Friends? More Like Better Enemies

It started three days ago.

At first, she thought it was nothing, but now...

Now Beca knew it was personal.

Monday

Lying in bed should be a good thing, right? Like a really, really good thing. But for Beca it was the complete opposite. Lying in bed meant that she had nothing to do and with two months into her suspension, that was exactly what Beca was doing.

Nothing.

Sitting up, Beca glances around her room with a sigh. She still had another month until the suspension was lifted off.

"Stupid rules," She huffs while pulling back the duvet cover. Shuffling her way into the kitchen of her apartment, Beca begins making her coffee.

And that's when she notices it.

Leaning on the counter, she brings her attention to the window that looks directly down onto the street below, right where her car is usually parked.

Oh, don't worry, it's still there... except the front window is smashed through.

"Are you kidding me?"

Pulling on her converse, Beca runs down the apartment building all in her pyjama covered glory, towards her car. Pulling the door open, she jogs out only to come to a halt.

It's not only the window that's been destroyed.

The tires have been too. And by the looks of it each tire had been slashed.

Seething, Beca kicks over the trashcan to her right... and soon realizes it was a bad idea.

"AGH!"

Tuesday

"I can't take this anymore!" The brunette says into the phone while she stands outside the mechanic's garage.

"Okay, calm it Shawshank..." Comes the reply from the Australian on the other end.

"How can I calm it?" Beca asks, pacing back and forth. "My car has been totalled, Amy. Totalled." She repeats. "And the audacity of you!"

"What did I do now?!" Fat Amy asks, sounding a little dumfounded.

"You called me Shawshank." Beca states before stopping in her tracks, "I work in a Police force." She reminds her.

"So?" Amy replies, "Doesn't change the fact that you were arrested."

"That was one time!" Beca protests running a hand through her hair.

"You were arrested by Jesse for destruction of property," Amy reminds, "Last year, Beca." She adds, her voice in a deadpan tone.

Sighing, Beca nods, "Fine, whatever..." Looking up, the brunette sees the mechanic make his way over, "I gotta go."

"A'right, talk to you-"

Hanging up, Beca pockets her phone before bringing her attention to the mechanic, "So, can you fix it?" She asks, sounding slightly hopeful. She watches as the mechanic looks to his clipboard before glancing back to her, "Yeah. We can fix it-"

"Yes!"

"-but it's gonna cost."

"Oh."

"Yeah," He says before adding, "Don't worry, it's only a few hundred dollars." He says so casually like as if telling her that is going to be reassuring.

"A few hundred?" Beca nods with a tight-lipped smile. "Awesome."

"Is there a problem?" The man asks.

"Hmm? Oh, no..." Beca trails off, tapping the tip of her shoe along the ground, "It's all good."

"Great!" The mechanic quips before motioning over his shoulder, "If you'd follow me, we can sort out the details of the payment."

"Oh, we're doing this now..." Beca mumbles surprised but follows him anyway. Stopping, and almost walking straight into the dudes back, the brunette finds herself standing at the register desk. She watches as the mechanic give's the details to the employee behind the desk before turning back to her.

"Dax here, will be able to sort out your payment." He says, "Oh, and I'm Theo," He adds with his hand outstretched, "Let me know if you need anything." He smiles.

Awkwardly, Beca's eyes move between his hand and face. "Oh, thanks... Theo." Begrudgingly, Beca lifts her hand to his, shaking it before dropping it almost immediately. "You know, I once owned a pet turtle named Theo." She says, watching him pause in place, "You actually kinda look like him."

"Lovely," He says trailing off before walking away awkwardly.

Turning to Dax, Beca focuses her attention on him, "So, how much is it?"

XxX

"What do you mean you couldn't pay for it?" Asks the Australian from across the table.

"I couldn't pay for it! My card was empty!" Beca exclaims picking up her drink. "All my money?" She says before taking a large gulp, "Gone!" She slams the glass back onto the table.

"Calm down, Mitchell," Chloe says from opposite her, "You're brining attention to yourself," The redhead states, her eyes watching over the other tables.

"I don't care." Beca huffs, falling back into her seat.

"Oh, stop being dramatic," Chloe says, taking a sip from her drink.

"You're the dramatic bitch!"

Rolling her eyes, the redhead sets her drink back down.

"This sucks." Beca says, slouching her arms over the table. "I get suspended, my car gets destroyed and now I've been robbed from all my money!"

"You didn't have much to begin with," Chloe pipes in with a shrug, seeing the confused stares she explains, "What? Have you seen the stuff Beca owns?"

"No..." Amy says slowly. "Beca never lets us into her apartment," Grinning, she looks to the redhead, "Have you seen Beca's stuff?" She winks. "If you know what I mean," She whispers adding another wink.

Scrunching her face up at the comment, Beca directs her attention to Chloe with raised eyebrows. Looking between Beca and Amy, Chloe shakes her head, "What? No!" She laughs, taking a sip of her drink, "That's... Why would I be in Beca's apartment?" She answers, her voice suddenly high-pitched.

