A/N: Hello Pitch Perfect Fans! Here's is the seventh chapter of 'Know When to Hold 'Em'. Sorry for the delay, this last week got crazy busy, and I am also working on my other story, Pitch Perfect 3 – An Unofficial Version, which is being continued.
Thanks to everyone for reading, and please leave a review; they really are helpful.
Disclaimer: As always, I do not own Pitch Perfect or any of the characters, but I do love them.
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Chapter 7
Secret Calls
Beca peers round the door into the bedroom to ensure Kommissar isn't close, and then pulls the iPhone out of the robe's pocket. She looks at it. It's locked, but is fully charged and it seems to be brand new. Flipping it over she sees on the back are written two words, 'Chloe's Birthday'. Beca thinks for a second and then flips the phone back over and types out the numerical equivalent of Chloe's birthday into the code, and gives a little yelp as it unlocks the phone. Covering her mouth, she peers nervously out into the bedroom. She smiles triumphantly when there's still no sign of Kommissar, as she pumps the air with her fist.
Quickly Beca opens the phone app and goes into the contracts. There's only one, Chloe's, and it accompanies a goofy picture of the redhead blowing a kiss. Beca shakes her head, pressing Chloe's number. The phone is answered after just two rings.
"Beca?"
"Chloe," Beca breathes a sigh of relief as she hears her best friend's voice.
"Don't worry, Beca!" Chloe says loudly into the phone, before Becs has a chance to say anything else. "Everything's going to be fine. Operation G Double B is underway."
"Uhh, G double B?" Beca asks confused.
"Operation Get Beca Back," replies Chloe, as if it's obvious.
Beca nods, it does seem rather obvious. "Oh, I figured it was something Fat Amy or Stacie would come up with…."
"Oh, Stacie did," Chloe chuckles, "and Fat Amy then giggled like a twelve-year-old boy, thinking she said double D."
Beca smiles, "That sounds about right. So, the room issue this morning. That was you and the Bellas, wasn't it?"
She hears the redhead pause, and knows she's stalling. "Um, maybe…"
"Chloe," Beca says, in a voice she knows the redhead has trouble resisting. For some reason when Beca goes all formal, Chloe just melts and tells her whatever Beca is trying to pry out of her.
She hears the redhead chuckling, "Yeah… I just thought credible deniability for you, might not be a bad idea."
"You might be right, but I have to know. How?"
"Lily somehow got ahold of a security badge, and a hotel employee uniform for Ashley…"
"Why Ashley?"
"Beca," Chloe says in an exasperated tone, "Ashley is finishing her Master's in Cybersecurity…" Her tone suggests this is a well-known fact.
Beca blushes, feeling a bit embarrassed at not knowing. "Oh, I didn't realize that."
Chloe waves it off, though Beca can't see it over the phone. "Anyway, Lily was able to get Ashley into one of the hotel's offices, with a computer, and make a few changes that look innocuous enough to be data entry errors."
Beca covers her mouth with her hand, trying to stifle her laughter.
"We're going to keep that German bitch off-balance, while we figure out how to extricate you from that contract," says Chloe.
"Any ideas?"
"Not completely yet, so we're thinking we need delays. Did you bring your passport with you?"
"Why?"
"Well if you didn't, you couldn't leave the country."
"I did." Beca sighs dejectedly. "I never took it out of the carry on I had during my trip to Europe."
"Damn, someone collected your bags from our room last night."
"Yeah Luisa is pretty thorough…"
"It's Luísa now?" Chloe's voice holds just the hint of something.
Beca responds automatically, "Well she told me to call her that…"
Chloe exhales with a huff, "I'm going to have to work faster. That blonde bitch is getting her claws into you."
The petite brunette chuckles nervously, "I would argue, but I kinda feel the same." She can imagine Chloe frowning into the phone. The redhead doesn't sound so chipper when she talks next. "See if you can get your passport unobtrusively out of your bag, and smuggle it out of your suite. We will get it from you downstairs. That way we can delay any attempt to take you out of the country. Are you going to be leaving the suite anytime soon?"
"I think so. There's a performance tonight, and Kommissar wants me to perform…"
"Really?"
"Yeah, I think she wants to show me off."
"Can't blame her wanting to do that," replies Chloe with a bit of her typical flirtatious lilt.
Beca feels the warmth of blush on her cheeks. "You say the sweetest things Beale. You're going to make me believe I'm beautiful…"
"Oh, I have every intention of proving how beautiful and sexy you are for the rest of our lives Becs," says Chloe, as she lets her voice take a husky sultry sound.
Beca swallows as images from her dream springs to mind. "Oh, really?"
