, "I swear I won't, and technically we didn't break in, I have a key and so do you."

Swiping her ID badge Beca heard the familiar buzz of the lock disengaging and yanked the door open, "True, but I think she'd be more worried about the puke part."

"You're right," Jesse agreed as they made their way down the block.

When they stopped at the crosswalk Jesse stood on his tiptoes to see over the people in front of them and grinned. There was nobody waiting at one of the cable car stops and he could barely see the top of one coming up the street. If they booked it they could get catch the next one, rather than take the bus home.

Tapping Beca's shoulder, Jesse saw her responding to yet another email, he swears she never really took breaks from work even on a Friday. When she looked up he grabbed the strap of her bag and dragged her across the street, "Put your phone away loser, we're taking the cable car home and we're hanging off the side."

"Give me two seconds," Beca replied pushing the hand away, quickly following behind a nearly running Jesse. Sending the email she stopped and crammed her phone in her bag and ran to jump on the cable car just as it started rolling by. Steadying herself on the small platform she sarcastically added, "Thanks for waiting for me asshole."

They rode in silence for a few minutes until the cable car neared the top of a small hill and Jesse stated, "Man I always love the view."

When they tipped over the side and began descending he lightly laughed as Beca held onto the railing with one hand and precariously leaned away from the edge like a little kid while stating, "Yeah, and it's the best city in the world."

"It's I'm the king of the world actually," Jesse laughed.

Looking back over her shoulder Beca gave Jesse the finger, "Shut up, nerd."

When they came to an abrupt stop at an intersection, Beca grasped onto the railing for dear life and laughed along with Jesse. She almost bit the big one, but it was all worth it. She loved San Francisco, she loved the cool air flowing through her and how the city comes alive in a magical way at night. It was refreshing and she never told anybody, but sometimes when she works late and doesn't drive, she always takes the cable car home. It clears her mind and wakes her up and for just a few minutes, work and music and the pressures from everyday life don't matter anymore.

"What's so important that you're being bothered on the weekend," Jesse inquired a few minutes later hearing Beca's phone chime rapidly again.

Sighing Beca ran a hand through her hair, "Oh you know, same bullshit different day, my assistant Gail is pressuring me to do interviews again. She said Rolling Stone has called three times this month since hearing a rumor about me producing Twenty One Pilots new album. They are persistent little assholes."

"But you are doing that album," Jesse easily stated, "You're already prepping for it."

"I know," Beca rested her head against the cold metal railing and closed her eyes, "Along with Maroon 5 and a handful of others I can't remember because right now, I'm exhausted. Plus I'm remastering some stuff for Sting and Eric Clapton wants my input on a couple tracks later this year for some charity shit. So I'm to busy and no I don't want to do fucking interviews ok."

"Ok, ok I get it," Jesse held up a hand in defense.

"I never going to do interviews," Beca shot back in a tone that said they were done talking about this topic, "I like being anonymous, I like being just another face in the crowd, it's the only way I've survived and stayed sane this long in the industry."

Reaching out Jesse tried to give a side hug, but it was brushed off, "I forget sometimes that you're a multi platinum, super famous songwriter and producer worth millions."

"And that's how I like it," Reaching up Beca tugged on the cord that rang an old fashioned bell signaling their stop was next. When the cable car slowed they hopped off and started down the street, "Just think about it, if people know who I am then photographers will follow me everywhere. I couldn't walk down the street by myself, let alone ride public transportation." The Divisadero St. Deli sign came into view and Beca grinned at the familiarity, this was her favorite hangout spot and the place where she'd written some of the best lyrics of her career for some of her most popular songs. Throwing an arm around Jesse's neck she put him in a headlock, "And I definitely couldn't give you noogies!"

Beca ground her fist down on the crown of his head making him squirm and push her away as they continued down the block.

"I guess you're right, I couldn't handle it if you had an even bigger ego than you already do," Jesse quickly grabbed the hand aiming for his face and made it playfully smack Beca instead.

"You owe me a beer for that one Swanson…"

"You get all the beer you want Mitchell," Jesse laughed stopping in front of the restaurant, "Aubrey only put your favorite beers on tap because she was tired of reading your comment cards."

"Well at least she listened."

"Yeah because you made your own comment card box and started using it, she never had one before."

"Its formal name is the bitch box." Beca corrected with a smirk, there was no way she was going to stop writing those cards because it was too much fun, "Although she hasn't taken the tip about the stick up her ass yet."

Jesse chuckled, he loved watching his wife and best friend bicker back and forth even though they both held a huge respect for each other and were close friends. It was their way of showing love for each other.

Stopping the hand from opening the door, Jesse grabbed Beca by the shoulders and turned her towards him, "So I've been told to warn you, Aubrey hired a new girl last weekend, she only works a few nights a week and random weekends."

Beca crossed her arms wondering why Stacie never mentioned anything to her Wednesday night, "Yeah and later this week she'll probably find some excuse to fire her too."

"Well probably not…" Scratching the back of his neck Jesse shrugged, even he had a good feeling about Chloe and they'd only met last Saturday, "She likes this one, they've gone running together all week." He cowered at the raised eyebrow a little, "Look she's new in town and doesn't know many people so…"

Aubrey was sending Jesse to do the dirty work, that was typical, she knew how to play the game better than anybody. She was only making him the message boy because she knew it was virtually impossible for Beca to stay mad at him for more than five minutes, especially when he looks at her with those sappy pleading eyes. This new girl must be decent, because Aubrey Posen was a hard person to please and Beca knows that better than anyone.

"So what you're saying is Aubrey thinks I won't be nice to her?" Beca smirked.

"Well you did scare Jessica when she started here last year," Jesse defended.

"That was an accident and you know it!" Beca shot back throwing out her arms in frustration. She'd been up all night finishing a song for the Foo Fighters and she was on edge waiting for a response from Dave Grohl when she snapped at Jessica. She did feel bad about it the next day after she had a full night's sleep and she even apologized.

"Just try not to say the F word to much ok," Jesse pleaded, "And if Aubrey ever asks tell her I was stern with you."

"Fine," Beca conceded, slumping her shoulders she turned and opened the door.

Thanks for reading!

Like it? Love it? Hate it?...I want to know what you guys think, it's my first totally new fic in forever. So leave me a review or drop me a PM I'm all ears and open for any form of flattery, praise, suggestions and constructive criticism (there's no need to be a dick about haha). Remember it's the only way for me to know if you guys are liking what I'm doing and helps me to shape things!

Trust me guys there's a reason why I left Chloe's background vague, it'll come out eventually when the time is right. Also know there's a little more to Beca's story then what I've delved into here. So it was all very intentional in the way I wrote things, I didn't want to give everything away right at the beginning, gotta keep our girls mysterious for a few chapters. Everything will come out...eventually haha...

Like my other fics I'll write and update this as soon as I have chapters written (work and personal life permitting), so I'm not going to give a so called "set schedule" for updates because lets be honest, those of you who are reading "A Series of Hilarious and Cute Events" know I usually always break them haha. So in any case I'll try not to keep you guys hanging to long (1-2 weeks at the most) and try to update regularly I like I said I'll be working on these two fics at the same time and the later is my main priority.

Also I'm not sure, but maybe if you guys persuade me right, I can work in an M rated chapter in this fic, it'd be closer to the end, so we'll see how it goes and if you guys do/don't want to see that. Otherwise it'll remain at the rating I have it set to. I have tentative place for it to be worked in or left out!

Until next time...