The sunlight shone harsh and strong over the desert, and the group of men that had been tirelessly trekking over its domain were relieved to finally enter the shade of the mountain of rocks which interrupted the flat sandy ground.

At the front, a skinny man with dark brown eyes perused the pile, seemingly unbothered by the temperature of the evening, despite the fact he was clad in all black clothes, along with mask.

"Sir, what are we doing here, if you don't mind me asking." One of his goons stepped forward, seemingly a little uneasy.

"Hush, Grain, and watch." The other ordered, not even bothering to face him as he approached the lump of rocks. From a hidden pocket he pulled a beat-up old book, which he folded open to a page. He read quietly, his lips moving as he memorised the words, before looking up at the boulders before him. Slowly, as if unsure of himself, he placed a gloved hand on the surface of the rock, and moved his hand firmly. Surprisingly, the great stone shifted in it position, and the sand by the man's feet began to fall away as the floor beneath it moved, revealing a small, square gap, into which a ladder dipped into.

At this, the small man's eyes lit up.

"Bingo." He muttered as he gazed into the holes murky depths.

Between the dusty shelves of the great library, a young female rushed, her hands brushing against a few stacked books as she searched tirelessly. Quickly, she ceased her swift movement down the shelf and stopped at a blue hardback, pulling out the heavy literature. She placed it into her bag triumphantly before she was on her way again, breezing past other young adults and through the main lobby as she headed for the door behind the desk. Her footsteps were quick, and she kept her head ducked down, and, for a moment, she felt like she was going to make it.

"Be-caw!" A call sounded from behind her, and she froze in her spot, letting out a long sigh as her shoulders slumped. The young woman spun to face the speaker, and was met with none other than the goofy grin of Professor Jesse Swanson.

"Professor Swanson." She greeted with a tight lipped smile as he approached. He shook his head as he stopped in front of her.

"I thought I told you to call me Jesse?"

"I thought I told you to leave me alone." Beca shot back as she turned and started again, for her office, hoping he would take the hint. Sadly, he did not.

"Actually I have a serious matter to talk about." Jesse's features suddenly became solemn, and Beca turned round in surprise.

"What about?" She enquired, a little suspicious now. Beca trusted Jesse, she had met him and their friend, Benji, three years ago when they became neighbours in college. It was inevitable, really, that they would be good friends, despite the brunettes attempts to push the men away. They persisted, however, and a strong friendship had bloomed. One that Beca had not been willing to form, but she didn't really have a choice about it now. So, if Jesse's joking suddenly stopped, then it was definitely very important.

The young man's eyes flickered about self-consciously, and he ran a hand through chocolate hair.

"This isn't the best place to talk. May we…?" He gestured a hand to her office door, and, in response, she nodded. The two went inside, and, once Beca had place her bag down and her book on a table in the corner, she leant against the desk with her arms crossed, staring at Jesse's anxiousness. He was sitting in the chair that was opposite from her desk, nervously twiddling with his thumbs, which, if you know Jesse, he doesn't normally do. As usual, he was dressed in a navy blue suit, his blazer casually unbuttoned and Beca had no doubt as to why he was a very well liked teacher with the student body. He was hot, there was no denying, with his boyish charm and good looks, but, Beca would never admit that out loud. Still, Jesse just wasn't her type. She didn't know what that was, exactly, but, apparently, it wasn't Jesse.

"Three days ago… Um… Three days ago Benji was supposed to come back from his holiday. But, he didn't." Jesse informed her, and Becas eyebrows shot skywards.

"Shit."

"Yeah I know. Naturally, I was worried, so I checked his apartment." Jesse gulped as he continued, "the whole… The whole place was completely ransacked. There wasn't a table unturned. I didn't know what to do, so I came to you."

"Shit..."

"You're the only person I trust around here. You can never be too careful these days." He added, eyeing the door.

"Have you told anyone else about this? Or do you think anyone's realised he's missing, too?" Beca asked, adjusting her blouse. She couldn't help it; like Jesse, she fiddles with stuff when she's worried or nervous. Which, again, doesn't normally happen. Beca could already tell today was definitely going to be peculiar.

"Not that I know of. I mean, he usually calls his mother every week but she died about a month ago." Jesse shrugged sadly, his brown eyes meeting steely blue; and, instantly, a connection had been made. They both knew what the other was thinking, the idea floating around all edges of the room. Benji wouldn't just take his inheritance from his deceased mother and go. That's just not Benji thing to do. With a shake of her head, Beca chased away the thought, deeming it was close to impossible. Instead, she turned her mind to darker thoughts. The possibility that Benji knew something he shouldn't have, have something others wanted, or done something that would undoubtedly land him in trouble.

"Do you think something might have happened to him, Becs?" He asked, uncharacteristically quiet as his eyes trained the patterns of wooden floor. Beca shrugged with one shoulder, currently engaging in the same activity as he was. However, her voice was sterner, more angry than sad. Because, if it were choice of the two, Beca would pick angry every time.

"I don't know, but I'll be damned if I just stand here and let it." She promised through grating teeth, sharp features looking menacing in the low lamp light of the room. Ignoring her book and the work that was sprawled out over her desk, she marched to the hat stand and pulled her black jacket on over her blue plaid shirt. The petit brunette was definitely one of more casual clothes than most of the other professors. But she was comfortable with her black jeans, and had been since her teen years, so she was going to stay that way.

Jesse, suddenly curious, jumped from his seat.

"Where are you going?" He enquired.

"Benji's apartment. Best place to start." She explained simply. She had around 2 hours until her next History class, it should be enough time to find immediate evidence that gave away what exactly had happened to Benji Applebaum.

