A/N: And we're back! I'm glad to see such positive feedback. Loving it! Keep it coming.

Here's chapter 3! Enjoy :)


"CPD!"

The police meant business when they said they wanted the hacker behind bars. They've looked through dozens of street cameras near the crime scene and within a week, they've only managed to conclude that N0t3 could be either: a man or a woman, wearing a mask and gloves, and between 5'2 and 5'3.

Which really wasn't much to go by. But that didn't stop them from stopping anyone that matched the description.

The woman lingering in the ally jolted in fear when she heard the police call after her, clinging onto her bag she took off in a sprint.

"Hold!" Another officer shouted.

The woman turned a corner and turned around quickly to flip a garbage bin over, spilling its contents to buy her a little more time to escape.

"Requesting backup! We've got her, we've got the hacker!"

The woman came to a stop, her feet sliding across the gravel, when she looked up at a high fence blocking her path.

"Stay right there!" The officers held up their weapons and approached the woman slowly.

The woman raised her arms and began to turn around, the sun shined bright and she moved her hand to shield her eyes.

"I-I can explain."

"I bet you could, N0t3."

The woman frowned, "What?"

An officer grabbed her bag and opened it, disappointed when all he found was spray paint.

Pulling the walkie on his shoulder closer to his mouth, he spoke with irritation.

"False alarm. Disregard backup request."


"Good morning, Chloe."

"Hi, Amanda! Is my dad here?" The redhead asked as she looked around the police station for her father.

The officer behind the main desk pointed towards the back room.

"He's in interrogation."

Chloe's eyes brightened with interest.

"Oh, did they finally catch that hacker?"

"Unbelievable!"

Both women turned around at the sudden burst of anger. Amanda smirked when Chloe watched her father pace around with his hands on his head.

"What do you think?"

"Oh boy." Chloe muttered. She walked over to her father who seemed to soften when he saw his daughter. The light of his life, right? But can the light of his life bring him Chicago's most wanted? Unfortunately, no.

"Hey, Chlo-bear. Shouldn't you be job hunting?"

Chloe smiled, "I did. I went to Cassie's and they said they were short one barista so they hired me."

Kenneth Beale squinted his eyes in concern, "Honey, Peter Gordon's killer was near that area."

"Dad, I need a job." Chloe chuckled, "But if it makes you feel any better, I'll steer clear from the alleys at night."

Kenneth pursed his lips and placed his hands on his hips. Chloe did need a job, maybe Cassie's would be good for her. After all, his daughter loved coffee. Then an idea popped into his head.

"This is good, actually." Kenneth said. "You can my inside man in case the hacker decides drop in."

Chloe blinked, "I'm sorry. I wasn't aware I was working for Chicago PD."

"I'm not a nark, dad." Chloe groaned, "If I see anything suspicious, fine I'll call you. But I'm not gonna interrogate the customers when all they want to order is an espresso."

Kenneth sighed, "Fine. Now, go. I have to sulk away in my own failure." Chloe chuckled and patted his back, "You know, that kid is probably laughing at me."

"You'll get 'em. You always do." Chloe said over her shoulder as she made her way out of the police station.


Later that night, Beca was taking a walk through her neighborhood when her subconscious brought her to Cassie's. She pursed her lips and thought for a moment. Did she want a coffee?

Of course she did.

Beca made her way over to the counter to order her usual coffee and then went to sit at her usual corner. Everything was the same just like every other night. Evelyn made her coffee, they played the same soft instrumental music over the speakers, and Beca even remembered a few faces here tonight.

Except one.

When an unfamiliar redhead walked out from the backroom, Beca tilted her head in curiosity. Who was she? What was her name and why did that smile bother Beca so much.

"Hi! What can I get you?"

Ugh. Even her voice screamed happiness. Beca averted her eyes and took a sip of her black coffee. Bitter, just the way she liked it. She took another glance at the redhead and for some reason Beca could just assume that this girl liked to drown her coffee in sugar and cream.

Go figure. There's two types of people in this world.

But her assumptions weren't enough. Beca wanted to know the facts, what's really behind that smile.

Beca opened her laptop and connected to the wifi network.

