Authors notes: so this is my first PP2 fic. I just wanted to expand out the characters while still writing in the confines of the cannon I guess. So hope you like it. I included a song to match each chapter because two musically inclined people understand emotions better through music :)

Somehow I know that it'll all turn out
You'll make me work so we can work to work it out
And promise you kid I'll give so much more than I get
I just haven't met you yet

-Michael Buble, Just haven't me you yet

Chapter One – First Sight

DSM was preparing backstage for the Audi car show performance. They were scattered about the room preparing their final stretches and vocal warm ups. Pieter was leaning on one of the back stage support pillars with his arms crossed, surveying the team's last preparations.

He fidgeted with the uncomfortable high neckline of his dramatic shirt. He was annoyed, and his lack of sleep and patience was showing in his reluctance to engage in the usual pre performance banter.

This was partly due to the Commissar's English only mandate while they were on tour. In his present mood Pieter wasn't interested in the extra thought required to translate needless chatter. It would be hard enough singing in the ridiculous language with only three hours sleep. Their Commissar was right in suggesting that it made them much more appealing to their rather monolingual audience, however it was still rather annoying to have to think about verb order mid harmony. Well they were the best for a reason.

The rest of DSM was chatting happily as they moved through final preparations and last minute problems. There was still a positive vibe within the rest of the group, despite language limitations and lack of sleep. The Bella's failure had provided a well-timed windfall for the group after the financial pressures of the European economic downturn. The tour offer had come very late notice, but the money was needed and they couldn't afford to turn it down despite the inconvenience.

Fortunately they were recycling last year's European Championships performance due to the severe lack of preparation time. The Americans never looked at anything outside their country so it didn't matter if they had performed this set before. It was fortunate that they could execute such a familiar and well-rehearsed set as most of the team was suffering from jet lag after arriving in America two days previous.

An announcement from a stagehand grabbed the room's attention, giving them the signal to get ready. Upon hearing this Pieter pushed off the pillar to organise the troops into formation since the Kommissar was still absent.

She had received a phone call from their manager earlier and was yet to appear. Given the rapid fire German that had issued from her phone as she had departed it hadn't been a nice social call.

As everyone slowly milled into their start positions her authoritative stride announced her entry into the room. Her black leather boots squeaked in time with her long stride as she blew passed two stagehands into the room. The Kommissar's strict hairstyle emphasised the hard expression on her face, while the tight black fitting outfit contrasted with her pale skin, blond hair and sharp cheekbones.

Gauging the non-expression on her face it looked like it had been quite a bad phone call.

"This will do wonders for Mina's mood" Pieter thought grimly.

The Kommissar's hardened gaze fell on her still milling group.

"Positions" She barked

Everyone quickly snapped into their practiced formations as the stagehand gave them a 1-minute countdown. The Kommissar strode towards front of the formation the stand next to Pieter.

Disgruntled at the overly bossy tone, one of their new junior members muttered to her friend "she needs to get laid".

Pieter glanced over to Mina as she faced forward towards the stage. Her lips were turned down slightly. He gave a mental sigh. So she had heard that stupid comment then. He reached out unobtrusively to brush her hand in support. Mina angled her face towards him with a slight smile but Pieter could see her eyes didn't mean it.

The stagehand counted them in for the last ten second remaining as the Kommissar's voice crackled in over the speakers. Pieter just wished that sometimes Mina could catch a break for all the hard work she put in.

At the stagehand's signal the group surged forward to begin their performance. They would give their best; their Kommissar demanded nothing less.

It wasn't till mid performance that Pieter began to start seeing some of the faces in the crowd. The well-practiced set allowed him to focus more on his translated lyrics and his surroundings. The group of girls up the back looked very familiar but he couldn't place them for the life of him. He glanced towards his left as he spun in the routine. Mina was oblivious to anything else but the team's synchronisation and the music. Her passion and love for music was why they did so well competitively.

He turned back to face the group of girls just as he harmonised with Mina after the drop. Ah he remembered who they were, the Barden Bella's. From the looks on their faces they weren't happy about their tour loss and the competition onstage. Pieter had to work hard to repress a smirk. He had done plenty of research on all the members of the group after they had entered their application for Worlds. It always paid to know the competition.

The pubic nudity scandal on national television had even broadcast in Germany. The whole team had been in hysterics watching the Comcast, especially the vapid American judges and their screams.

The set was coming to a close now building up to the finale. Pieter could feel the sweat dripping down his back. His shirt probably resembled a second skin by now. The bright lights and the dancing made things very warm on stage. He belted out the final lines with more passion then usual, owing to the rival onlookers.

"We will be victorious! Come on!" he sung while staring at the Bellas, challenging them to do better. He was doubtful they ever could.

They were all a touch out of breath as they moved back stage. Pieter slugged down half of his drink bottle and ran a towel over his face to absorb the worst of the sweat. The Kommissar stood next to him looking a great deal less worn out but still less than her usual immaculate self. He angled himself towards her blocking her somewhat from the view of the team.

