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Chapter 2

The Worlds were fast approaching and both groups were busy preparing. DSM practices three times a day. One practice was dedicated to vocals, one to working out, and one to choreography. The leads were easily frustrated with the group and tensions were running very high. Kommissar was barking orders at her members like crazy and they were getting pretty upset with her. Even Pieter couldn't take it anymore.

"Kommissar, what is your problem lately?" Pieter approached her on one of their five minute breaks. "I mean, I love you when you're all leader like but this is getting out of hand. You need to fix whatever this is and do it soon before one of your members pushes you off the stage."

"I know I'm being pushy but I want to win and they just aren't getting it right. We leave for Copenhagen tomorrow night. We're not prepared."

"That's not what it is and you know it." Pieter glared at her with a smirk on his face that could rival her own. "Are you and Christine okay?"

"Yeah, no, we're fine." Her face wasn't so convincing.

"Oh no, trouble in paradise?" Pieter face was sympathetic now.

"No. Really. It's just, she's great."

"Ha, you know that's not true… and is there someone else?" Pieter scooched closer: he wanted the details now. "A certain American brunette whom we happen to be competing with in a couple days?"

"How did you know that?"

"You wiped your mouth and then she was nervously doing it when she walked out too. There is only one explanation and your reaction just solidified that."

"Ugh, great."

"Don't worry, none of DSM noticed and I'm pretty sure none of those blundering American idiots noticed either. But I wouldn't go around doing it all the time either unless you want them to notice. In which case, you should probably do something with Christine first. You know she can be a little crazy." He laughed as he remembered some of the things his best friend's girlfriend had done.

"I know, I know. I don't know what came over me." She had been avoiding his gaze most of this conversation but finally looked at him. "Thanks for talking to me. You're a good friend."

"Ha! I am the best friend!" He smacked her in the arm and smiled. "Let me know if you need anything else, Kom. You know I'm here for you."

They soon called the group back to rehearsal and they went back at it for another hour. In their final run, Kommissar held her head up and smiled at the team. They had put in a lot of great work and she knew they were gonna kill this performance, as they had many times before.

~~/\/\~~

Across the ocean, the Bella's were rehearsing as well. It was a little after noon and they had just finish tidying up the beginning of their performance. They were doing well on the routine, granted it needed the slightest bit of tweaks but they could finish that before the competition. They were also leaving in approximately four hours for a trip to Copenhagen and they all couldn't be more excited. Travelling with her girls was the best.

The girls finished up the rehearsal after about another hour of running it all. They decided they were all gonna go get pizza and ice cream together and then return to the house to get their stuff for the trip.

It was always a bit hard to be in a giant group of girl's at dinner. Everyone was always talking to the person beside them and it made for a very loud excursion. Beca basically always sat with Chloe and Amy and now Emily seemed to join in beside them. They talked about a lot of stuff that was happening. Amy was talking about Bumper. Chloe was talking about what's-his-face and Emily was talking about Benji, whom she finally agreed to go to dinner with.

Beca must admit that she felt a little left out. Before, she could talk about Jesse and they would all be teenagers again, talking about boys. However, a lot of times, when you're single, you get in the mentality that talking about boys is stupid because boys are stupid.

She tried to change the subject a few times and it would last a few minutes but something would trigger something else and then they were talking about boys again. Were they always that annoying?

So, while they chitchatted about how great their men were, Beca thought again about Kommissar. She was getting very anxious to see her again. She wondered if the same thing would happen and she wondered if she should let it.

She is a strong independent woman who don't need no man….. woman?

She laughed a bit at her own thoughts but then settled again when her brain thought it would be funny to point out that she really would like to make out with the woman again. Or maybe even more, 'I bet her skin is so,' she stopped her thoughts before they could wander off in to dark depths.

"Right, Beca?" she heard as she came back in to reality. Amy was staring at her when she arrived. She smiled and nodded. "See, told you." She was slightly nervous as to what she just agreed to but she chose to ignore it.