"You tell me, ginga." Amy says, sounding suspicious.

"You know what?" Chloe says, standing, "I don't need to be here." Picking up her jacket, the redhead stomps her way out of the bar. But before she leaves she hears Beca call back a "You're a dramatic bitch!" And not looking over, the redhead can't stop herself from calling back, "I know!"

Shaking her head with a grin, Beca takes a sip from her drink, "So easy..." She mutters to herself.

"I see you, Mitchell." The Australian says making the brunette glance up.

"Naturally enough. You're sitting right in front of me."

"No, not that," Amy rolls her eyes. "I see how you look at Chloe."

"What?" Beca asks with a chuckle.

"So, that's how you're gonna be?" Fat Amy says, shaking her head. "I knew it."

"Dude. What are you talking about?" Beca questions with a raised eyebrow.

"Don't question me," Amy says, "I am superior to you right now."

"Yeah? And why's that?" Beca asks, amused.

"Because I bought you that drink," The blonde points to the drink in question which sits in the brunette's hand. "Because I still have all my money."

"I hate you."

Wednesday

Deciding that 9am run is a good thing, Beca ties up the laces of her sneakers before jogging her way down her apartment complex.

She needs this. A good run to clear her head from all the recent events.

On her run, Beca sprints past a few birds that – she swears – death glares at her before stopping at her local diner. Thankfully she knows the old lady that owns the place, Mrs. Willsmith (awesome name) and bribes her into giving her a free coffee to go.

Thinking that things can only go up from here, Beca makes her way outside the diner with a small smile on her face.

She's only a few steps out when a stone flies her way, hitting the coffee cup causing her to drop it.

"OH, COME ON!"

Present Day (AKA Thursday)

"I'm telling you, someone is after me." Beca exclaims with her arms outstretched.

"Ms. Mitchell, I'm going to need you to calm down," Captain McKadden says from behind her desk.

"Gail. You gotta believe me." Beca pleads, rising from the chair. Seeing the other woman glance up, Beca rolls her eyes.

"Sorry... Captain." Running a hand through her hair, Beca speaks again, "Look, if you just lift this suspension, I can-"

"No."

"You didn't even let me finish-"

"And I don't need you to." Gail states. "I'm sorry, Beca. But you still have four weeks left of your suspension. Once it is over, you may come back." She says. "But for the meantime, I suggest you go home."

"But-"

"No but's, I'll send Detective Beale and Detective Swanson to investigate your... situation."

Sighing, Beca nods before making her way out, "Fine." But before she leaves, the brunette looks back to say, "Oh, and it's Detective Mitchell."

XxX

"So, how much has Mitchell told you about this?" Chloe asks Jesse while flipping through the document in front of her.

"That her car's been totalled, those exact words, uh... her money's been stolen," He says while steering the car, "Oh, and that someone 'fucked up her run by shooting at her highly expensive coffee'." He states using air quotes. Grinning at her, he adds, "Again, those exact words."

"She was shot?" The redhead questions with her brows furrowed. "Shouldn't she be... Oh, I don't know, in the hospital?"

"Umm, excuse you? I clearly said my coffee was shot." A voice interrupts from the back-passenger seat erupting terrified screams from both Jesse and Chloe.

Jesse's sounds oddly like a 5-year old girl's. But... let's not question it.

"Dude!" He screams, his hand held to his heart. "What the hell are you doing!"

"Solving this case." Beca answers.

"You're suspended, Mitchell." Chloe reminds, looking over her shoulder at her.

"I know that, Beale," She replies, "But this case is about me. I have every right to know what's going on."

"Can't you just trust us?" Chloe asks, a little frustrated bringing her attention back to the document.

"Oh, I'd love to, Princess..." Beca says, trailing off, "But I just can't bring myself to."

"Dick." Chloe mumbles while writing something down.

"What was that?" Beca says, pulling herself forward and leaning over. "Did you just say you wanted some di-"

"No!" Chloe interrupts, turning to Beca only to be startled by how close they are, "Don't..." She stalls, moving her face away from the brunette's, "Don't finish that."

"Sure," Beca says, falling back into the seat with her hands raised. "Tell me what you've got so far," She directs to Jesse.

"Well, from the information that you've given us on who you think the suspect is, we've narrowed it down to ten-"

"Ten!" Beca sighs, interrupting him, "We're gonna be here all day. You know, I could have solved this case by now."

"There's no 'we' in this situation, Beca," Chloe chimes in, "This is our case," She says, motioning from herself to Jesse. "Not yours."

"But I'm the-"

"Victim?" The redhead finishes with a smirk. "Yes. Which means, you leave it to us to find out who did it."

"Whatever." Beca slouches back into the seat. "Let me out." She suddenly says.

Sighing, Jesse pulls the car to a halt over by the sidewalk, "What are you doing?"

"Solving this case." Beca answers, opening the door and stepping out of the vehicle.

"Be careful," Jesse calls out before speeding off.

