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Thank you. On with the story.

You're Gonna Miss Me When I'm Gone

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Chapter 4

It had been a week since she had seen Chloe, been hired by MBP Records, and the conversations kept running through her head on repeat. Was Chloe sick? How would she find Beca? She couldn't remember seeing a ring, she made sure to look, so Chloe couldn't have been married. Beca was somewhere in L.A. Chloe had always said she would marry the person she loves so it couldn't have been that unless she had forgotten to put it on. How could she convince them both that being together was the right thing for them all?

Turning sharply to the morning light she bit back the curse that wanted to escape her lips. Nothing was going the way she wanted it to. CR had kept her busy looking at past records that she hadn't had time to do much of anything else. She could see why the company needed a new lawyer. Her predecessor had done a aca-shit job. A lot of the contracts were shifty and what really caught her attention was the clause naming him receiving a small percentage from sales separate from what he was normally paid.

She was going to enjoy tearing the bastard apart.

At least it would be better then the greeting that Stacie and Fat Amy gave her when they had returned from their business trips. Stacie had only slapped her but Fat Amy had punched her right in the eye. Cynthia-Rose and Stacie had to hold the Tasmanian back from causing more damage. The bruise was still there and hurt every damn time she touched it.

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"Beca."

"Now Cynthia-Rose. I will not have her blackmailing me with something I never did!" She took a breath then continued, "I'm also calling in Fat Amy and Stacie to come in later but I want our new lawyer in here now."

Cynthia stood with her arms crossed waiting before strolling out of the office. She wasn't happy with the lawsuit either and knew Beca was innocent. Not to mention the fact that the alleged dates were ones where Beca had been out of town with Fat Amy on tour. Which didn't include the fact that Beca had remained single since the split. Chloe and Bree and ruined her for everyone else.

Jesse may have too.

Putting those thought aside for now, or she might end up punching a blonde, she headed for Bree's office. What she really wanted was to head home early. Beca still had no idea that Bree was the company's new head lawyer. She had told her that the new person was capable and would fix the mess made after "shithead", Beca's name for him, left. Now she had to bring Aubrey up for a meeting to deal with another mess from a client who wanted a lot more out of Beca then she would ever think to give.

Jenny, Judy….She thought it started with a J. Sent papers this morning accusing Beca of sexual harassment and blackmail in the form of giving sexual favors out so the client was able to advance with in the company. She was willing to drop the charges if Beca would give her the compensation she deserved and they could talk about what that meant Friday at 8 with dinner reservations at the Wolfgang Puck at Hotel Bel-Air. This wasn't the first case like this and she knew it wouldn't be the last. It was funny but these were the cases where 'Shithead' never dropped the ball. Everything else about the company fell to the wayside.

Without knock she went in surprising Aubrey who was sitting at the desk going over past contracts the company had drawn up. Aubrey gave a brief smile before going back over the papers in front of her. Cynthia stuffed her hands in her pockets hoping for a way out of this mess.

"CR I'm glad you are here. I'd like you to tell me if this clause was standard or if you were even aware of it."

"Later Aubrey, I need you to come with me. A new harassment case came in this morning and the boss wants you in her office now."

She had to respect that the blonde didn't ask a single question. Aubrey simply stood from her desk, dropping whatever paper work she had been working on at the moment, gathered her things before stepping out of the office and pass CR to wait. CR closed the office door, turning her steps towards the elevator. The sound of Aubrey's heels clicking behind her was the only sound they heard.

Following behind her Aubrey found herself being lead to the executive elevator. A couple days after she had started she had been told that a special key card was needed to enter it. The owner preferred her privacy and did not want any surprises. According to the office gossip she heard it was easy to piece together that her old friends ran the ship around here. DJ MBP was the main owner of the company and no one really knew who that was besides main management and the artist that came through here.

They got in quietly while CR pushed the button to send them up. Aubrey leaned against the wall trying to appear composed. CR looked at her then smirked.

"That still hurt," She gestured to the bruise.

Aubrey smirked, "Like a bitch."

"Good."

They exchanged a small smile before looking the other way. Aubrey content to stare out on the city

CR heard her sigh then sighed herself. "Aubrey, I'm sorry…"

"Don't." She interrupted. "It was deserved. I'm still my father's daughter and if you think Fat Amy punching me is going to stop me then you don't remember me very well at all."

