A/N: Hello Readers! Here's is a brand-new story, I hope you all enjoy it as much as my other stories.

This story is based on a suggestion I received from a review of 'Pitch Perfect 3 - An Unofficial Version' that I really liked, but couldn't figure out how to incorporate into that storyline. This story is going to be a bit fun and whacky, and not take itself too serious. I really hope you enjoy it.

Thanks to everyone for reading, and please leave a review; they really are helpful.

Disclaimer: As always, I do not own Pitch Perfect or any of the characters, but I do love them.

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Know When to Hold 'Em

Chapter 1

Friendly Game of Cards

Kommissar was enjoying her time in Las Vegas having just toured some of the more exclusive stores of the casino, and was thinking about her dinner plans as she walks into the spacious front room of one of her team's suites. Her piercing blue eyes are immediately drawn to a small crowd of individuals over next to the suite's bar on the other side of the room. Pieter and Hans are seated at the round table playing a card game with, surprisingly, a couple of the American Bellas. A smile creeps up on her features at the thought of the Bellas, and one in particular as she walks towards the small huddle of teammates who are standing over Pieter and Hans.

She knew the Bellas were in Las Vegas for the same A Cappella convention that DSM was, but had not yet run into any of them. Grabbing her favorite bottle of Scotch from their fully stocked bar, she pours herself a generous dram of the caramel colored single malt whisky. Turning as she sips at the warning liquor, she scans the room to see if the short feisty Bella was also present, but frowns in disappointment. It is only the loud obnoxious one, who is actually Australian and her black friend.

Still this could be fun she thinks as she approaches the group, drink in hand. "What are we playing tonight?"

Pieter answers, "Just a friendly game of Poker. We ran into these two downstairs.

"Friendly?" Amy questions, "Thought we were playing for real money?"

"Ja we are. This one," he indicates Cynthia Rose, "CR, ja? She was and is still on a, what did you call it? A hot streak?"

"Yeah, my sister from another mama has been tearing it up," declares Fat Amy, slapping CR on the back. She then passes the freshly shuffled deck to Pieter, "Deal." Pieter nods and starts dealing out the cards.

"Ja, she's continued up here, Klaus and Klaudia have already bowed out," supplies Hans.

Kommissar smiles and asks, "Oh really?"

Cynthia Rose is uncomfortable with this conversation, she feels nothing good can come from it. She tries to be nonchalant about all of it, "I've done alright..." But the truth is Cynthia Rose and Fat Amy had been involved in a once in a lifetime hot streak at the poker tables. All day long, CR had won hand-after-hand and at Amy's urging had continuously upgraded to higher-stakes tables to make the most of her lucky day. It was at the high stakes table they had run into the members of DSM, who had invited them to this suite to continue their game.

"Alright?" Fat Amy asks incredulously, "Alright! Girl! You've done better than alright! You've been hotter than the Outback in December," declares Fat Amy, "And I should know. I've hunted dingo packs for holiday sport!"

For the life of her, Kommissar has no idea what the boisterous blonde in blathering on about, but she nods anyway as she takes a seat. A thought strikes her and she can't help the devious smile which spreads across her face. "Care to deal me in?"

Cynthia Rose notes a bit of the predatory gleam in the Kommissar's smile, which sets off her warning bells, "We're playing Texas Hold'em, and that's a lot of money in the pot."

"Oh, I'm sure I can cover," Kommissar signals a petite blonde woman, who disappears for a few seconds and then returns with a woman's purse. "What is in the… What is the American term?"

Pieter answers, "The pot?"

"Ja, the pot." Kommissar nods, "What is in the pot?"

"Roughly eighty thousand dollars…" answers Hans.

"See, just a friendly game," adds Pieter.

"Ja, very friendly," Kommissar smiles deviously. "I would like to join," she pulls out a stack of money. "Would fifty thousand buy me a seat?"

Both Fat Amy's and CR's eyes bulge at the stack of money the tall German blonde is holding. Fat Amy asks "You know how to play?"

"Ja, once or twice," Kommissar lies smoothly. Pieter knows Luisa is lying to the two Bellas, and that she is quite the card shark. Back home in Bavaria she had in fact played two or three times a week growing up, and out of all her friends she had been the best player by far.