"Does she even know where's she's at?" Chloe asks him, glancing into the rear-view mirror to see Beca look around confused.

"Probably not," He answers honestly with a shrug.

"I know where I'm at..." Beca says to herself while roaming her eyes around the neighborhood. "Totally know where I'm a-"

Without warning, Beca finds herself surrounded by darkness and feels herself being dragged away. "What the hell!?" She screams, "Let go off me!" She says, kicking and thrashing her feet around.

"Not now, Detective," Comes from somewhere, presumably from the person holding her, "I'm sorry to do this," She hears his deep voice say before a laugh erupts, "Ha! I'm not sorry at all."

"Wait, wh-" Suddenly she feels the grip on her loosen and a heavy weight come right down onto her head.

XxX

"Wakey, wakey, Detective," Comes the deep voice, wakening her from her slumber. Cracking her eyes open, Beca's eyes saunter in on the man in front of her. He's stood in all his 6-foot, bearded self as he smirks down at her.

"Jack," She's spits out with a glare sent at him.

"Ah, ah, ah..." He shakes his head somewhat disappointedly at her, "Jack..." He trails off.

Rolling her eyes, she sighs, "Dude, he's dead-"

"SAY IT!"

"Jeez," Beca mumbles, raising an eyebrow "Okay. Jack the Ripper." She says, rolling her eyes again.

It's then when she realizes her position.

Her arms are tied behind her back and a rope is slung around her waist to keep her from moving from the chair she's sat on.

"Dude, what is this all abou-" She stops herself mid-sentence. "Wait... It's you. Isn't it?" She says, glaring at him, "It was all you!"

"Yep," He nods his head with a beaming grin. "All me!" Motioning to himself he adds, "See this? All this did it!" He smiles wider, which only adds to Beca's anger.

With a laugh, he makes his way over to the table to Beca's left and suddenly snorts the white line of powder along it. "Ooh, that's the good stuff," She hears him mutter.

"Dude."

"This is all your fault!" Jack says twisting around, startling her, a pistol now in his possession. "This," He waves his hands around, motioning to his surroundings, "All. Your. Fault."

"How?" Beca asks.

"It was 2 years ago..."

"And...?" She raises an eyebrow.

"And what?"

"That's all your gonna say?"

"Yes." He answers.

"That's incredible. Very helpful, indee-"

"Okay, shut up!" He interrupts pointing the gun at her making her sit up a little straighter.

"Okay, Jack. Calm down-"

"You arrested Jimmy!" He exclaims, bringing the gun closer to her face. "Jimmy was my brother. And you arrested him."

"Look, man." She starts, "I was just doing my job-" Before she can finish, she's silenced by a hard hit by the pistol to the face. Taking a deep breath, she looks up to him, "Was that really necessary?" She asks, feeling blood trickle from her eyebrow.

"Probably not," Jack answers with a shrug, "But he trusted you. You told him you were his friend when really? You were just undercover."

"I was just doing my job, man." She repeats. "Look, I'm sorry about Jimmy. I really am... but you guys were- are," She corrects, "Total druggies, dude." Before adding a, "No offence."

"None taken," He says his frame slouching. Dropping the gun, Jack moves so he's sat on the chair beside Beca. "It's true. My life is drugs, drugs and drugs," He says listing them off with his fingers. "I can't live without 'em."

"I can tell." Beca voices, "Dude, was the car slashing really necessary?"

Shrugging, he answers, "No. I guess that was uncalled for." He the sighs, "I shoulda' stole it instead."

Eyes widening, Beca shakes her head, "No, that would have been a terrible idea. So, don't go thinking about doing it." Pausing looks to him, "Like, ever."

XxX

"I trusted you!" Jack screams while his two hands are being cuffed from behind. "BPD, you're under arrest..." Jesse say's trailing him away and to his car. Smirking Beca watches as he is forced into the back seat before bringing her attention to the redhead stood to her left, "It only took you three hours to find me."

"Be happy I didn't make it six." Chloe says back making the brunette sigh. A few moments tick by before any of them speak.

"Thank you." Beca voices making the other girl look over, "For finding me and you know... arresting him."

"You're welcome." Chloe replies with a genuine smile. Grinning back, Beca points to the cut on her eyebrow, "Pretty badass, right?"

With the shake of her head, Chloe lets out a small giggle, "Oh, it's totes badass." She says before bringing a hand up to Beca's face. The brunette's breathing labours as she feels Chloe run her hand along her jaw. Suddenly the redhead glides her thumb along the cut causing Beca to wince.

"But you're so not."

Glaring as the redhead skips away, Beca feels the edges of her lips twitch as Chloe glances over at her with a beaming grin plastered on her face.

"What a weirdo."

XxX

I honestly don't know what's happening in this Detective Universe. But we shall see, I guess? Let me know if you're enjoying this and if there's anything you'd like to see. And if you're wondering this one-shot was inspired by a Brooklyn 99 episode. Hell... the entire idea for this series was because of that show.

Sorry for any mistakes.