The hacker looked back up at the redhead. Her name was Chloe. She's been unemployed for the past two months, looks like Cassie's was her turning point. Her father was in the police department. And she liked puppies.

Beca poked around in Chloe's facebook, finding out that her 23rd birthday was just last month.

Was this weird? Beca was practically stalking this girl but she couldn't help it. She's hacked everyone in this café, even Evelyn when she first met her. She had to stop herself from wishing her a good anniversary one time because that would have been weird.

But if it's weird, why was she looking through Chloe's emails? Not like it was hard. Her password was Billie1603. Her dog's name and her birthday backwards.

Beca shut her laptop and decided that it was time for her to leave. Not because Chloe had just untied her apron and began to say bye to her coworkers, no of course not.

Beca left the café and lingered amongst a crowd of people in front of the bar across the street. Accepting a drag of a cigarette from a woman flashing her a cheeky smile.

Beca smirked but looked away when she saw someone exiting the café. Chloe tightened her cardigan around her chest and walked down the street. Beca waited a moment before she proceeded forward, making sure to keep a good distance.

Beca stopped when Chloe galloped over to two women in a car, a tall blonde and a tall brunette. When they drove off, Beca lowered her hood so it could drape down her back and turned back around to go home.

But when she was near the bar again, Beca locked eyes with the woman who handed her the cigarette. The brunette winked at the hacker and for some reason Beca found herself grinning as she walked inside for a drink.

Beca was sitting on a stool when the woman walked inside and approached her. The hacker smirked as she took a swig of her beer.

"Take a shot with me?" The brunette asked. Beca looked at her, they engaged in eye contact for a good ten seconds before Beca finally looked away, clearing her throat.

"Sure."

"Two fireball's, Sam."

"Coming right up, Octavia."

"Octavia." Beca repeated, testing the way it flowed off her tongue, "That's different."

"Compared to yours?" Octavia asked.

"Beca."

"Shortened from Rebecca?"

"Yeah."

Octavia nodded and while Beca found the awkwardness between them rather disappointing, she found it intriguing.

Sam came to them with their shots and Octavia raised hers while Beca picked hers up.

"To not being ordinary."

Beca clinked her shot glass with the other woman's and bent her head back as she took the shot. Wincing when the liquid burned her throat and made a warm trail.

"Shouldn't you get back to your friends?" Beca asked with an eyebrow when she noticed a man and another woman occasionally looking their way.

Octavia shook her head, "I told them I wanted to chat up the cute brunette."

"Is that so?" Beca chuckled.

"Yup! How am I doing so far?"

Beca shrugged and took a sip of her beer.

"Not too bad. Your delivery could use a little work, though."

Octavia bit her lip, "How about this." She reached her hand down and placed it on Beca's thigh where she caressed it with her thumb.

"Improving." Beca said, her voice husky but she wasn't sure if it was because of the shot or because Octavia knew how to play her cards.

"And this?" Octavia began to run her hand slowly up and down Beca's thigh while slowly beginning to lean in.

Beca smirked, "You've got it."

Octavia smiled before her lips crashed with Beca's and her hand left the hacker's thigh and went up to her waist where she squeezed gently.

Beca sighed through her nose and reached up to cup Octavia's cheek. She felt Octavia's tongue trace her bottom lip and Beca gladly granted her access.

Beca knew this could have gone farther, but when she felt the disposable phone vibrate in her bag, she pulled away and smirked at the dazed look in Octavia's eyes.

"I really really wanna continue," Beca sighed in anticipation and Octavia began to lean in again, only stopping when Beca placed her hand on the woman's stomach, "But I gotta go."

Octavia slumped her shoulders and nodded, "Alright."

Beca smiled and climbed down the stool and left the bar while fishing in her bag for the ringing cellphone. She finally grabbed it and answered the call, the voice changer immediately altering her voice.

"What ya got?"

"I need information on someone."

"Delete this number and I'll be in touch shortly. We meet in person."


A/N: Chloe finally made her appearance! How'd you like it?

Octavia won't be making any other appearances, btw.

Any thoughts on Beca's new hit?

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