Disclaimer: I do not own Pitch Perfect, or Flula Borg- that beautiful man.

Beca had been pacing around her hotel room for over an hour. She arrived at ten in the morning and she was supposed to meet with a record label at noon. Now she was debating whether or not to go. It has been a year since World's and over a year on her internship. Now she's an accredited assistant producer at Residual Heat, and her boss had even told her she was advanced enough to go solo. That's why she was here in the first place, he had given her a contact and told her "this genre is more of your forte."

She glanced at the clock on the wall; 11:23.

"Shit…shit, shit, shit!" she grabbed her bag and scurried to the lobby.

The doorman directed her to cab that was supposed to drive to her destination. Thirteen minutes later, she waved off the taxi driver, and stared up at the large studio. Beca walked inside, no one took any notice and people continued to brush past her, going about their business. Thinking she could blend in with the wall, she went to go sit, surprised to find someone occupying the seat that was empty a moment ago.

"Well, well. I am sure Kommissar will be amused to hear her little maus is here."

Pieter Krämer looked up from his newspaper with a grin, Beca continued to gape at him. It's not like it was completely weird to see him here. She did travel all the way to Germany, of course she was going to run into members of Das Sound Machine. She shook her head, and checked her watch; 11:54.

"Listen, I don't want to have any confrontation with you or Kommissar, I'm just supposed to meet someone at noon…here…in this building…"

Pieter looked at his watch, and stood up, "Looks like you're here right on time, come."

Beca scrunched her face, "Uh, oh no. Don't tell me, you're the one I'm supposed to be meeting with?"

"Welcome to Germany, little maus. You wanted to talk business? Follow me."

She awkwardly followed him to an elevator, up three flights and through multiple corridors. "Why is this place so huge?"

He laughed, and opened the door to a modest sized office, "This building serves as DSM's headquarters, as well as a recording studio," he gestured to the chair, "Please, take a seat."

"You know why I'm here, right?" she pulled out her portfolio, and handed him a USB.

He inserted the USB and opened up her files, "You want to produce music, obviously."

She made a face, "Well, yeah. My boss sent me here, because he said my forte would work better with this genre."

Pieter played a few tracks, and turned to her, "So you are interested in techno, and remixes." Beca nodded, he continued, "And you also participate in acapella."

"Well, I used to. I haven't been in a group for a year now. I'm not in the Bellas anymore."

"Hmm." he stood up and began to walk around, he quickly turned to face her, "You could join us in DSM."

"What?" she laughed, "No, no, no, no…wait. You're serious?"

"DSM is respected here in Germany, we have many sponsors and many fans. To work with us and showcase your skills, can only benefit your cause."

"I know, but I don't know." Beca took her USB and portfolio, shoving them back in her bag.

"Das Sound Machine is one of the most prestigious non-collegiate acappella groups with worldwide renown. We hold rigorous tryouts, and often weed out many hopefuls, accepting only one every few years. I am asking you to join us."

Beca stood up and walked to him, still dwarfed by his height, "So you mean, I don't have to audition, or are you severely desperate for me?"

He leaned against a bookshelf, shortening the height difference, "I am saying, you were a very talented captain of the Bellas, and I would like to utilize those talents for Das Sound Machine."

Beca stared at him and paused, "…Do I have to audition?"

He shrugged, "No, but you do have to let me take you out for dinner."

She raised her hands in defense, "Whoa, whoa, whoa. What?"

Pieter stood and crossed his arms, "I mean unless you are still with that boy, what was his name? Jesse?"

Beca squinted at him, "No, I'm not dating Jesse anymore."

He raised his brow questioningly, "Oh?"

"Yeah, we broke up like three months ago," she started walking around the room, "I told him I wanted to move to Germany, since my boss gave me this contact for work. He didn't want to, blah, blah, blah," she quickly turned to Pieter, "and then like a few weeks later, I find out he's dating Aubrey! Like, dude! What the hell?"

"What a shame." he shook his head.

"If I go on a date with you, I don't have to deal with confrontations with Kommissar, right?"

Pieter scoffed, and started to walk out of the room, he led Beca to the elevator, "No. You wouldn't have to deal with her in a flirtatious matter at all, she is happily committed to her girlfriend. What is her name? Stacie. Ja, that's it."

Beca grabbed his arm, "Stacie? Like, Barden Bella Stacie?"

He nodded, and she made a face, "Whaaaat? When did that even happen?"

They boarded the elevator and rose up four more flights. "Sometime after World's, Kommissar tells me she hit it off with some girl. I'm like, 'Oh cool, who?' and she introduces me and at first I had no problem with the girl. Now every time I go to visit Kommissar, this Stacie answers the door, scantily clad, and tries to pull me into a three way. No thank you."

Beca laughed out loud and he pulled her along the hallway, "Wow! You're mad at Stacie because she wants to have a threesome? Isn't that like a guy's dirty dream come true?"

Pieter scowled, "You think it's funny? I think it's gross, I don't want to be harassed every time I forget my notebook in Kommissar's living area. Please keep your clothes on, I respect personal space, stop being a slu-"

"Beca?! Beca Mitchell!" Beca and Pieter whipped around to see Stacie stomping towards them. She shrieked and squeezed Beca against her breasts, "Oh my God! I heard you were coming here, I didn't know it would be today!"

Pieter cleared his throat, "Yes well, where is K-"

"Kom Kom? Oh she's inside," she scurried to the nearby door and unlocked it. "Kom Kom! Beca is here! Guys come in, come in."