CR closed her mouth. She wouldn't apologize for Amy decking Bree's lights out. That was Amy's responsibility to do, but it was something that every Bella wanted to do. No, what she wanted to apologize for was the upcoming meeting that would happen once Beca realized who their new lawyer was. The ride continued till what Aubrey said next caught her complete attention.

"I saw Chloe right after you came back here."

"You did? How was she?"

Aubrey huffed. "I don't know. She seemed rattled that I was in front of her. She didn't state anything personal so I'm worried. I would even go with panic as the word to describe her."

"I have a friend that could find her if you want?"

CR barely suppressed her own smile at the one that lit Aubrey's face.

"Lily?"

CR did smile then, laughing confirmed, "Lily."

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Beca keep by the window looking out on the city. If she had focus inward, then the window would show the face of a woman displeased. She hated this, this thing that seemed to want to steal all the joy in her life. It stole her father, mother, Jesse, then finally Chloe and Aubrey. She wouldn't let it steal her freedom or what she built. She wouldn't let herself care about anything except what was already in her hands.

The swift knock didn't pull her attention away from the window only enough was diverted to allow her to get the person a hasty chance to enter. The sound of it opening then closing reached her ears followed by a sharp intake of air. Her eyes rose to meet the figure behind her but she found herself in surprise as much as the person behind her.

Someone later was going to be hearing from her.

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"Mommy!"

She cracked an eye opened. Rebecca lay on her bed leaning in with only a couple inches separating their noses from touching. She closed her eye waiting. Her little girl loved mornings. She loved eating breakfast together then going for a walk to the park and back. What Rebecca hated was seeing her Mommy go back to sleep on her. Chloe held in the grin when Rebecca groaned in frustration.

The bed shifted as Rebecca lean back giggling as she shook her head. Her mommy was so silly in the morning. It was like she just wanted to sleep all morning, every morning. It was wrong! Placing her hands on Chloe's shoulder she started shaking her mom hoping to wake her up. The sun was bright and it was time to play. They could sleep when it was bedtime.

Rebecca frowned. She hated bedtime. Worst time of the day. Why Mommy liked bedtime so much she would ever understand. There was too much to explore and see. People she had yet to meet and things to play with. Music that had to be listened to! Music! She had to get her Mommy up. There was music to listen to and the outside to play in!

"Mommy. Wake up."

She frowned when her Mommy didn't move. Her tiny hands dropped away before she settled into the bed crisscross applesauce to pout. Then an idea struck her. If it worked to get her out of bed when she didn't want to, then it was sure to get her mom out of bed too. Quickly she scrambled up then leaped from the bed running down the hall for the bathroom.

Chloe opened her eyes then quietly got out of bed. She had a good idea of what Becs was planning to do to wake her up. Stepping lightly with a smile she tiptoed after her daughter. Two doors down she heard the water running in the bathroom just as she suspected would happen. Coming to stand in the doorway an even bigger smile appeared. Her little girl was getting so big standing there on her tiptoes.

Rebecca was so focused on filling the glass of water to pour over her mom's head didn't hear Chloe coming up behind her. She let a small smile split her face before lunging forward, picking up her daughter and hoisting her over her shoulder. Rebecca squealed, her own smile spilled forth.

Turning in circles Chloe said, "Where Becs? She where has she gone?"

"Mommy!"

The laughter from her little girl always seemed to brighten everything. There were days when she couldn't decide if Becs was her little fireball or spot of sunshine.

Bouncing them around Chloe said, "I can't find her."

"Mommy I'm on your shoulder."

Chloe looked left then right then turned around in a circle again.

"I can't find you Becs. Where have you gone?" Keeping a firm hold with her right she snapped her left fingers together. "I know. Becs must be downstairs waiting to be walked to the park."

Rebecca laughed harder at her mommy, enjoying the craziness of it all. Days like these couldn't be better. Could they?

Seeing her Mommy heading towards the front door she decided that there was no way life could ever be better than right now.

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Amy, Stacie, and CR stood outside the door trying to listen to the conversation-taking place on the other side of the door. CR had text the other two on the way up, but she held back telling Bree who exactly she was meeting with. Since she hadn't heard any yelling yet she was forced to assume the worst.

"So like she really went in there?"