The tall blonde glides into the seat between Pieter and Hans, directly across from CR. "Is this seat taken?"

Pieter shakes his head, "Nein, it vas Klaudia's, but she lost all her money to this one." He nods in the direction of Cynthia Rose.

"I don't know," answers Cynthia Rose, "like the song says, 'You have to know when to hold them, know when to fold'em, know when to walk away, and know when to run'. This definitely feels like the time to run." CR definitely looks like she's ready to bolt.

"Don't be such a baby, CR," Fat Amy says as she shuffles the cards in her hands. She leans over and whispers in Cynthia's ear, "I think it might be fun taking all the Kommissar's money."

The young black woman looks at her blonde friend doubtfully. "Still feels like a bad idea."

"You're being a chicken-shit CR, and you damn well know it. Take a chance! We started with two thousand between the two of us. We said that's what we were willing to lose. Look at it this way, what's the worst that can happen, we lose our original cash"

Reluctantly CR says, "Okay," though she can't shake the feeling she's making a mistake.

"Danke," the blonde says with a nod.

{-x-X+X-x-}

Beca looks at her iPhone for the hundredth time and stomps her foot again as she sees the time. The petite brunette is seriously fuming. Beca can't believe she's been stood up. She has been waiting in the hotel lobby for over an hour for CR and Fat Amy. They were supposed to go to a show, but they had not shown, and Amy had the tickets, so Beca couldn't go without them.

"Beca? What are you still doing here?"

Beca turns to see Chloe approaching, with shopping bags in hand. Past the bubbly redhead, she can see Ashley and Jessica also carrying bags

"I got stood up!"

"What?"

"Fat Amy and CR never showed!"

Chloe smiles sadly at the upset brunette, and guides her over to a couch off to the side. "Oh Becs, I'm sorry. Do you have any idea where they are?"

"No, I've looked in the casino, and I've tried calling and texting, but haven't had any luck."

"With Fat Amy that's not too unexpected, CR it's a little more surprising. If it was only Amy, I would be asking if there are any male dancers from the 'Thunder Down Under' show missing."

"When I find those two I'm going to wring their necks,"

"Wait Becs, I know how we can find them," says Chloe, as she holds up her hand. "Lily!"

Beca is shocked that Chloe just yells out their silent friend's name in the middle of the crowded lobby. She finds herself blushing profusely as a number of people around them turn and stare at the redhead. Chloe however is calm and cool, not paying attention to any of the looks cast their way. Beca turns beet red, and actually wishes she was smaller. "Uhh, what was that?"

Chloe holds her hand up, "Give her a second…"

"What are you…" Beca is cut off as suddenly she realizes that Lily is right next to them.

"Oh Lily, thank you so much for rushing over. We could really use your help. Beca was supposed to meet with Cynthia Rose and Fat Amy over an hour ago, but they seem to have stood her up. Can you find them for us?"

Lily nods and mumbles a reply that Beca can't understand. Chloe does however, "No, I don't think proof of life will be necessary." There's more mumbles from Lily. Again, the redhead gives a curt shake of her head, "We most definitely want them alive."

Beca grumbles behind Chloe, so the redhead continues, "If anyone is going to kill the two, it should be Beca."

Lily nods and then is gone, as if she vanished into thin air. Beca does a doubletake; and then looks about trying to spot the overly quiet Asian woman.

"Don't bother. I've tried in the past to spot her, but when she wants Lily really can just vanish into the background.

"That's kinda weird, right?"

Chloe shrugs her shoulders, "I've found it useful at times."

"How long do you think it will take?"

"Not long, you want to go to the bar? I'll buy you a drink."

"Don't we need to stay here so Lily can find us?"

Chloe just gives Beca a look. "Right, stupid question. Let's get that drink," replies Beca.

Chloe slips her arm through Beca's and guides the young DJ towards the nearest bar. "I thought you'd never ask."

{-x-X+X-x-}

Pieter is the first to lay down his hand: "Two pairs. Aces over fives."

