A/N: Hey guys, I'm just letting y'all now I'm going to choose from this story or 'Wrong Turn' which ever gets more response is the story I'll finish. Hope you like it.
Beca Mitchell's pulse quickens and there's beads of sweat on her forehead despite it being a fairly cool night. She sets off running down impossibly skinny alleys of downtown Barden. She knows full well that she's not getting away this time but she might as well make the donut eating, lazy ass cops sweat a little.
She easily hops the fence at the end of the alley and mid way she chucks her faithful Glock 32 in the green paint chipped, industrial sized garbage bin. Her heart broke to throw it away since she's had it ever since she started in the 'business' nine years ago. Which says a lot because she's only nineteen. That being said she doesn't want to have another reason why the cops could charge her.
She sped off turning right into another alley, she could hear the feet scuffles of the cops on feet and the police sirens. She could hear the cops yelling at her to freeze and stop running but Beca isn't going to give in that easily.
Unbelievably when she reaches the end of the alleyway there's no cops, no squad cars, no sirens. She's in the clear and her heart burst in joy. Who knew Posen, the head of Barden PD could be so stupid? She usually has her bulldogs cover every area possible. Looks like she's getting messy, probably becoming more desperate to catch all the bad guys. Or maybe someone's going to get fired for not doing their job.
Either way, if she just speeds up and she could manage to ditch the cops that are behind her, she's home free. Beca smirks, good thing she's known for her quick speed and well, wit. She launches herself forward, practically screaming out of joy when she's cut off by the bulkiest, black Cadalliac Escalade she has ever seen.
She turns knowing the cops have probably caught up to her or they soon will. She sighs and mentally curses herself for getting too cocky.
A red headed women steps out of the Escalade, gun pointed directly at Beca, "put your hands up! Beca Mitchell, you are under arrest."
Beca rolls her eyes as the cops (that by the way are out of breath and Beca can't help smirk about it) handcuff her and read her the Miranda rights.
One of the cops mumbles, "you're gonna get what you deserve Mitchell."
Beca only chuckles, "I've never heard that Miranda right before. Is it new?"
The redheaded women who's wearing a black blouse tucked into black dress pants is talking to some other cops as Beca's being led towards a squad car. When she notices Beca being moved she walks over to them.
"Load her into the Escalade, she's riding with me." The women directs the cop.
"Load her?" Beca says feigning hurt. "I'm not a package."
The women rolls her impossibly blue eyes, "is there any way we could get a muzzle on her as well?"
Beca laughs, "you wound me."
The redhead walks to the other side of the monster of a vehicle, while Beca gets roughly pushed into it. Beca can't help it notice that the women doesn't seem much older than Beca is and if that's the case than either Posen is getting desperate or this women is really really good.
The door is shut and immediately locked. Beca shifts and using her hands and wincing as she realizes that her wrist are bleeding from the tightness of the handcuffs, fucking cop.
Beca awkwardly fidgets (as much as she can) as the women reaches across and buckles her in. There eyes meet and Beca gets lost in the blue of them again. Beca knows blue, her own eyes are that color but these eyes are something else. She looks away and Beca's smirks as the other women's cheeks redden slightly.
She clears her throat, "I'm Beca Mitchell, but you knew that and I would shake your hand as any polite person would but well...you know."
"I'm Detective Beale." She says shortly.
"Oh, Posen's new bulldog?" Beca asks her tone patronizing. "Did she sic you on this case? Are you going to get a treat for catching me? Is this just a game of fe-"
"Would you shut up?" Beale shouts sternly.
Beca's eyes widen in fake shock, "jeez and you aren't even the one facing possible imprisonment."
"Please." Her tone is genuinely pleading. "Be quiet."
Beca backs off a bit, "stressful day catching a nineteen year old street thug?"
Beale only laughs.
They go insanely quiet for a while and Beca finds herself humming. Beale gives her a strange look, "you don't seem phased that you're heading to jail."
Beca shrugs, "I have faith in my lawyer."
Beale smirks and Beca bites her lip from smiling at how good it looks on the detectives lips.
Beca taps her still handcuff, still bleeding hands on the table of the interrogation room. It's a grey room with a long, ugly metal table with two chairs, one in which Beca is sitting in, in the middle.
Posen (first name Aubrey) walks in with two coffee's in her hand.
"Still have your caffeine addiction?" Beca asks.
"Well one of them was for you but I'll keep it instead." Aubrey says sitting in the chair across Beca.
Beca smirks, "how can someone so pretty be so mean."
"How can someone so tiny be so ruthless?" Aubrey bites back.
Beca tenses, "I'm not ruthless, Posen and you know it."
Aubrey doesn't miss a beat, "then who is Beca? Who is the ruthless one?"
"I know what you're doing and isn't going to work on me." Beca is nothing if not loyal. She knew that and Posen knew that, so why they targeted her was a mystery to Beca.