"For the last time, yes Amy, Aubrey Fucking Posen in our new company lawyer and she is now in that office with our friend and boss Beca Michelle," CR spat.

Stacie continued to lean against the wall filing her nails as if nothing out of the ordinary was happening.

Silence echoed from the room. Workers paused to stare at three of the main top bosses of the company before moving on. Not willing to step into anything that group was up to.

May the blood not flow.

"Never thought I'd see you again Mrs. Posen."

Aubrey stiffened at the tone and the name. It wasn't the snarky, yet playful tone she had grown use to back then. Even when Beca had been angry or frustrated there had always been a bit of sass to her. This wasn't playful, sassy or kind. The woman sitting before her was cold and angry. The unpleasant thought that this must have been how she had sounded back then at Barden before the Bellas had had that smack down, minus Beca, made her cring.

"It's Miss actually. It's good to see you again, Beca."

It was enough to make Beca pause. As discreetly as she could her gaze moved to Aubrey's ring finger. There wasn't any sign of a ring or even a impression that any ring had once adored her finger. Confusion swirled in her mind on what that could mean. Where was Chloe? Why hadn't they stayed together since they had loved each other so much. She was sure by now they were still together, happily married living the life, she was denied by them.

She would ask Lily about it later. She did not want to go there now, if ever.

"Well it isn't nice to see you Miss Posen. You're my new company lawyer?"

Aubrey frowned. Beca was never like this. It made more sense now why CR was so adamant about her not messing with Beca's head or heart.

"Yes, as of last week."

Beca moved to her desk taking her seat. Pushing the folder in front of her she considered it a challenge. One Aubrey took up with as much grace as she could. Opening it she read over the contents trying to not grind her teeth together at the charges. It may have been six years but she couldn't believe Beca would do something like this. This was the woman who had snap back that her toner for Jesse was actually her dick.

Still she had to ask, "As your lawyer, I have to ask are the charges true."

Beca scoffed, "Don't be stupid Miss. Posen. I was on tour with Amy then. And Amy was with me the entire time. Stacie came a few days afterwards plus there are newspaper clippings from then. Jade Shippmen was never there."

Taking a deep breath Aubrey was relieved by the news. Maybe in the long run she had a chance to convince Beca and then Chloe that they belonged together. But that last name falling from Beca's lips each time she addressed her was becoming irritating.

"I have a name you know Beca and I would prefer you use it."

Leaning forward Beca smirked, "Here, I'm your boss Posen. I stopped being anything else of a personal nature six years ago. Now fix this mess and let me know when it's done."

It was a dismissal.

A biting one too.

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Stacie watched the ice melt in her glass. Across their living room she could see Cynthia Rose looking about the way she felt. Music played in the background softly on repeat.

When the sale comes first and the truth comes second

Stacie continued to listen as the song continued. She had loved her freshman year of college. The friends she had made. The career she now had. It had all started there. Her gaze once more landing on her friend. Their relationship hadn't been easy. No one could accuse her of being a prude, yet in her wildest imagination being in love with Cynthia Rose hadn't been in her life plans. The woman was fun back in college.

She had a voice that could make a room swoon. Where Cynthia Rose was more for being exclusive she loved being with anyone. On top of helping Beca Stacie had found herself fallen for CR. It hadn't been fun. Them getting to the point they were now at had been almost as hard as getting Beca sober and out of the house.

There were some nights when she had just wanted to call it quits. Beca would be so drunk that she would have no idea who they were much less that they were trying to help her. One of the worst ones had been right before Shelia had come back from everywhere she had been. Amy had followed Beca to a bar where the DJ was spinning that night. By the end of her set she had a couple of questionable hanging off her. Amy had called for backup because as soon as one deadbeat was fended off two more would take their place.

She and CR had just gone on their first date that time. They had just arrived home when the call came through. There were times she would go back to that night, wondering if they hadn't gone to Beca would they be where they were now. It was the last time they saw Beca break in front of them. Releasing some of the pent up anger she had towards Aubrey and Chloe they had watched helplessly as she broke things, screamed and asked over and over again why wasn't she good enough.

Once they had finally gotten their friend to bed silence had never been more golden as each of them came to terms with what happened. Renewed anger towards each person that had ever abandoned Beca flared to new heights. Stacie remembered in that moment what it felt like to stare across the room at Cynthia Rose when she realized that she could never hope to find someone like her ever. CR was a good friend, she was loyal and cared about those she considered family.