"So what was the phone call about Mina?" he asked quietly. Her lips thinned and her eyebrows creased slightly.

"Our illustrious manager has found more shows in America for us to perform in" she said without inflection.

Pieter mentally grimaced. If Mina wasn't pitching a fit over this then it was higher than a level 7 on the Oh-Shit-Ohmmeter. She only got quiet and emotionless when she was really pissed or upset.

"He has booked us in for a seven new performances on top of the previous Bella tour dates." She said in a low voice. She continued

"He also wants us to perform new sets at each so we can better demonstrate our range and potential to the Americans. I believe he is pushing for us to get scouted by some record labels here so we can break into the American market and by extension the large amounts of money that come with it."

Pieter's eyes widened "But our next performance is a whole state away in two days" he muttered "And the team is still jet lagged to hell and back. There is no way we can put together a set and rehearse between now and then. Is he insane!"

"Keep it down" Mina snapped

"We'll have to figure something else out. The team will break at that pace obviously. I was thinking more towards mashing up a few of our old pieces. The American's seem to love their remixes after all," she said with no small amount of sarcasm.

Pieter nodded and ran his hand through his short hair. "We'll have to stay up tonight planning and mixing then," he said with a frown.

He looked closer at Mina's face. Her stage makeup had done a good job at hiding the lack of sleep but he could still tell. Pieter sighed

"Mina dear when was the last time you slept?" he asked quietly. Her eyes flickered down.

"I got a little last night," she muttered. Pieter rolled his eyes

"Your running on fumes then" he said, while reaching for her hand "I know you didn't sleep on the flight here, or the night before that. You don't fly well leibling." His thumb rubbed a gently circle on the back of her hand.

Mina briefly closed her eyes and sighed.

"That may be true but DSM still need a new set created by tomorrow morning. We'll practice the singing on the bus to Atlanta and the choreography in the hotel rooms when we arrive." She said

She shook off Pieter's hand and concerned gaze, and moved over to the rest of the group who were chatting animatedly and pointing at the crowd.

DSM had spotted the despondent looking Barden Bella's sitting around some tables and were cracking jokes about them in rapid German. Their Kommissar upon approaching the group overheard them. She waited till she had moved directly behind her group before remonstrating them.

"I thought it was understood that English was to be your only language spoken whilst we were in America? Our language practice and accent assimilation will not improve if you continue to forget. To drill this DSM will be practicing a new set every show we do while on tour. We shall start with vocal practice on the bus tomorrow morning." She announced in an commanding voice

There was a collective groan from the group as they contemplated the extra work and the loss of naptime while driving. Lena, one of their strong vocalists spoke quietly

"Sorry Kommissar" she muttered in subdued tones.

Mina, having dealt with the most immediate of problems turned with curiosity to find the talked about Barden Bellas in the audience. Almost instantly she her gaze was attracted by a short brunette in the crowd. Her hair perfectly framed a delicate elven face with slanted cheekbones and dark eyes. Her posture showed her lack of comfort in her surrounding environment. Simply put she was really quite attractive.

Pieter nudged her and pointed over in the girl's direction. Following his finger her heart sank a little. The girl she had been staring at was surrounded by a group of girls that we none other than the Barden Bellas, their rivals. Mina mentally filed away any chances of talking to the elven brunette.

Pieter, after having a devious idea, chuckled to himself and turned to Mina

"Want to give them a real reason to hate us?" he said with a smirk

"I think a verbal beat down is enough to motivate them to work hard for Worlds" he continued in a falsely innocent voice "really we are helping them to improve as a team"

Pieter laid a hand dramatically across his head "when you think about it its our civic duty to set a fire under these poor souls"

The rest of DSM covered barely concealed snorts of laugher. Their Kommissar's lips curled up into a smirk. Maybe she would get to talk to the girl after all.

"Ok listen up everyone here's the plan"

The team began their approach in the agreed upon formation. The Kommissar's long legs quickly ate up the distance between the two groups with her elegant strides. She had prepared her best regal 'I give no shits' face, one primarily reserved for people she didn't like and DSM's manager, whom she also didn't like.

"The Barden Bellas" she drawled upon reaching the staring group. "You came here to see us?" staring straight at the gorgeous brunette at the centre of the group

Mina extended out her hand in a deliberately arrogant move that they had pre orchestrated. Pieter on cue handed over the towel they had snagged from back stage. She feigned dabbing sweat off her neck. The cute girl's eyes started to follow the line of the towel.

Mina lowered her lashes slightly and couldn't help but add

"Is it because you are, what do the American kids say? Jelly?" She asked with an eyebrow quirk.

She noticed the girl's eyes still hadn't left off following the towels movements and her lips curled up in a smirk. Looks like the little mouse was somewhat interested. Well that was intriguing.

She barely heard the red head's reply in the negative. Her gaze was on the slight flush that had spread across the girl's cheeks.

"You know we really should thank you for making this tour a reality, you know, with your bumbling ineptitude " Mina suggested,

Truthfully they really should thank the Bellas on both knees for screwing up as DSM would now be able to make good money for the next three months.