"Must she say everything twice?" Pieter muttered, Beca awkwardly nodded. Kommissar stood up from her couch, she looked a lot less intimidating not wearing any black.

Smirking, she looked down at Beca, "Welcome, little maus. I trust Pieter has been accommodating your every need?"

Once again flustered by the German woman, Beca stumbled over a sentence, "Well, I haven't slept with him, if that's what you're asking." Beca internally face palmed.

Stacie looked at her and nodded with sympathy, "Same."

"Anyway," Pieter shook his head, "this is DSM's newest recruit."

Kommissar looked her over, "She is still a little maus to me, Pieter." she circled around Beca, "Am I supposed to give her new quarters and begin training with her?"

"That can wait until tomorrow, when the rest of the crew is here."

Beca looked at the Germans, "I do have a hotel room-"

"Nonsense, little maus," Kommissar laughed, "you are now one of the voices that fill Das Sound Machine. Pieter give her the tour."

She waved them off and Beca shuffled out the door with Pieter in tow. "So, I really don't have to deal with her much…other than training?"

Pieter shrugged, "She is usually very busy, not only with Stacie."

"What did she mean by the tour?"

Pieter opened two large, metal doors, "This training facility is for DSM use only. We train as a whole twice a week, and practice our routines. The rest of the week is training on personal time."

Beca walked into the spacious room, "This place is massive! You've got an entire gym in here!" The weight lifting equipment was set up in the back in a smaller room, cardio in the small room beside it, and it the front of the room were foam mats for aerobics.

Pieter clasped his hands behind his back, "Yes, this open space right here, is where we practice synchronizing our routines. Come along." Beca followed him into the hall and up a flight of stairs, "Every member of DSM lives in this building. Kommissar and I occupy the two upper most levels since we are the leaders. The other members have to share their floors with a roommate."

"Where am I going to live?"

He unlocked the door, "Depends on when you are checking out of your hotel and who has space. This," he pushed open the door, "is my floor."

Industrial sized glass windows all along the wall, a comfortable entertainment area, an assortment of DJ equipment occupied a smaller room. There was a walk in kitchen with an island and a bar. Beca looked around in awe, "Dude, do you ever leave this place?"

He smirked, "Yes, I go to the market every week."

She turned to him, "How long have you been in DSM?"

He blinked, "I have been here for ten years, Kommissar and I auditioned and were recruited at age eighteen."

Beca tilted her head, "So you're twenty-eight."

"Yes, little maus, I had already been drinking alcohol for a few years by the time I joined. What about you?"

"I graduated college a year ago, I only legally started drinking two years ago."

"Twenty-three."

"Glad you can count?" she smirked, she gave him a thoughtful look, "So, why did you ask me out for dinner?"

Pieter walked and lounged on the couch, "Something about you sparks my interest. I haven't had much more conversation with you than witty, smack talk."

She laughed, "Oh and you think one date is going to change that?"

He stared up at her, "I was thinking a few more consecutive dates."

Beca stared at him, "Wait, you actually really want to date me? Are you sure this isn't a prank? Someone must be messing with me. Is this because of World's?"

He stood up and silenced her, "Is it so hard to believe I am genuinely interested in a progressive relationship with you?"

She made a face and nodded, "Uh yeah? You're a large, intimidating, acapella rival," she looked away and glanced around, "You're the size of a giant, I mean like an attractive, physically fit giant. I don't know, I don't trust people."

Pieter smirked, and nodded, "Would you like a drink?"

"Yes." she sat down at the bar and he opened his cooler, "What do you want, little maus?"

Beca scanned the shelves; many types of beer, various soda cans and water. "Root beer I guess."

"What?" he handed her a can, and opened a bottle of beer, "Not even a real beer?"

"Dude, it's a little bit past one in the afternoon.."

He shrugged at her, "It's five o'clock somewhere," she shook her head and he swallowed, "Do you have a dress? Something a bit more fancy."

Beca stared at him, "I didn't really pack fancy clothes, I might have a dress somewhere? Does our date really need that?"

He tilted his head in a smirk, "I mean, you don't really need clothes if you prefer…" Beca nearly choked on her beverage, Pieter rested his forearms on the counter, "It's not for our date, DSM has a performance in two days, and we do have to dress well for the event."

Beca continued to choke, her eyes watering and her hand against her mouth. He shook his head and passed her a small towel. "Am I supposed to dance with you guys? I mean two days is hardly enough time to learn choreography."

"No of course you're not participating. You are just going to sit at our table as a special guest."

Beca slammed her empty can on the counter, "Lets do this." Pieter started to pull his shirt off, Beca jumped up, "Hey! Whoa, whoa, whoa! No, I will not be seduced on the first date with your…your tantalizing abdominals!"

He lowered his shirt, "As you wish."

Beca fixed her hair, "So, where did you want to go for dinner?"

"How about I keep that a surprise and pick you up at your hotel later tonight?" He winked and disposed of their waste. He checked his watch, "Your taxi must be downstairs, I'll walk you out."

After she directed the driver, Pieter leaned into her window, "Be sure to wear something nice." Before she could respond, he patted the cab and walked back inside.

A/N: Hey guys! Okay yeah so I watched Pitch Perfect 2 and I have been swooning over Flula, aka Pieter. When we went to see the movie, I told my boyfriend: "Flula oughta be getting laid." Which is exactly what I plan for them in this story. They're probably out of character, and it is probably a little rushed, by a little I mean a lot. There is a lot of dialogue and not enough tension between Kommissar and Beca, but guess what! This is supposed to be a big smut for Pieter and Beca and I don't know why I am posting this.