We might not get tomorrow

"I don't know if she will forgive me, Stacie."

Placing her glass down she got up from her place on couch. Crossing the room, she stepped around the coffee table to reach her partner. Sliding to the floor she sat down letting her hands rest on CR's leg. "I'm not thrilled about it either. I think somewhere she still cares though. There have been enough drunken nights where she calls out for them asking why they don't love her or where they are and why weren't they with her."

"I hate them one moment then believe that they are the best thing in the world for her."

Stacie let a small sigh escape. "Why didn't you tell at least me that Aubrey was the new lawyer?"

"I wasn't sure what she would do. I thought I had more time to plan. She was so sincere when I questioned her about her intentions for Beca. Aubrey is still in love with them. We're crazy youngsters and she has something to prove. I wanted to give her that chance."

Closing her eyes, Stacie acknowledged those words had truth in them. Aubrey always had something to prove. Be it her father back during college, Chloe when they thought Beca would never return her feelings so Aubrey poured all of herself into that relationship or now when she had lost everything, according to CR, and was fighting to win it all back.

"Next time talk to me. I love you, but if Beca shoots you then who else will touch the goodies?"

CR leaned over pressing her lips to the soft skin below her. It had become a cheesy habit to kiss each other on the forehead, yet worth every smile received.

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"What bed time story do you want tonight?"

Rebecca wiggled down into her bed biting her lip. Tilting her head Chloe sat next to her giving a soft smile.

"What's wrong?"

"Promise you won't get mad?"

Tucking some hair behind her daughter's ear she asked, "When have I ever been mad?"

"That time I pour soup on Karen's head. When I ran away from Dinah in mall because I want go to the toy shop. And when I kicked Grandma for saying that you not a good mommy. And–"

"Okay, I think you have made your point young lady."

Rebecca gave a sheepish smile then it immediately dropped. "I got into a box."

"Into a box. Into what box and where?"

"In your closet?"

"Are you asking or telling me."

"Um, both?"

She shook her head. Sometimes Rebecca was as innocent as a flower. Other times her daughter could drop them in to the most awkward situations. The memory of her second meeting with Beca in college emerge. That had been awkward after they had finished singing together. She had been confident about all that, yet she still couldn't believe she had walked into a stranger's shower.

"Okay Becs, what did you find?"

"Pictures. In a box. In back of the closet."

Pictures in her closet? She tried to remember what box Becs could be talking about. The only photos she could remember are the ones of their family. The only…

Her eyes widen in realization. She hadn't opened that box since the day she had brought Becs home from the hospital. She had thrown everything that could have reminded her of Beca and Aubrey and the Bellas into one box. She had never been able to bring herself to get rid of it. She had cried that time she had let all the hurt she had felt consume her. Thoughtlessly she had torn to pieces one of the photos she had of the three of them together. On a whim and her begging they had gone to Orlando, FL during winter break for a few days.

With a combined team effort, she and Beca had persuaded Bree to go to Disney World. Once they had gotten there it was her and Bree that were teaming up to make Beca have some fun. The while trip had been fun. Yet little moments, like her getting Beca and Aubrey to wear vintage Mickey Mouse Mouseketeers hats had been a highlight. A family had taken their picture, and in return Aubrey had taken a picture for them, it had been a moment frozen, however it had caught a moment where they looked as happy as they could be. If she had to pinpoint a time where everything had taken a turn it had been after they had returned from that trip.

Becs sat silently, watching. Her mommy was never this quiet. She was just as loud and happy. So why was she now being so sad faced?

"Mommy?"

Swallowing Chloe gave Becs a bright smile, "You found some pictures from college. Which one were you wondering about?"

Slipping her hand under her Frozen pillow Becs pull out a worn photo. She recognized it immediately. Most of the Bellas were in a dog pile. In the picture she could clearly see Stacie and Jessica on the bottom. Flo was somewhere in the middle with Beca on top, but you couldn't see her face. Chloe could still remember it though. The bear trap net hung from the tree, and Aubrey and herself were near the pile of girls with shock written all over their faces.

It had been Beca's sophomore year when Amy had found a training camp to work on trust building exercises. The counselor had been pretty cool until Beca had started questioning their methods. Then they had turned into a drill sergeant that had put Aubrey to shame.