CR whistles, "Not bad. But I'm afraid you're not beating my pairs, kings and jacks." Smiling smugly while she fans herself with her cards before laying them out on the table. "Looks like another one in the bag for us." She traded a high five with Fat Amy.
"Not so fast, my American friend," Kommissar cuts in, triumph in her eyes: "You're not beating my ladies." With that, the blonde puts down three queens, her other hand already sweeping in the pot.

"Damn, could have used that," says CR.

"I'm out like an outback road-train," declares Fat Amy. The Germans all look at each other with questioning looks, but can only shrug in confusion.

"I think I'm done too," says Cynthia Rose.

"Oh, and it was just getting interesting," says Kommissar in a seductive voice.

Amy looks at her friend incredulously. She leans in and whispers, "What are you doing?"

"I want to quit while I'm ahead," says CR matter-of-factly.

"But you are ahead!" Hisses Fat Amy.

"Hence quitting now."

"But look, you've already knocked Hans out, now I'm out, and in a hand or two Pieter will be out. Then it's just you and Heir Amazon over there. You can win it all."

Kommissar pretends she didn't hear the obnoxious Australian's conversation. She asks Cynthia, "Are you still in?"

Cynthia Rose ignores the voice in the back of her head, and answers, "I'm in…"

{-x-X+X-x-}

"What's up with you and Jesse?" Chloe tries to look nonchalant as she asks the question, but on the inside she's quivering with anticipation of the answer.

Beca shrugs, "I think we're done."

"Really?" Chloe is actually surprised by this revelation. "I kinda thought Jessica was forever," teases the redhead.

"God I'm so glad it took Jesse over three years to come up with that nickname," Beca sighs.

"Oh, come on, having a ship name is cool. I love the one Fat Amy gave us," laughs Chloe.

Beca holds up her hands as if to ward off the redhead. "No, just no," she says shaking her head.

"Come on, Amy's right, everybody loves a good Bhloe," snarks Chloe between giggles,

"I don't…" Beca regrets those words the second they leave her mouth. She closes her eyes in embarrassment, but not before seeing Chloe's eyes grow double in size, and huge grin growing on her lips.

Closing her eyes of course does nothing to stop her from hearing Chloe say in a very sexy way, "Then you definitely haven't had it done right."

"Dude! Gross!"

"Again, you have definitely been doing it with the wrong person then."

"Please stop," pleads Beca, though she's now laughing too.

After their laughter putters away, Chloe tentatively asks, "So what happened? We won Worlds, and you and Jesse set off on your whirlwind European vacation…"

"Yeah… That was eye opening…"

"How so? Too be honest I expected you to return to the States engaged, if not married already."

"Part of me thinks Jesse expected the same thing." Beca shrugs, "You know this was such a weird year. I got the internship, and we had the World's hanging over us, and Jesse went off to USC. I don't know, it was like he wasn't there anymore save for some brief cameos." Beca chuckles awkwardly. "So, he had this great idea, since we were both in Europe, why not make an adventure of it. Personally, I think he watched European Vacation too many times," the DJ deadpans, which gets a chuckle from the redhead. "I think he saw it as some grand romantic gesture. Take me to Paris, Zurich, and Rome, and we would reaffirm our love in these oh so romantic cities…" Beca just kind of trails off, as she remembers.

Chloe feels bad about opening this can of worms, but feels that now she needs to be there for her friend. "So?"

"I guess we changed more over the last year than either of us was willing to admit at first." Beca shrugs and takes a sip of her Whiskey Sour. "I'm not leaving Atlanta right away. I took Residual Heat's offer to become an Assistant Producer. Jesse was expecting me to move to LA." Her features take on a melancholy cast. "And I found, that despite still loving the dork, I wasn't in Love with him. His goofy humor, his boyish charm, they're all still there, but it felt more brotherly, than as a lover."

"Was it mutual?" Chloe asks, "The breakup I mean."

Beca becomes a little uncomfortable here. "In a way. Jesse finally agreed after numerous discussions, arguments, shouting matches, and heart-to-hearts; but I got the distinct impression that he still holds out hope. I half expect him to show up here this weekend. It's not that far a drive from LA."