"You're going to jail then." Posen says coldly.
"What?" Beca fakes enthusiasm. "That's great than I can get myself tons of bitches."
Chloe Beale who is observing their conversation behind the double sided mirror winces at the derogatory word Beca used. She briefly wondered why Beca chose the life she had. Chloe of course had read files and files of how Beca got involved with this underground lifestyle but she wanted to know why. Beca is obviously clever and if she's being honest, kind of charming. She could of lead a good life but she chose this one instead and Chloe would figure out why.
Back in the interrogation room Beca is starting to sweat. She wasn't lying when she said she had faith in her lawyer but she also knew Posen. Posen gets what she wants and if what she wants is Beca to go to prison then Beca's screwed. She made a promise to stay out of the cement block to the only person she's ever really loved and she intended on keeping it. Posen must be feeling it as well because she takes of her fitted blazer, leaving her in just a grey t-shirt and jeans. Her blonde hair falls over her shoulders framing her flawless face and her green eyes stare relentlessly at Beca, pleading her for answers.
The tension grows and Beca does what she does best, "is that formal attire, Posen?"
"Beca," her voice takes on a finality that makes Beca nervous. "I'm going to give you a choice."
Beca nodded. Behind the double mirror Chloe's palms started to sweat. This was going to be the thing that determined if Chloe would get to know the big 'why' about Beca or not.
Posen continues, "you can go to prison or you can work with-"
"Prison." Beca says in a flash. No way in hell is she going to help Posen and her bulldogs take down her family. Well, as close to family she's ever known.
"Beca, think about this." Aubrey says.
"Okay." Beca's quiet for a second, feigning thought. "Prison."
Aubrey closes her eyes and pinches the bridge of her nose.
Beca shakes her head, "how's Stacie?"
Through her teeth she says, "don't talk about my wife."
Beca's in genuine shock, "your wife?!"
Aubrey tries to backpedal but Beca cuts her off. "That's rich. You guys elope or did Stacie just decide not to invite her little sister?"
"We're not talking about this. It's either you help us or jail time, you decide." And with that she storms out.
Behind the mirror Chloe gasps.
"I should of said something." Aubrey says sounding exasperated. "Sorry."
Chloe vigorously shook her head, "no, it's okay."
Chloe really didn't know what to say. Beca is Aubrey's sister in law? What would you even say to that?
"Should I talk to her?" Chloe's asks, turning away to look back at Beca. The girl honestly is attractive. Even in a ripped grey sweatshirt, faded ripped jeans and wind ruffled hair she was stunning. Chloe knew she shouldn't think that way about a suspect but she couldn't help being honest.
"No, I'll get Stace to call Jesse." Aubrey says.
"Jesse?"
"Yeah, Beca's brother."
"Is he apart of the crime ring?"
"Yes." Aubrey sighs, knowing Chloe's next question.
"If he's a cooperating participant that's apart of the ring, why can't we talk to him?" Chloe asks.
"Because he's not going to eat on his family." Aubrey says.
"What about Stacie?"
Aubrey just remains silent.
Chloe grows angry, "you're withholding information that's crucial to this case, my case because she's your wife? I don't think I have to remind you that that's against the law."
"It's complicated." Aubrey says calmly. "Why do you think she changed her last name to Conrad? And don't stress, Beca will agree, trust me."
Chloe nodded, she better.
"Jess, why'd you call the station? Are you crazy?" Beca whisper-yells into the phone's receiver (by the way, holding a phone with a handcuffs is hard).
"I'm eating pizza." Beca's confused for a second and then gets it. It's code for take the deal.
"What store did you get it from?" How'd you know about the deal?
"Fat Amy's." Their lawyer, sadly not a code name.
"Oh true. Did you know about Ace?" Did you know Stacie got married?
There's no answer and Beca knows that Jesse probably knew.
"Okay, enjoy your pizza." I'll take the deal. "I miss you, a lot." I love you, stay safe.
"I miss you, too." I love you, too. "Beca, don't be stupid and just listen."
Beca rolls her eyes, that's not code. "Okay." She hangs up.
"I'll do it Aubrey," Beca randomly calls out. "I know you can hear me!"
Aubrey walks back into the room blazer on, smile bright, "I thought you might."
She leans over unlocking Beca's cuffs, "you're free to go."
"What?" Beca asks, rubbing her sore (as fuck) wrists. "I just leave?"
"Yup, you know the way out." Aubrey shrugs and leaves. She pops back in a second later and Beca prepares herself to hear the 'just kidding' instead she says, "you should clean your wrists to prevent infection."
Beca nods her head approvingly, that was easier than she thought.
A/N: Do you really think Beca is going to be let out that easily? What's the deal with Stacie marrying the head of Barden PD? What's the deal with Chloe calling Beca 'stunning'? Find out...