Chloe was just finishing up the last of the paper work for the day when her phone started playing Titanium loudly from the drawer of her desk. With a bright smile she opened the desk and grabbed her phone. Swiping her thumb across the screen she answered cheerfully.

"Hey baby. I was just about to lea-"

"Chloe I need help."

The bubbly doctor's attitude turned on its head. "Beca what's wrong? Are you ok?"

"Chloe you need to come home right now. Not in five minutes or three. I mean you need to be here ten minutes ago."

Chloe jumped to her feet and shuffled the papers into the last file on her desk. "Alright I'm leaving right now. I'll be there in ten minutes ok Becs? Just stay put."

Rushing out of the office Chloe dropped the file off at the front desk and left a few orders for some of the other surgeons who were coming in for the night. Racing out to her car Chloe tossed her bag into the passenger's seat before throwing her heels into the floor. Slipping on her flats she turned on the mini coup and peeled out of the parking space.

Every worse-case scenario was running frantically through her mind. Sure Beca was sometimes forgetful when she was hit with inspiration for a mix and would forget to lock the doors but it couldn't be that bad. Right?

By the time Chloe had gotten into the apartment complex lot, after breaking several traffic laws, she raced to the building heading straight for the stairs. Being only a two story complex in a gated community had its perks of accessibility. Running as fast as she could in form fitting slacks the red head paused at the door checking to see if there might have been a forced entry. Seeing that there wasn't Chloe twisted the handle finding it unlocked.

"Becs what happened?" Chloe whispered stepping into their home.

It looked like a war zone that a tornado and earthquake decided to crash. Furniture was flipped every which way. Books, papers, shoes and magazines were thrown across the floor. Was that an iPhone charger on the fan?

Moving slowly Chloe looked around the corner that led into the kitchen. There on the counter of the island was Beca. Brandishing a ladle in one hand and a rolling pin, when did they get that, in the other the DJ watched the hall attached to the other side of the living room warily.

"Babe? What's going on?"

Beca's eyes snapped to Chloe before looking back at the hall.

"It came out of nowhere. It just fucking appeared."

Chloe approached the shorter woman slowly. Raising her hands slowly to chest height she talked softly.

"Ok Becs just slowly lower the ladle and pin."

Beca scoffed before a girlish squeak came out of her mouth.

"Oh my god there it goes!"

The next think Chloe knew the brown haired DJ was trying to climb up onto her shoulders. Surprised she stumbled back a few steps knocking into the fridge.

"Beca. Beca baby you got to calm down or I'm not going to be able to get it."

The DJ trembled and allowed the older woman to place her on the counter near the fridge. Chloe turned and walked off into the living room, disappearing from her sight. Beca listened closely for a moment before hearing the front door open then close. After what seemed like an eternity the door opened and closed again.

Chloe walked into the kitchen with her heels and bag. Setting them down on the island she turned to the sink and scrubbed her hands.

"You got it?" Beca asked in a shaky voice.

Chloe remained quiet as she shut off the water and dried her hands. She walked over and wrapped the younger woman up in a hug and pecked her lips.

"You and your fear of mice. I told you we should have gotten a cat."