Chloe hesitantly asks, "Would it work if he showed up?"

Beca shakes her head no. "Definitely not. If he shows up to be a friend, cool, but if it's with some grand gesture in mind, I'll actually be kind of pissed. I asked for time and space, and there is no gesture he can make that would win me back. Like I said, it all felt brotherly, and when that thought gets lodged in your head, it kind of kills all romantic impulses."

Chloe gives her a sympathetic look. "I'm sorry Becs."

Beca shakes her head, "Don't be Beale, I'm actually less hurt than I expected. We had been apart so much last year, that it didn't really feel like we were together anymore."

The redhead doesn't look like she's buying it. "Still I should have been there with tubs of ice cream, and binge sessions of Gray's Anatomy and Friends."

"It's okay Chlo. Though I have to say I was surprised when I returned to Atlanta to learn you were gone on vacation."

"Yeah, I needed to clear my head after Worlds, and I realized I needed to be away from Atlanta. My parents have a beach house just outside Panama City in Florida. I stayed there for a couple weeks, just getting my head on straight, and setting my priorities."

The DJ smiles at her best friend, because the redhead does indeed sound more confident, and in a better place. "Any grand epiphanies while you were on the beach?"

Chloe smiles, "Yeah, a couple actually."

Beca is intrigued, "Care to elaborate, Beale?"

Chloe shakes her head no, "Well maybe. One is, Carpe Dium."

Beca lifts an eyebrow, "Was that from a movie?"

"Yeah, the 'Dead Poet's Society'. My parents had an old VHS copy of it. I watched it a dozen times. It means 'seize the day'."

"And are you going to start seizing the day?" Beca makes air quotes as she asks her question.

"Yeah, I am," Chloe answers honestly. "Starting with right now," the redhead has a sparkle in her eyes that Beca finds rather endearing. "Since you missed the show, do you want to go out with me tonight?"

Beca is very surprised by this question. "Are you asking me on a date red?" Beca's mood dramatically improves with Chloe's suggestion of going out. Chloe always has this effect on her. The redhead just has a way of slipping past her defenses.

"Maybe," Chloe practically purrs. "Would you say yes?"

Beca nods her head, even as she's trying to keep control of her feelings. "I think I'm tempted, but I mean it has to be up to my standards…"

Chloe giggles, "You mean Taco Bell in the parking lot?"

"A girl does love the classics…"

Chloe leans in, "I was thinking something a little more…"

"Boring," interrupts Beca.

Chloe grins, "I was going to say, mature…"

"So boring," Beca teases.

"I was thinking we get dressed up, and walk over to the Bellagio, we watch the fountain show, we tour the art gallery, and then I buy you a steak dinner at Craft Steak?"

"We can skip everything else and just go straight to the steakhouse," says Beca excitedly.

"So, is that a yes?" Chloe asks, her eyes sparkle with happiness.

Beca grins, "Yes, red, I would love to go on a date with you…"

Chloe squeals in delight, and reaches over and pulls Beca into a hug. She plants a kiss on Beca's cheek, and both women blush.

"I've wanted to take you on a date forever," breathes Chloe.

"I think I have too," whispers Beca as she looks deeply into Chloe's blue eyes.

"Let's make this a night to remember," Chloe says in a sultry voice, causing the brunette to swallow.

Beca is about to say something, but then Lily is at their side. The quiet Asian woman whispers something, and Chloe breaks into a grin, "Hey Lily, did you find them? You did? Great! They're playing cards? Oh Cynthia, I knew I should have stuck closer to her. Denise isn't going to be happy that she's gambling again."

"Wait! They're playing cards?! I was stood up for poker?"

"Afraid so Becs," answers Chloe.

"Where are they?" Beca asks through gritted teeth.

Lily hands Beca a sheet of paper with the suite number.

"Let's go collect them up," says Chloe.

"No, we have a date, you're not getting out of it. You get ready. I'm going to go chew out Fat Amy and CR, and then I'll be by to pick you up." Beca grins.

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, I just want to put the fear of God in them."

"Okay, but don't take too long," says Chloe with a wink.