~~/\/\~~

Once in Copenhagen, the Bella's thought it best to stay in for the night. They were all exhausted from a long day of rehearsing and flying and napping while in flight. It really took its tool.

Amy was rooming with Amy, Chloe, and Aubrey who was there for performance reasons. When they settled all their crap in at the hotel, the four of them decided to explore the hotel and find a place to unwind.

They mindlessly travelled up and down the halls, seeing all they could. They finally found that the lobby was going to be the best [and only] place to relax without being in their room.

The background noise was a nice distraction for Beca but she was still subconsciously looking around for someone in particular, even though she knew she wouldn't see her.

They talked for a while before deciding that they should probably go to sleep soon. They all got up and walked toward the elevator. Right before stepping in, Beca realized that she didn't have her phone and told the girls she was going to go back to the lobby to get it. They didn't need to wait for her.

The phone was sitting exactly where she was seated before. She picked it up and answered a couple texts she had from various people. She smiled at the text notifying her that her boss liked her arrangement and would definitely like to talk about continuing on with projects when she got back.

She shoved her phone in her back pocket and retraced the steps back to the elevator. She hated elevator, they always took too long. But she also didn't wanna walk up the stairs because she was lazy. First world problems.

She waited (and waited) for the elevator to come, occasionally checking her phone. At last it came, she finished what she was doing on her phone and put it back in her pocket. She looked up just in time to avoid the person she was about to collide with.

"Sor…" She froze.

"Ah, Tiny Maus." Kommissar was standing right in front of her with a wide grin on her face.

Beca's heart was now racing and most of her body was shaking. "Jesus! I knew you were a Goddess, just showing up wherever the hell you want." She tried to smile but the nervousness of how stupid she just sounded mad her smile falter and her cheeks blush.

"I am no Goddess…."

Beca cut her off… "Are you sure, because I'd worship you all night long… Wow, I don't even know where that came from. I don't say stuff like that."

The taller woman laughed. She also remained situated on the elevator as Beca stepped on.

"So are you, like, staying at this hotel or?" Beca didn't really look at Kommissar while she spoke but she noticed the woman nodded.

Not two seconds after the door closed and two floor buttons were pressed; the two woman's lips were colliding with each other with a passionate fury that had built over the small amount of time they were apart.

Hands roamed and fingers searched for anything they could grab on to. The two were in their own little world. Everything around them was gone.

Until they heard the ding of the elevator. Again, they quickly parted and adjusted themselves. Thankfully, no one was outside of the door when it opened. It was Beca's floor. She couldn't describe how much she wanted to continue the ascent to Kommissar's hotel room... and then the descent on Kommissar... But, she knew that was an awful decision.

Instead, she pulled her phone from her pocket and quickly shoved it in Kommissar's direction. The blonde quickly took it and typed in some digits. She smiled when she gave it back and then the door closed.

Beca stared at the silver doors for a few minutes and then down to the phone in her hand. The number there made her smile. She saved the number under the single letter K in hopes that no one would notice or she could come up with something like Kevin or something if someone read what would probably be said. No, she probably wouldn't be talking to a Kevin… she'll have to work on that.

With that, she turned to head back to her room. When she arrived, her three roommates were passed the fuck out. She changed in to her pajamas and followed suit. She took the bed with the empty space next to Amy. She turned her back to the snoring girl and pulled her phone back out. She was nervous and she shouldn't probably text her tonight but she really couldn't help herself.

Hey. It was quick but it was something.

The two minute wait was excruciating but it came.

Hello Tiny Maus, sad our elevator ride was not longer.

Beca smiled: she was already thinking the same thing.

I couldn't agree with you more. It was still amazing though. Not that I didn't figure it would be. ;)

K- Because I'm so perfect? Haha

B- Why, yes actually. So, ahh, when can we do it again?

The wait was longer this time.

K- I don't think you know what you're getting in to…

B- What does that mean?

K- I have a girlfriend.

