A/N: Hi! Here's chapter one of my new story, "For Good". It won't be as extensive as TNT, but I hope you like it anyway :) I never settle a specific day for updates, because it will all depend on how busy I am. There are some characters of my invention + a few from PP, but overall is all Jeca. Expect some references to my previous story.

Enjoy! :)

Wednesday, December 7th, 2016

Beca knew something was wrong from the moment Jesse didn't pick up the phone or answered any of her texts. He always called her and texted her back immediately, even when he was busy, and the lack of news was starting to get Beca extremely worried. The fact that they were more than 2400 miles apart wasn't helping, either.

She tried it one last time before going to bed that Wednesday. As always, it went straight to voice mail.

"Hey, it's Jesse. Text me."

"What the hell, dude?" She yelled at her phone in frustration. She threw it at the couch and looked out the window of her apartment, immersed in her thoughts.

It was December already, and the weather was cold outside. Beca worked at the Residual Heat Record Label's headquarters in Manhattan, New York, in the A&R department. Beca's main job consisted in finding and recruiting musical talent for the company. Her boss, Frank, was the A&R Director and usually sent her to visit clubs and bars to scout the bands that performed there. She also spent a considerable amount of time searching the Internet for leads using music blogs and fan pages, besides all types of social media. It was a demanding and rather exhausting job, but also very exciting and gratifying. She had also been perfecting her skills as a music producer, and had already helped Frank with two of his projects. She had been living in a nice apartment in Newport, Jersey City, for six months, loved her job and had made new friends, besides she was earning good money. However, there was something missing.

Jesse.

The only time they had separated before was when he graduated early and went to California to work. Beca was supposed to join him after her own graduation, but Jesse returned to Atlanta in the summer and they moved into a nice apartment her dad had given her as a gift for finishing college. They still wanted to relocate to Los Angeles, but their plans were shattered once again when Beca's boss in Residual Heat offered her a job in New York. Jesse had encouraged her to accept it right away, as that kind of opportunity didn't arise every day. However, there was a problem: he also had a secure job as an arranger waiting for him in L.A., and he couldn't refuse it. He moved there a few days after Beca left for New York. They talked three to five times a week, texted each other practically every day and Skyped on Sundays, but it still wasn't enough.

Beca missed her weirdo. She longed for his smooth voice, his puppy eyes, his goofy ways and his talented hands that played the piano so nicely –hell, she even missed his stupid "movications". She had gotten used to his presence, so much that she found it really hard to adjust to her new life in New York when she first arrived there. She couldn't help it, Jesse had been an important part of her life for five years (since they met at freshman year). He also missed her, she know he did. Jesse didn't lie, at least not to her. That was the thing Beca loved most about their relationship: the honesty that existed between them. Jesse was the person she trusted most in the world, and vice versa. It had been like that since they became a couple. However, Beca was afraid things were not going to be like that anymore.

Although a quite independent person, Beca needed someone to comfort her from time to time when things went bad in her life. Most of the times that someone was Jesse, but when he wasn't available or they were at odds, she turned to Chloe for help. Her best friend always knew what to do in a moment of crisis, and Beca was on the verge of a nervous breakdown. She turned away from the window and took her phone, which was lying on the couch.

Chloe's cheerful voice answered from the other side of the line.

"Hi Beca! What's up?"

"Jesse is missing." Beca always cut to the chase.

"What?"

"Jesse. Is. Missing."

"What do you mean he's missing?"

"I can't find him. He has literally vanished. I haven't heard from him in days. He isn't answering my phone calls, my texts, my Facebook messages... Chlo, I'm scared."

"Maybe he's busy."

"Even when he's busy he always returns the calls right away." She was starting to raise her voice. "I'm positive something bad happened to him."

"Beca, calm down."

"Don't ask me to calm down!"

"Hey, don't yell at me!" Chloe snapped back, which was quite unusual in her. It made Beca feel guilty.

"Sorry." She apologized.

"That's better. Now, when was the last time you talked?"

"Last Thursday, almost a week."

"Did you notice anything weird? Something different?"

"No, it was like any other call."

"Have you called his mom?"

"Yes. She's not answering, either."

"What about his dad? Or are we still not talking to him?"

"I called him too, but he said they haven't talked since Thanksgiving."

"That's weird."

"Now do you understand why am I so worried?" Beca said, with desperation.

"I'm sure all of this has a perfectly logical explanation."

"Well, either he's giving me the silent treatment for a reason unknown to me, or he's dead."

"Beca!" Chloe exclaimed.

"I don't know what else to think. If tomorrow I fail to communicate, I'm calling the police."

"What if you ask Fat Amy to go check on his house?" Fat Amy lived in Oakland with Bumper, but she was vacationing in L.A. Beca thought about it for a second.

"That's not a bad idea."

"Mmm hmm."

"All right, I'll call her tomorrow. I'm gonna sleep now, it's almost midnight."

"Everything's gonna be okay, Beca. You'll see."

"Thanks, Chlo."

"Call me if anything else happens, despite the time."

"I will."

Beca hung up the phone. She changed her clothes, brushed her teeth and went straight to bed. However, she didn't sleep right away.

Instead, she put her headphones on and began playing "Don't You (Forget about Me)" as loud as her ears could take it.