{-x-X+X-x-}

The game has continued, Fat Amy was right, Pieter was out after two more hands. Once he was out, the contest switched to a battle of wills between the two women. At first Cynthia Rose continued her winning ways, and she soon had Kommissar down to thirty thousand dollars, but then things began to subtly change. Kommissar began to win more, while the pots between them began to slowly increase. Of course, the tall blonde

threw a hand every now and then, keeping Cynthia on the line but slowly she was whittling away the Bellas' winnings, until it got to the point where
she was now betting credit.

"Fat Amy... are you sure about this? I don't think Beca or Chloe are going to be okay with this?" Cynthia asks in a whisper.

"I'm positive CR. I told you I will talk to Shawshank and red. Look, I can get the money from my parents to cover if you lose, but you're not going to lose with that hand."

"I don't like this…"

"No worries CR."

The young black woman groans and rests her forehead in her hand, elbows propped up on the green felt tabletop. "Okay…" even as she says it, CR knows she's making a mistake.

Cynthia flashes a confident look around the table, "I raise-"

"-I'll see that," Kommissar says and a silence that settles over the room is as exasperated as the looks that are being exchanged- Cynthia can't help thinking

"This was a bad idea."

"This was a really bad idea."

{-x-X+X-x-}

Beca is beyond furious. She can't believe she had been stood up for a deck of cards! She's fuming again as she knocks on the door to the suite. She doesn't even say anything as she pushes past the stunned woman who opened the door to answer. Beca storms in on the game to the surprise of both gamblers, and all those around them.

"Gambling! Gambling! You stood me up for a card game!"

"Hey Short-Stack! How are you doing?"

"Beca, how did you find us?"

"I was doing great until I was stood-up!"

"What are you talking about short stack? The show doesn't start for…" Fat Amy looks at her Fitbit and says, "an hour ago… Oh!"

"Yeah, Oh!" Yells Beca, as she unleashes the fulness of her fury in a torrent of curses and snarky remarks that are both quite inventive and descriptive. Her glare enough to keep the two Bellas properly quiet as they receive their tongue lashing.

For her part Kommissar finds the whole scene quite entertaining. She really has a fondness for the 'feisty maus', and here she is in the most perfect demonstration. Watching the petite spitfire use the most colorful language, Kommissar can't help but think she made the right decision with the offer her team has come up with. Yet even as she considers this, an idea begins to formulate. A quite devious idea. She makes a subtle gesture to one of the members of DSM, who like everyone else is watching Beca berate her two friends with genuine interest. Quietly she issues a couple instructions, which receive a puzzled look from the young member of DSM, but the look Kommissar gives her is enough to know she's serious. The young mousy brunette nods and quietly leaves the room. With that done, Kommissar refocuses on her feisty maus, in time to see the young woman is winding down, her fury spent.

"Seriously dudes! If you just wanted to gamble, fine, though CR, you know you weren't supposed to be gambling. But if you were going to gamble you could have let me know. Chloe invited me to go shopping, Emily offered for me to go with her, Stacie, and Aubrey to the spa. Standing around waiting for you was not what I wanted to be doing!"

"We're going to have a long talk later," Beca glares at Fat Amy and Cynthia Rose. "A really long talk, and if I don't feel happy with your responses, I will hand you over to Aubrey." Both Amy and CR swallow and nod. Happy that the two Bellas look properly chastised, both Cynthia Rose and Fat Amy keep their eyes down. With a huff, Beca turns to leave, not really wanting to hear an apology, and definitely not wanting to hear excuses.

"Sehr Klein Maus!" The powerful blonde addresses Beca with some note of pleasure.

"Kommissar?" she practically squeaks out, turning and raising her voice in question. Beca was not expecting to see the leader of DSM sitting at the table with Fat Amy and Cynthia Rose. Of all the rooms in the hotel, she had to barge into the one with the intimidating blonde goddess.

Goddess? Shit!

Beca found herself cursing her two friends again, who were looking a lot like children caught with their hands in the cookie jar.

The blonde German woman looks at Beca with amusement, finding her intonation and demeanor change amusing.

Despite her handling of the two Bellas, Beca feels small, and has an overwhelming urge to flee the steady gaze of Kommissar, so she does. "We'll talk later!"

