A/N: Wow, so many kind reviews! I never expected this kind of response on this story. I'll keep going if you'll allow me the honor? I'm glad you're enjoying so far :) Thank you so much to those of you who reviewed, favorited, and/or followed this story. Every email I got was like a little ray of sunshine on my otherwise dreary day!

This chapter is somewhat short but I figured I owed you guys after the sweet reviews I kept getting, so I forced myself to stop running around for an hour and crank this out. Hopefully you'll enjoy it!

Disclaimer: I wish I owned the Pitch Perfect franchise because then I'd probably have access to Birgitte Hjort Sørensen...but I don't, so.

There was no denying that Beca Mitchell was in her own, personal hell. That is, if you classify a leggy blonde dancing sinfully enough to make a stripper look like a nun all while eying her with not a hint of regret in those rich blue irises as 'hell'. Either way, the height-hindered Bella felt like she was definitely in the midst of some sort of medieval torture ritual. A very, very sexually confusing torture ritual, but a torture ritual all the same.

There's no way she's human. No human can move like that! Maybe she's from outer-space...maybe that's why she looks so flawless all the time – that's it, everyone on her planet of perfection must look like they were sneezed out by angels. That's gotta be it, there's literally no other explanation. Unless she-

"Beca!" The brunette's thoughts were interrupted by a painfully cheery voice calling her name. She shook her head to clear her (totally rational) thoughts and turned to search for the voice's owner. She put on her favorite false grin as Chloe shoved her way through the throngs of people to get to her.

"Heya, Red," she responded, raising her voice enough to be heard over the pounding beat of the music that surrounded them. As Chloe reached the bar, Beca was forced to throw her arms out to keep the redhead from falling as she stumbled over the conveniently-placed foot of a noir-clad woman with short, brown hair that Beca recognized as one of DSM's soloists from the riff-off. The Bella's eyes shot up in the woman's direction only to catch her snickering and murmuring something in German to her similarly dressed cohorts. The woman started to walk away – which was totally not happening, if Beca had anything to say about it. After making sure her friend was okay, the brunette positioned her on a bar stool and instructed her to stay put.

"Hey!" Beca called at the unnamed woman's retreating back, now following the small group of Germans through the crowd to catch up. When she received no response, she lost patience and turned to a different tactic. "Hey, deutschbitch! I'm talking to you," she demanded, louder this time. The short-haired woman stopped in her tracks, finally turning in Beca's direction.

"It better not be me you are referring to, troll," the girl said, her accent far thicker than that of the two DSM leaders.

"Uhm, yeah, I'm talking to you. What the hell is your problem? You totally just tripped my friend back there, dude. That's, like, fifty shades of not okay," Beca delivered confidently. Thank gods this woman was less mind-boggling than the Kommissar, or else she would be ten kinds of screwed right about now.

"I have no idea what you speak of, little girl," she said patronizingly, batting her lashes in mock innocence, causing her posse to chortle from behind her.

"Bullshit, you know exactly what I'm talking about! You can't just go around tripping people for no reason, man, it's not cool!" Beca could feel her anger rising by the second.

The other woman moved forward until she was inches from Beca's body in a way that was presumably supposed to be intimidating. The Bella noticed that she was not much taller than herself. "And what exactly do you think you are going to do about it, mmm?"

She really wasn't sober enough to win a fight with anyone, let alone an angry pack of super-toned Germans. So she kept her mouth shut, opting to glare back at the short-haired woman in a way that she hoped was at least somewhat threatening.

"That's what I thought," the German scoffed. She gave the quiet maus a final once-over before turning on her heel to walk away.

Don't do it Beca. Don't do it. Just let her leave. You don't want to get into it with these people. Don't. Do. Anything. Stupid. Just ignore- fuck it.

"I'm not done with you," the brunette said strongly, putting a hand on the other woman's shoulder. What she did not expect was the immediate retaliation from said other woman as the DSM girl twisted her body around at inhuman speed, swatting the Bella's hand away and shoving her back with enough force to sent her flying to the floor.

The girl now towered over Beca as she spoke, "Keep your hands away from me, you-" Her threat was interrupted by a powerful female voice booming over the crowd.

"Johana!" I know that voice.

The near-scuffle was promptly ended when none other than the Kommissar herself stepped between the pair. She kept her back to Beca as she angrily spat a slew of German at her teammate. Beca couldn't understand a word of it, but whatever it was, it must not have been very pleasant, if the look on the other girl's face was any indication. The Bella could actually see the short German shrinking back into herself before muttering something incoherent to her leader and sulking off to who knows where.

After most of the DSM crew had shuffled away, the looming blonde turned slowly around, sending everyone around her an icy glare that said 'I fucking dare you', before turning soft eyes to Beca, still dumbstruck on the floor. She wordlessly extended her hand to the brunette, who, in turn, just stared at the (visibly soft) appendage.

Kommissar rolled her eyes and knelt down further to grasp hold of the American girl's biceps and effortlessly lift her petite body from the ground.

"Are you alright?" Beca barely registered the taller woman's words. She was too busy marveling at the fact that Kommissar could literally lift her entire body weight as if it were nothing. I know I'm little but jesus christ-

"Beca? Are you in there, maus?" the German tilted her head a bit to catch Beca's eye, her gaze still gentle. She had the hint of a smile on her red lips. Gods, I just want to eat her fucking face...

"Yeah, sorry, I'm okay. Just took me by surprise, is all," she mumbled, thrown off by the older woman's sudden generosity and ease. This girl is more bipolar than Georgia weather, I swear.

"I apologize for Johana. She was far out of line and I assure you that she will not go unpunished." The thought of being 'punished' by Kommissar made Beca feel equal parts terrified and aroused. Mostly aroused, but still. Ugh, I need some air.

"It's no biggie It was totally worth it to see your ass from that angle- dammit, for the love of-" the Bella mentally chastised herself for the most recent verbal slip. She sighed, now overtly annoyed with herself.

Kommissar smirked slyly. "Well, perhaps I should save you more often, ja?"

"Ja, totally. I mean- shit! Nevermind, I gotta go," the brunette said hurriedly, desperately needing to escape the close contact with this flustering woman. Without waiting for a reply, Beca was scurrying off (like a freaking mouse, no less) and rushing to the nearest exit.

A/N: Hope you enjoyed! I tried to leave it at a point that I could pick it back up easily when you're ready for the next chapter. There's some stuff going on with my job right now that is rather time consuming so my updates will not be frequent but I'll get them out as much as I am able!

I'd like to point out that Johana's character is not named in the movie, I just decided it was a suitable name for her. I can't remember exactly what song she sang, but she was the only other one who solo'd at the riff-off from DSM besides Kommissar and Pieter. Hopefully you guys know who I was referring to with that...

Also, I know Beca just kind of left Chloe sitting at the bar. I am fully aware and I will get to that next chapter, promise! Don't think I forgot about her :)

Thanks again for all your sweet reviews and the like!

xVal