Beca smiled, to see the Bellas fast asleep in their beds, hopefully resting up for tommorows competition. She walked outside, to the parking lot, to watch the stars and think, and to worry. She was so involved in her musings, that she didnt notice the man until he was directly behind her, and had her in a chokehold.
She had no time to cry out, no time to move. She was pulled to the ground, her head slamming against the concrete. "Wheres your money , Bitch?" The man's voice was hard and cold, his german accent making her all the more terrified. She fought him, as he ripped open her shirt with a powerful hand, his other hand firmly over her mouth so she couldnt scream.
help ,anyone,for the love of God, why cant the Bellas wake up? I need help. she thought. i cant be raped by this man.
Suddenly, a tall, golden figure raced across the parking lot, slamming into the man, knocking him off of her. Beca watched in awe as her savior fought, taller and stronger than the man. She watched as he turned tail and ran away.
"Beca? Little mouse?" The woman approached her, hesotantly offering a hand to her. "Can you get up? Are you hurt? " Kommissar knelt beside Beca, pulling her close. "Shhhhh. Vertuschen meine süße Maus. Jetzt bin ich hier. Youre in Ordnung"(hush, my sweet mouse. Im here now. Youre alright.)
Beca heard screams, and sobs, high pitched and wracking. It took her several minutes to realize she was making those sounds.
"Shh. Wheres my feisty little mouse?" Kommissar teased gently. "Hey . Youre safe now." People rarely saw this side of her, soft and caring. Usually she only showed this part of her to her family, to the little sister shed practically raised, or to her exgirlfriend.
"Im...sorry..." Beca whispered, clinging to her. She buried her face against Kommissar, inhaling the scent of cinnamon and strawberries. "Thankyou for saving me. You-" She looked up. "Why did you?"
"Well, cant have my little mouse getting hurt, now can I?" Kommissar whispered, brushing Becas hair back. komm jetzt Maus können Sie aufstehen?" (come on now mouse, can you stand up for me?)
Beca stood shakily. "Can you stay with me? I know Its silly, but I have the room by myself, and dont want to be alone-"
"Not silly. Youre scared. Of course ill stay-" Kommissar hugged her tightly, and Beca closed her eyes,feeling warm and safe. "Thankyou. I thought you didnt like me."
"I dont like you when youre performing. But thats just because were competitors-" Kommissar chuckled. "I think you, as a person, are adorable."
Beca blushed, lowering her voice as she lead Kommissar into the rented house, and down the hall into her room . "Theres, uh, only one bed-"
"Dont worry. I dont bite. "Kommissar snapped her teeth jokingly as Beca sank onto the bed , kicking off her shoes. Kommissar lay down beside her, surprised when Beca snuggled against her. "Are you alright, my little mouse?" She asked softly, wrakpping her arms around Beca.
"Youre soft. And you smell good. Like cinnamon ." Beca said softly. She yawned. "The Bellas are going to be pissed when they find you here."
"Hush mousey. Ill tell them what happened. Theyll understand. " she rubbed soft circles on Becas back, to soothe her. "Schlaf mein Liebling der Maus"(sleep my darling mouse.)
"You turn me on when you speak German." Beca gasped. "Shit, did I say that outloud?"
"Yes. Yes you did."Kommissar laughed, as Beca yawned. "Go to sleep. Ill protect you. " she began to hum softly, untill Beca fell asleep. And then, and only then, did Kommissar close her eyes.