"Wait," the Kommissar's voice is calm but with a definite tone of authority. Slowly, Beca spins on her heels, and turns back around to see the intimidating blonde woman looking at her with keen interest. The blonde woman's stoic face causes Beca's breath to hitch. She's still confused when it comes to this woman.

Beca scrunches her eyes shut, silently cursing herself. "No, I've said my piece to these two," Beca's voice is shaky, and she has every intention to turn around and leave, but her eyes remain on Kommissar. Shaking her head, she holds her hands up. "I'll go right now. Yeah."

"What's the hurry, Sehr Kleine Maus?"

The petite brunette feigns nonchalance by shoving her hands in her pockets and giving a small shrug.

"Don't you maybe want to stay and chat? I have so much fun with you, I think maybe we can have lots of fun, maybe in my suite?"

"You—!" Beca has a whole slew of insults and snarky comments ready to hurl, but Kommissar gives her a languid smile and the DJ becomes distracted, "—are still physically flawless." Beca closes her eyes as she remembers that she should be delivering an insult.

"Danke, " the blonde German replies coolly with a predatory smirk.

Beca raises her finger to point at Kommissar. "You," again Beca is flummoxed, "are really in my head," she mutters at the leader of DSM. She has to use every ounce of willpower not to cover her face which from the heat, she's sure is crimson. Beca has never figured out why she is such a complete hot mess around the blonde leader of DSM, but it seems to still be true.

Clearly amused by her effect on the Schön Klein Maus, Kommissar teases, "I'll be happy to discuss this issue you have with me, maybe over drinks," she lifts her glass of scotch, "later in my suite?"

"Whoop there it is," Fat Amy loud whispers to Cynthia Rose, who lets out a low whistle.

Beca chuckles and smirks in the knowledge that Beca is too overwrought to come up with any proper comebacks. "But we can discuss later mein Feisty Maus, let me fill you in on what is happening."

"She was doing very well," the German woman went on. "But then the two of them got in over their heads. Your friends lost all of their money but continued to gamble."

"Guess they're out of luck."

"Perhaps not," the German woman says lazily. "The pot is rather large, your friend's can win it all back, but I require an IOU, in case they lose. Your blonde friend assures me she can cover, but I'm dubious. She strikes me as not always reliable."

"You got that right," declares Beca. Fat Amy goes to say something, but Beca's glare silences the usually boisterous blonde.

"I however trust you.

Kommissar cocks her head to the right, raises her eyebrows, and continues to stare at Beca, who is trying her best to stay tough.

"You have always been interesting enough for me to front them the money they need. So, if you sign the promissory note, your friend can finish the hand, otherwise she loses everything."

"Sucks to be them," says Beca flatly.

"Can you give us a minute?" Fat Amy asks the DSM leader. When the blonde nods, Fat Amy and CR scramble over to Beca.

Kommissar and the members of DSM make their way to the bar, save for a mousy brunette, who scurries off after receiving instructions from her leader. None of the Bellas notice this though because Fat Amy and CR are beseeching Beca to help them out.

"Cap, I'm sorry, I honestly didn't realize what time it was. I was on such a hot streak, but now I'm out all my winnings, plus another ten thousand and my wedding and engagement rings. Denise is going to kill me!"

"Shawshank, this is on me, and I can cover the losses, though it will take time to get a wire from Tasmania. I pushed CR to keep going. But now that you've been added to the equation, I don't think that German Amazon will accept anything but your signature."

"CR, how could you be so thoughtless?" Beca reprimands. "I should let you face the wrath of your wife, but I won't do that to Denise. And you Amy, you're getting off lightly."

"Does that mean you'll help us?" The girls ask in unison.

"You really have that great a hand?"

Cynthia nods.

"Okay, but on conditions. One, all the winnings go to cover Bellas expenses incurred on this trip, any remaining go to help Emily with upkeep of the Bellas house…" Beca pauses as a thought strikes her, "Save for a portion that goes to pay for my date with Chloe tonight…"

"YOU HAVE A DATE WITH CHLOE!" Both girls shout.