Beca didn't know what to say to that. She knew that there had to have been something not so perfect about this woman and 'Whoop, there it is' as Amy would have said. She didn't know what to say and she knew she was taking too long to answer.

K- I'm sorry. I hope you don't hate me too much.

B- I don't think I could hate you if I tried.

Her fingers were quick to say the truth and reply before she thought things through.

K- But you probably don't like me right now.

Beca typed and erased, typed and erased. She couldn't say she didn't like her, now or probably ever. She just felt a little numb to the situation. There were a lot of questions in her head that she wrote but didn't send, a lot of things she wanted to say.

K – Can we talk about this in person?

Beca stared at the phone and then looked at the clock. 2am. Cool

B – You mean now?

K – Whenever is best for you.

She knew it shouldn't be now. She knew her roommates were gonna question her for leaving, provided they actually noticed. She knew she was starting on dark path that could only lead to something bad.

But she got up and walkout out of her hotel room.

Once she was outside, she replied. She told Kommissar to meet her in the corner of the lobby, as far away from the front desk and door as they could find.

Instantly, Kommissar said she was on her way.

The decent to the ground floor was excruciating. Beca's heart and mind were racing but not together. They were on two different paths and they were gonna make sure that Beca knew what she was getting herself in to.

The ding of the elevator brought her back to reality and she hesitantly exited its confinement. She was sweating from those few places that show that you're really nervous. She looked around; she had beaten the other woman down her.

Other woman. Her own words bit her.

Her head spun as she thought of the idea… and then she saw her.

She was in her pajamas and her hair was a mess… but she still looked perfect.

She approached hesitantly and took the seat parallel to the one Beca was occupying.

"Beca, I… I'm sorry." Kommissar's eyes never left Beca's even though she kept trying to look away.

"Why would even start this with me?" This was the main question that had been forcing its way to the forefront of Beca's mind ever since she received the text.

"You are so intriguing, Beca. The way that you feel around me, like those silly comments you make whenever I approach you, that is the way I feel about you. I am just mire silent about it. You compliment me like I am some sort of… what was it… flawless human but, when I saw you, I thought the same."

Beca was a little shocked. She was currently a bit lacking in the self- esteem department. She had been ever since she and Jesse had split and the media attacked the Bella's after Amy's mishap. She looked at her feet.

Kommissar continued, "And you do that thing where you sit there and you think you're not good enough and I just want to tell you that you are. For me." Kommissar started to say something else but held the words back. Beca wondered what she was gonna say but she let it be.

Beca opened her mouth but nothing came out for a minute. "Ugh." Her frustration needed to be put out there. "I told you I couldn't hate you if I tried. And man, do I want to. I don't understand how you just seem to know everything to say to me, like you know everything about me. And I just look at you and know nothing. How is that fair? How is it that you can put me in this situation where half of me wants to smack the perfect off of your face but the other part of me wants to kiss you? Why does it seem like it's me who has a decision to make while you just sit there like nothing is wrong?" Her voice was rising.

Kommissar cut her off. "You think I do not have any conflicts over this?" Her face was even more serious, which Beca was surprised was even possible. "You want to talk about fair? I do not think it is fair for you to come in to my life and in a matter of two minutes together, have me thinking about leaving my girlfriend for you. You are probably at least five years younger than I am and have no clue what life is actually like outside of the make-believe world of university. And most importantly, you live on the other side of the world. You cannot talk to me about fair."

"And you expect me to think that is my fault? You could have contained yourself."

"Well that would have made one of us." Her voice sounded cold and bitter. "Excuse me for letting my lust get in the way of my judgment. It won't happen again." She stood abruptly. "Good luck at the competition. Hope you are prepared to lose."

And with that, the older woman's long legs took her away quickly. Beca stared at her retreating form. She wanted to go after her. She wanted to yell at her… but she also wanted to hold her. She saw the look of pain in the woman's eyes before she stood. She knew the look well and she could recognize it anywhere.