"Who is them?"

"Are they," Chloe corrected with a smile. "They were the best group of friends I ever had. Want me to tell you about them as a story?"

The smile was all the answer she needed.

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It was late but she couldn't go home yet. The files with all the information she wanted to know lay a couple inches to the left of her turntables. Lily had been keeping tabs on all of them so she shouldn't have been as surprised as she was when the folder containing all of Bree's and Chloe's information was dropped on her desk an hour after her surprise meeting with her new company lawyer. MBP Records, it was the only thing she could think to do to remember them without shouting to the world that there were two women out there who held her heart and never gave it back.

It also reminded her as a big mental "F-you" towards them. She had made something of her life, without them. What she accomplice with the help of her friends was a reminder of her worth. She was worth more than they had treated her in the end. She had her own label that even her Dad had never believed she could do, much less make a career out of making music. Millions wanted to work for her. Billions wanted to be signed by her.

Everywhere she went people wanted to see who was behind the mask.

Finally getting fed up with her cowardly behavior Beca grabbed the folder off the desk, flipping it open she skimmed the information as she grabbed her coffee off her desk, bringing it to her lips.

Name: Aubrey Rebel Posen

Sex: F

Age: 29

Mother: Elizabeth Jane Posen (living)

Father: Aaron Daniel Posen (living)

Marital Status: Single

Partner: none

Location: Los Angeles, California

Employment: MBP Records

Information: Estranged and disowned from family. Graduated top of class at Harvard Law School

Has not been married

Stubborn

Temper

Has gotten her head out of her ass and is no longer wearing it as a hat

Searching for Beca Mitchell and Chloe Beale

She is still in love with you both. Not giving up

Her breath caught in her throat. Knees buckled. She felt the pain in her knees as her body slammed to the floor. The sound of papers from the file scattering around the room as her eyes slammed shut. Neither made the words she had just read disappear from her mind.

Aubrey was single?

She was searching for her and Chloe?

She was still in love with her?

She scoffed. It had to be wrong. It meant something else. What could it have meant? Why weren't Chloe and Bree together? Before she had become involved with them the group had wondered how long it would take for them to tie the knot. Each time she had had to hear bets being placed on when and how long it would take she would feel like someone was ripping her heart out.

But what could have happened to break them up? They had been so happy with each other when she left them. She could still remember them arguing with her to stay. They had seemed so earnest but she had known it was only to save face. Aubrey never took failure well. Letting her into their lives was just another way Aubrey failed to make herself perfect. Chloe had the help anyone in need attitude. By letting her stay Chloe was making sure in her own way that Beca was safe. And just for the extra mile they fucked her too.

They had opened their arms welcoming her into their lives after they had heard that something was a little off with her. Giving her a place to be safe, she never told them, any of them how much she had needed that safety back then. It also gave her pause because a huge part of her wondered how she had misunderstood their feelings for her so badly. She could remember the first time they took her to bed. Everything had just crashed down on her head that day. The relationship she had slow built with her father was gone after some of the thing that had happen caught his notice.

Jesse had tried to contact her, but she wouldn't take his calls. The voice messages were… she didn't want to think on it.

Chloe and Bree had just come home and when she looked up…

She finally admitted to herself that she loved them. Both of them.

She recalled all the blood leave her face as that realization flooded her mind. She remembered Chloe noticing something was wrong first. She recollected Aubrey sprinting after her when she bolted for the door with Chloe a step behind her. Chloe had reached her first, slapping the door shut and effectively trapping her against the door as she struggled to get away from them both. Shouting something that had made no sense at the time. There could have been a few curses. What she didn't remember was who kissed her first or the words exchanged after. She didn't remember how she got into their bed or when her clothes or theirs had been removed.

What she really remembered from that night after Chloe trapped her against that door was hands, lips, and, maybe a strap-on, that had brought her to climax over and over again. During that whole time she had cried and begged them not to stop, to not leave her.

Her eyes snapped opened. That was it. She had let herself be vulnerable and they had used the easiest way to calm her down. Six years ago they had loved her, they just were never in love with her.

Standing to her feet, Beca ignored the rest of Aubrey's file. Glaring at the second one she stomped back to her desk. Grabbed Chloe's folder scanning the slim contents when one word sent a chill down her spine freezing her in place.