Hey guys! So this is my first fanfic ever so show me some community love and please rate my story! I am going for a spy version of Pitch Perfect but I hope to still keep the chemistry and main plot of the movie intact. I really hope you like it!

& I do not own Pitch Perfect or any of its characters.

CHAPTER 1:

She remembered how awkward her getting assigned to this mission was.

Working for the government wasn't exactly a glamorous job in the first place. It was a collage of polyblend suits and straight faces. Hollywood wasn't exactly banging down the door to make a movie of her research and paperwork.

Beca was the youngest agent to ever come through this department and the rest of the agents made sure to remind her constantly. It was because of their condescending tone that she felt the need to prove herself. Whether it was on the training physical courses or the research aspects, Beca was determined to show that she earned her rank through her talents and she should be taken seriously.

That is why this mission of playing a college girl wasn't exactly going to help her tough guy credibility much.

The chief approached her directly one morning out of the blue.

"Mitchell!" he practically boomed. He approached her at her cubicle while she was in the midst of a mountain of paperwork.

"Sir?" she tried to sit as straight as possible to get as much height out of her 5'3 frame as possible- which wasn't much. Her mousy brown hair was tied up in a tight bun and her polyblend pant suit was all business. Beca tended to be on the more serious side and she wanted her clothes to reflect that.

"Follow me to the conference room," he said as he strode away from her to the conference room. She had to take three steps to his one huge step.

Once in the conference room, Beca was directed to a seat at one head of the table. The other spots were taken by three men who seemed both excited and bashful at the same time.

Calling them "men" was being nice.

She immediately recognized them as the researchers that occupied the floors below those of the agents.

Their sole job was to learn every single minute detail on a target, accomplice or any person of interest that agents will be dealing with. Because of their usual pale complexions due to ample work and lack of physical coordination, these men were affectionately known upstairs as "the nerds."

Sitting farthest away from her was a smaller Indian man whose eyes seemed to take up most of his face. His nametag read "Phillip" and he stared at her with unabashed curiosity. Beca broke their never-ending staring game to rest her eyes on the middle nerd, apparently named Ted.

He was also small but his pale face was distinguished by this paperboy cap that he was currently using to cover his increasing blush. Beca stifled a laugh at his apparent discomfort and finally glanced at the last researcher.

His sandy brown hair reminded Beca of stiff lego hair complete with side burns. But it was his genuine grin that made Beca feel like she wanted to coo at him as if he were a puppy. Beca had a feeling that they were more than meets the eye.

She met their awkward smiles with a courteous nod then turned her attention to the chief who sat on the opposite side of the table from her.

"Mitchell. Just to debrief you once again on our current subject, this," the chief motioned to the man on the screen behind him. "Is Daniel Swanson."

"Right. Research believes him to be the man behind all the recent underhanded oil production going on between big companies and the Middle East and a known member of the mob" Beca followed.

"Correct." The chief nodded. "And this is his son."

There was a second picture that came onto the projector that showed a beaming guy about Beca's age whose goofiness made her roll her eyes at the sight of him.

The chief took note of her look and continued, "This is Jesse Swanson. He is going to attend Barden University in a couple of weeks for the fall semester."

"He will be majoring in film production and minoring in music composition. His personality is outgoing and he tends to attract attention and people to him," one of the nerds spoke up. Beca glanced at his name tag which read: Ted.

Beca briefly acknowledged his speaking then turned to the Chief and said., "Well it was great to meet Swanson jr. but what does this mean to me?"

The Chief responded, "Mitchell we need a person on the inside to follow Swanson's son. We don't think that Jesse knows about let alone is helping his father in operations. But, because if their reputation we do worry that he may become an innocent victim in his father's shady dealings. By keeping tabs on his whereabouts, the agency will be able to not only see of he has any important interactions but also keep him safe."

Beca began to read between the lines and her thoughts were voiced by her commanding officer, " Because of your being so young on the force and in fact being the same age as Jesse Swanson, I am assigning you to this mission as an undercover bodyguard for Swanson as well as to find any more information on his father's going abouts."

Beca was torn. Was she to be elated that she was finally being taken seriously and put on a mission like a real agent? Or should she scrutinize her role in this mission as a stereotypical college girl that she was already pegged for by her fellow agents?

Beca swallowed her pride and decided that at the end of the day, a mission was a mission.

"I am excited to be of service Chief," she replied.