~~/\/\~~

Kommissar hit the elevator button with force. It took too long, she decided and she made a break for the stairs. She practically ran up the stairs, all while trying to maintain her composure. She didn't show emotion: that was for weak minded individuals and she was not raised to be weak. She arrived on the ninth floor before she knew it and she entered her room, not honestly caring if she woke up Pieter, which she did.

"What is your problem… and why aren't you sleeping? We have a lot of rehearsal time tomorrow." Pieter was a little grumpy now that he had been so rudely awoken.

"I just, I talked to Beca."

"Ahh you're American play thing." He gave a groggy laugh.

This upset the woman, "She is much more to me than that!" she practically barked.

This woke the dark featured man up fully. "Whoa, calm down Missa."

She smiled faintly at the sound of her old nickname; before she outgrew the childish sound the shortened name. She was The Kommissar now. That name suited her much better now.

"Tell me what happened." His voice was softer now.

"We had another stint in the elevator and exchanged telephone numbers and we were texting and I told her about Christine." She spoke quickly. "And I don't know why but I think I wanted to save both of us heartache, though I can't say it doesn't hurt already."

She was staring at the white comforter and her eye almost began to water. He came and sat beside her on her bed. He tentatively placed a hand on her back. "You thought it would be easier to stop it before it got worse." It wasn't necessarily a question but she nodded anyway.

"You and Christine have been together, what, two years?"

Nod.

"And you love her?"

Nod.

"But you aren't in love with her anymore."

Nod.

There it was: Kommissar's undoing. A single tear rolled down her cheek. Pieter quickly caught it for her. He knew how she felt about crying, especially in front of people.

That was the only tear she allowed to escape and she pulled herself back together instantly.

She looked to him. "I don't know what to do. I like Beca but I do not know her at all. And she's American. That would all be so difficult and I'm sure my parents would hate her... because the girl thing isn't enough."

"You don't know that for sure but the first thing you should probably do is end things with Christine. You have held on to her long enough and she hasn't even changed in to what you want her to be yet. That means she probably won't. Kommissar, you're gonna be thirty soon enough and you can't keep holding on to someone who is stuck in their early twenties and refuses to grow up."

"Yeah but Beca is in her early twenties. Is that not worse?"

"Kommissar, I am not suggesting you do anything with this new girl, I am suggesting you get rid of the first one."

Kommissar thought about it for a minute. She and Christine had been through so much. Even though they weren't together at the time, Christine was there when Kommissar told her parents that she was into girls. And Christine was there when Kommissar's dad told her not to come back until she decided that she would never talk such ignorance again. And that was almost a decade ago. Point is, they had been through a lot together and then when Kommissar found that Christine was actually in love with her, she decided to give things a try. But things are so much different when you go from being close friends to girlfriends and over time, things changed for the worst. Kommissar matured quickly when she found that most of her family turned their backs on her but Christine, and her loving and supportive family, stayed the same. She was ignorant to the world of heartbreak and reality.

"I can't." Pieter glared at her. "I mean, I can't until after worlds. She already bought a ticket and hotel to come and see us compete. She spends about half her salary on this trip. She has come for all seven years I've been a part of DSM."

Pieter rolled his eyes but he understood. "Fine, when we are back home, you do something about that mess, ja?"

"Yes, Sir." Kommissar teased with a small laugh. "So what do I do about Beca now?"

"Hmm, that is the hard part of the situation. Did you get to explain anything to her?"

"No, she just kind of ranted and then I ranted and then it was over." Kommissar's expression was flat.

"Well, maybe you could explain it all to her. Maybe she would be more understanding."

"Yeah, maybe." She wasn't convinced.

"And then, you should probably learn some things about her. Then you can decide from there if it is worth it."

"You're right. I don't know what I would do without you." She smiled.

"Wow, can I get that in writing?" They both laughed and then Kommissar punched him in the bicep. "Oww!"

"Looks like you need to work out more, loser." She gave him her signature evil grin and pushed him off her bed.


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