"We should send them something" she mused as she half tuned towards Pieter. She internally winced at the assessing look on his face. It looked like he knows something was up. "Maybe a fruit basket" she suggested.

Almost instantly she gave a mental cringe at the slip. Fruit baskets were not considered a gift for a professional courtesy in Germany, rather something you would give to a close friend or family.

Pieter's eyebrow raise was sure sign he had caught that lapse. Her suspicions were further proven as he added a sarcastic "yum yum" for more dramatic effect. She turned back towards the group and tried to make a quick save "or would you prefer mini muffins" She suggested

The cute brunette spoke up for the first time "Ok we didn't come here to start anything, we just wanted to check you out before Worlds where we are going to kick your ass" she said with a sassy head tilt.

Mina was focused on her lips as they moved, hearing "check you out" and "ass" much louder than the rest of the sentence. She quickly blinked and gathered her bitchy demeanour. She gave into the temptation to step closer.

"you? You are the kicker of ass?" she said as she moved into the girl's personal space.

At this range Mina could smell the pleasant woody sent that she wore and could watch, as the slight blush grew more intense. The girl's eyes flickered down, lingering on Mina's chest. Mina's smirk grew more pronounced, so she definitely wasn't the only interested party here. The girl's eyes glanced guiltily away and to the side as she agreed.

"But you are so tiny!" Mina said looking down on her slightly.

The girl wasn't that short but she was the smallest there and Mina was fully prepared to fire up the height related rage that is "short person syndrome"

Mina further dug in on that point "Like an elf, or is it a fairy?... Sprite?" She suggested.

She mentally shook herself. That was a little too close to her original musings over the girl's attractiveness. Forgetting herself she momentarily slipped back into German in an effort to find a meaner adjective.

"What is the word I'm looking for? " she asked in Pieter

"Troll" he replied with great glee and emphasis

Mina turned back to the girl "that's it" she agreed untruthfully "You are like a troll" she added to confirm her mean image to DSM, who by now was probably a touch concerned that she was losing her killer edge.

The Girl looked her up and down "You are physically flawless" she stuttered Mina's eyes widened slightly and her stomach clenched. Clearly the little mouse was very attracted to her if she forgot herself enough to compliment an enemy. Despite her best interests she started to become intrigued at the idea of seeing someone who didn't filter and polish everything they said. It would be a refreshing change "Thank you" she replied in a slightly taken aback tone. Even Pieter looked surprised and confused next to her The girl blinked quickly "but that doesn't mean I like you" she finished lamely. Mina decided to take that as a cover since the girl's teammates were staring at her in a confused manner. Clearly they didn't know about the girl's preference for German blonds she thought with an internal smirk. She lidded her eyes to stare at the girl making her squirm slightly. Mina smiled if they had met at a club in another time she could have talked this one into bed in ten seconds flat no alcohol required, judging by her reactions. The ginger standing next to the girl seemed to rally in the face of her teammate's distracting attraction. " We are not scared about Worlds because when the Bellas take to the stage we are going to blow minds" she announced. Mina retuned to her examination of the Girl. She would love to blow her mind she though. She vaguely heard Pieter sarcastic reply "With what? More of flabby Abby's baby chute?" he drawled at the Bellas Mina meanwhile was too focused on the subtle clenching of the Girls thighs as she shifted her weight slightly, rubbing herself together minutely. Mina's nostrils flared slightly as she felt a reciprocating heat in her belly. It appeared that the little mouse was quite passionate. Mina would have given quite a bit for a night in bed with her just to see how feisty she really was. She barely heard the sniping exchange going on next to her as she stared at the blushing Bella. She snapped back to the conversation at Pieter's implications of a hot mess. She knew full well that he was referring in part to her abnormal focus on the brunette, especially as Mina still had yet to move out of her personal space. This was an unusual tactic for someone who was usually private and not inclined to causal touching or closeness. She had to end this conversation now before it got too out of hand and her image as cold-hearted commander was forever ruined. "Darlings" she drawled "- please take my advice. Don't try and beat us. You cannot. We are the best" she finished with a smirk. She took a last look at the attractive brunette and fervently hoped she would get a chance to see her again sometime "-and now we must go. I need to rest my neck. It is sore from looking down on you" Mina said turning to leave gracefully with dignity intact. She barely heard the last words from the Girl as they walked off "Yeah well your sweat smells like cinnamon and you make me sexually confused!" she called out, face palming shortly afterwards. Mina's smile went from a tiny lip curl back to a full blown smirk as they exited the room towards their bus. It looked like this evening had turned out much more interesting than she had originally thought.

She noticed Pieter's curious gaze out of the corner of her eye. She decided to attempt avoiding his notice and marched ahead towards the bus trying to head off any chance of him getting her alone. She definitely hoped that her and the little mouse would meet again. Perhaps it was time for some research she thought with a grin.

So I hope you liked it. I'm half way through the second chapter and have a solid plan for the rest of the fic. Please read and review ! constructive criticism is welcome