"Alright! Bhloe time! That's twenty-five you owe CR!"

"Amy!" Beca scolds. In a calmer voice she says, "Yes, Chloe asked me on a date, and I accepted. This here," Beca indicates the girls and the room in general, "is delaying said date. So, let's get to this."

"You said conditions," CR says. Fat Amy elbows her.

"Oh, I haven't forgotten. Two, CR, you have to go back to Gamblers Anonymous."

Cynthia Rose looks to argue, but Beca holds up a finger in warning, and the black woman says reluctantly, "Okay."

Beca however isn't done, "And you have to come clean with Denise. What happens in Vegas, doesn't stay in Vegas."

"Damn Captain…"

"And you," Beca points at Fat Amy, have to go with CR to all of her meetings, and cannot return to Vegas for five years."

"What? Shawshank that's unreasonable, you know I come here twice a year. It's my special place," Amy whines.

Beca crosses her arms and says, "Those are my terms. If you don't like them, then I will be heading out for my date.

Both women shrug and say dejectedly, "Okay, deal."

"So, do we have a deal, Sehr Kleine Maus?"

"We do, but I have some terms." Beca wills herself to stare into the taller woman's frighteningly ice blue eyes.

"Ahh it's mein resolute maus. I like mein feisty maus. She's the kicker of the ass, ja?"

Beca can feel her cheeks warm with blush but she's determined to hold the tall blonde's stare. "Do you want to hear my conditions, or not?"

"Ja mein feisty," the blonde nods, but Beca feels it's patronizing.

"First, I'm not on the hook for any money."

Kommissar signals the mousy brunette, who steps forward with an official looking document.

"What the Hell is this?" Beca gestures to the document. It has an official DSM Logo on the header, and a lot of German writing.

"This is standard DSM legal document," says Pieter in a bored voice.

"We wrote up the IOU on a legally binding contract. We are talking about a rather sizable amount of money," continues Kommissar.

"Then I definitely want language that spells out I don't owe any money," says Beca forcefully.

"Done," replies Kommissar, "I'm not interested in taking any of your money mein feisty maus." The DSM leader snaps her fingers and a laptop is produced. Hans brings up the document and he begins to type in Beca's demands.

"This is a little extreme don't you think?" Beca asks in a tight voice.

"Nein, mein feisty maus. As I said, it is quite a sum of money, but I also want to assure you that you will not be, how you say, on the hook for it," says Kommissar, in a reasonable tone that sets Beca's alarm bells off.

"Two," the DJ says firmly, "I want assurances that the Bellas as an organization, are not liable for any money. I don't want to find out that those two lost the Bellas house."

"No worries there Shawshank. They wouldn't accept it as collateral unless I could produce a deed to the property, which of course I cou…." Amy cuts off as she sees the deadly glare Beca is giving her. The boisterous Australian makes a motion of zipping her lips and throwing away the key.

"I insist there be language protecting the Bellas."

Hans had been typing away frantically, he finishes and turns the laptop towards Kommissar. She reads what he's typed, smiles and says, "I believe this should allay any of your concerns."

Beca reads though the paragraph, and has to admit it does. "Do you guys do this often? You all seem pretty adept at writing legal documents." Beca says incredulously.

Kommissar laughs, "Nein, Schön Kleine Maus. Hans and Gretel here," she indicates the mousy brunette, "are lawyers in their other lives. They handle all legal issues for the team."

Beca looks at the intimidating German woman, trying to figure out if she's being messed with, "Your legal team is Hans and Gretel?"

"Ja, why?" Answers Pieter.

"Have they found any houses made of candy and baked goods? 'Cause I'm starving," says Fat Amy with a giggle.

A thin smile does pull at Kommissar's lips, but she remains focused on Beca. "Are there any more conditions, Schön Kleine Maus?"

"Can I get it in this contract that you don't call me any type of mouse?"

"Nein mein Feisty Maus. That I cannot do."

"Damn! Well, one other thing, Cynthia Rose told me her rings are in the pot. They come out, and are not a part of this. Whatever value they were in as gets added to Amy's IOU."