Beca was out of the door within a few seconds, a worried Jesse following after her, increasingly surprised at how fast her short legs could take her.

When Jesse said that Benji's apartment had been ransacked, he had not been exaggerating. In fact, the description had been, if anything, an under statement. Not a table was left standing as she pushed open the door and observed the surroundings that had once been full of the love that was Benji's affection. Ever since his nerdy magic faze during his own college years, Benji Applebaum didn't have a whole lot that was truly his, not just something his mother had bought for him. But this apartment truly showed how stylish and attentive the young man could be when involving something he could have for himself. Or... it used to. Now, as the physical light drained from the smashed light bulb over head, the lampshade that had once calmed its brightness no where in sight, so did the emotional connection Benji had from the room. It was like watching the slowly fade from a friends eyes as you stab them in the gut. Something Beca has, unfortunately, had first had experience with.

She gingerly stepped over the upturned coffee table as she reminisced quietly about many evenings she and her two friends had spent sitting around it, lazily draining their drinks as they swapped banter. Papers and files from the desk were sprawled around the room messily, most of the pages crumpled due to an aggressive grip, and the desk itself had been thrown into a wall, making a dent in the russet wallpaper, and leaving the splintered body lying half-hazardly on the floor. Picture frames were smashed, the carpet was torn up and every desk had been ripped from it's place and emptied out, the contents squashed under what seemed to be large feet. As Beca surveyed the hectic mess, the young man that accompanied her forced himself not to look at the remains of his friends apartment for the second time that day. Unfortunately, this led to Jesse's eyes capturing a picture of he and his three friends graduating college together, all clad in silky blue gowns and matching caps, bright smiles on each of their faces; including Beca's. Benji's mom had taken the picture.

"You... Weren't kidding." Beca broke the long silence, running her hand through chocolate locks nervously.

"I wouldn't joke about something like this." He shook his head in dismay, risking a glance up at his female friend. A moment passed, and Beca slowly spun in her space, eyes landing on the way they had come in. She noted the circular dip the doorknob had made against the wall, something that had never been there before. Benji was definitely not a type to throw open doors that aggressively.

"Someone was looking for something. Something they needed." She told Jesse.

"Yeah?" He asked, eyebrows raised.

"Yeah. But, whatever it was, they never found it." With that she began the search herself, moving around the room slowly and precise. A confidence hung about Beca Mitchell in a way that only she could pull off. Even though she found out about the predicament only twenty minutes ago, Jesse felt his friend knew everything that was happening; where Benji was and why. He too copied her actions and crouched to sort through the papers on the floor.

"But, what would Benji have that someone else would want? And this much? He's a college professor, not a government agent." He reminded her, smoothing out the pages between his fingertips. She bit her lip at the question, slowly turning the desk onto its four legs again, silently surprised at how it was still standing.

"I don't know... I was hoping you could tell me that. You are his best friend, after all."

"We're all best friends, Beca."

"Yeah, but, you two always had a connection more than I did."

Jesse simply nodded his head, "well, I don't think he ever said anything that suspicious. If Benji had something he shouldn't have, he would have said something."

"Mull over it, that's all I'm saying. I really need you to think right now, Jess." She sighed, brazing the room again. She froze suddenly, eyeing the place where the table had collided with the wall. The paper was crumpled, torn at one edge, and the wood that padded the wall underneath could be seen. Now that she thinks about it, thats quite unusual. No one in a Georgia apartment block had wooden walls, they were all made of plaster; wood was very impractical and a fire hazard. She edged closer, brow furrowed, and pulled the paper gently down, exposing more of the wall. A hole that was just large enough to fit a finger inside could be seen from where it was place slightly edged to the side of a groove in the wood. Beca held back a gasp as she recognised the peculiar alignment to be the edge of a cupboard. A cupboard in the wall. That the infiltrators to Benji's apartment had missed. This must be it.

"Beca what are you..." She hard Jesse's voice behind her trail off, guessing he must have seen the discovery as well. Hand at the ready, Beca moved forward and, hooking her finger into the gap, pulled gently. At first nothing happened, so she tugged a little firmer, and the cupcoard popped open.

It was nothing really, just a shelf and a safe built into the wall below it. Nothing was on the shelf apart from Benji's jar of change, and a lollipop. Beca groaned in frustration, resisting the urge to punch the wall beside her.

"Nothing! Ugh!" She spat after a string of curse words escaped her lips. Jesse stopped her aburuptedly on her path towards the door and walked over to the cupboard.

"Hang on, what's in the safe?" He questioned.

"I don't know, probably more of his sweet collection and his savings for paris?" Beca hissed sarcastically. The brunette boy shook his head at his childhood pal.

"You really don't know Benji do you? That sweet? This money? It's a distraction. And this is exactly why. Idiot's like you will think that it's all that will be in there, and a waist of your time. Therefore, the ultimate defence mechanism. Benji's not just a a pretty face, you know." He chuckled jokingly. Beca's eyebrow arched as she crossed her arms.

"Idiot's like me?" She asked. Suddenly, Jesse's face became serious.

"Beca, focus; we have a safe to crack."

So, yeah, this is my first fan fiction. I apologise for the slow pace, and any mistakes I didn't take care of. Also I'm English so anything like "mum" instead of "mom", is going to appear. Sorry. It's based of that comedy sketch Anna Kendrick did for red nose day. I couldn't help myself, I'm sorry.

Next chapter: a wild Chloe appears! Along with a Junk.

Disclaimer: I do not own Pitch Perfect or Indiana Jones.