"Done," Kommissar agrees quickly. "We will not even change the amount of the IOU." She walks over to the table and picks up the rings. She saunters back over, enjoying the blush that again has tinged Beca's cheeks. "Here you go. This was just a friendly game. No need to lose something so precious." She drops the rings into Cynthia Rose's palm.

Kommissar nods as Cynthia thanks her, then turns to Beca and asks, "Are you ready to sign?"

"I guess," Beca looks over at her friend's, who quietly beseech her with their eyes. "Yes."

"Gut!" Exclaims Kommissar. At her signal an updated document is printed and placed before Beca.

"There are sixteen pages here. What the Hell?"

"As I said, lots of money, and I must protect DSM. You and the Bellas are protected. The only money will be owed by your colorful Australian friend."

Beca remains apprehensive. Kommissar continues. "It's okay, do not sign mein Sehr Kleine Maus. We will call the game here. Your friend still owes the money, but you can feel comfortable."

"So, my signature basically gives CR the chance to win?"

"Ja," Kommissar says with a nod.

"Okay," Beca accepts an offered pen, and scribbles her name on the signature line. Hans steps up and asks her to initial four more spots, then he asks for signatures from Fat Amy, Cynthia Rose, signs it himself, then passes it to Gretzky, who signs. Hans then hands it to Kommissar who smiles like she's already won, and Beca feels the same chill in her spine. Kommissar signs and Hans steps over to a printer on the suite's desk.

"Let us share a drink while Hans makes copies," suggests Kommissar.

"Can we make it fast?" Asks Beca looking at her cell phone. "I kind of have a date."

With her eyes cast down Beca doesn't see the look that passes over Kommissar's features. "With that boy? The one I saw you with, after the Dragon League riff-off?"

"Jesse?" Beca asks in clarification. "No, I broke up with him last month."

"You owe me twenty-five more dollars CR."

"Amy! No more betting with CR! Especially about my life!" Hisses Beca.

"With who then mein Feisty Maus?"

Beca feels that Kommissar is a little too curious, "Uhh, you know Chloe…"

"Ahh! The feisty ginger," says Kommissar with a nod of approval. "She is indeed quite beautiful. I can see why you want to be going. Here one toast, and then we finish our game." Kommissar holds up her glass of scotch. Beca does the same, as do CR, Amy, and the members of DSM.

"Here's to new beginnings! Prost!"

Glasses get touched, the clink of glass fill the room, and everyone downs their drink.

Beca is presented with a copy of the contract, as is Kommissar, while a third is placed in the suite's safe.

"Let us return to the table and finish this game," suggests Kommissar. Everyone agrees, and by silent decree only the players and Pieter sit. Beca and Fat Amy stand behind Cynthia Rose, while it seems the whole of DSM now stand behind Kommissar.

Pieter takes the cards, and asks if they are ready for him to deal.

"Okay." Cynthia Rose nods; she already has two pairs, queens and jacks, with two queens and a jack in hand and a jack on the table.

Pieter flips over the remaining cards one by one, among them are a two of diamonds, a queen of hearts, and an Ace of spades.

A huge sense of relief rushes over the young black woman. "Ha ha! Cards on the table," Cynthia Rose cheers, "Full house queens over jacks!" Beca is delighted to hear CR's exclamation. She only knows a little about Poker, but what she does tells her that CR laid down a really decent hand.

Fat Amy leans over and starts reaching for the pile of money, but Kommissar places her hand on the table, "Aces over Jacks." She smiles devilishly.

"Son of a bitch!" Yells Cynthia Rose and Fat Amy in unison.

Beca's a bit crestfallen, but also feels that maybe this will teach the two of them a lesson. "Well this has been fun, but we should get going."

"Not so fast Klein Maus," says Kommissar in a commanding voice. Beca pauses, that feeling of dread creeping further up her spine. Kommissar fixes the petite brunette with the most unsettling of stares. "I'm afraid Klein Maus, you are mine now."

"Son of a bitch!"

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A/N: Hey All, that's the end of the first chapter. Thanks to everyone taking the time to read this. I hope you find the premise humorous, and not too preposterous. This will be a very fun ride.

Please write me, and let me know what you think.