"Uh huh, Becs, I got some particularly great ideas from this dream I had last night. It involved you me and a hotel shower…."
The blood drains from Beca's face, and she feels a bit light-headed. "Umm, what?"
"I had the most intense dream about you last night. I really want to reenact it with you…."
Beca chokes out an, "Oh, okay. Umm, Uhh, that sounds hot…." Images distinct and very vivid flash before her eyes.
"Trust me, it was…." Beca can hear the lust in every syllable of Chloe's words; she has to gulp. Suddenly she's feeling very lightheaded.
"Umm so how am I going to get you the… umm, the…" Beca desperately wants to change the subject, but can't seem to find the right words. "... Umm, I mean the passport, yeah the passport, how do I get it to you?"
Chloe pauses for a second, Beca thinks she hears the redhead talking to people in the background. "Beca, before you leave, text the word go. We'll intercept you and get the passport."
Beca scrunches her face, "How? I'll be surrounded by members of DSM and Kommissar."
"Don't worry about it, we'll have a plan." Chloe's confidence gives Beca hope.
"Thanks, Chlo."
"Your welcome Becs," the redhead's voice is soft and warm, and Beca just wants to listen to it forever. "I miss you," Chloe whispers.
Beca smirks as she looks in the bathroom mirror. "It's been one night, not even 24 hours."
"I still can miss you."
"I miss you too."
Chloe sighs dramatically, and Beca can practically see her, biting her lower lip, huge round puppy dog eyes, running a hand absently through her red hair.
Chloe's voice is suddenly much lower, and Beca shivers just at the sound of it. "We're going on our date, Becs."
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Beca moves towards her bags. Her talk with Chloe has given her a boost of confidence. She can hear Kommissar talking on the phone in the next room, still very agitated. She quickly opens her carry-on bag and starts digging through it to the pocket where she left her passport. Feeling around she frowns, until her hands brush the small booklet. Beca gives a triumphant yelp as she lifts her passport above her head.
"Oh, Danke mein Kleine Maus…"
Beca lets out a startled yell as she flies back from her bag. Holding her chest, she gives Kommissar a pointed look. "Don't do that!"
"What?" Asks the truly confused blonde woman. She had merely been coming in to give Beca the agenda for the Morning when she had spied the petite brunette with her passport. The reaction of the tiny American had completely surprised her.
Beca narrows her eyes at the taller woman and says, "Don't scare me like that."
"Oh, mein Neckisch Maus. You are such a jittery little thing, so neckisch, what is the word? Skittish, easily startled. Ja; I think that is the word. Do not worry mein Neckisch Maus, I will protect you and keep you safe."
"I am NOT skittish! I'm badass!"
"Ja, mein Mutig Maus. Total badass. I forget you are the kicker of the ass."
"Mutig?"
"Brave…"
"Shut up…"
"But I must thank you." Says Kommissar as she plucks the passport from Beca's hand.
"Hey give me that," says Beca as she lunges for the thin blue book like document.
"Nein mein Sehr Klein Maus, I need it for work visas and travel documents." She holds the passport up above her head as Beca futility jumps trying to reach it. The German is quite amused at the petite American's antics. "I thought we would have to send for your passport. I did not think to ask if you have it. This will save us so much time. I thought we might have to stay in New York for a couple weeks as we got your work permits all in order. But now with your passport we can get started right away."
Beca stops hopping and glares. "Oh, and a couple weeks in New York sounds so good," Beca says sarcastically.
"It does. Doesn't it." Luisa says with an intriguing look. "Maybe you and I should do a little stay over, either way." Her eyes darken with desire as she openly appraises Beca. "It could allow us to really get to know one another."
"Umm, yeah, I mean no, I… don't… think… Uhh, yeah…. No…. I mean…."
"Don't worry mein Kleine Maus, I will take care of it all. Now get ready…."
"For?"
"You have mandatory training this morning."
"Training?"
"We have at least a two-hour workout in every day. We must stay in shape for our performances."
"Are you related to Aubrey Posen at all?"
"Aubrey Posen?"
"You know, you met her last night. Posen; intense blonde, almost as intense as you, and nearly as beautiful… Oh God, now it's creeping into things about other beautiful blondes… Damn It! I'm going to stop rambling now."
"I don't know why, mein Niedlich Kleine Maus. I like that you keep referencing my beauty. Though I'm jealous you think of this other blonde…"
"Please stop," Beca holds up her hand. "I don't think of Posen in anyway. She's attractive, it would be a lie to say otherwise."
"True. Having met her last night. I am just happy you think I am more beautiful."
"Dear God help me," Beca mumbles. In an attempt to change the subject. "So, we'll be training every day?"
"Ja. It's one of the things that set DSM apart from all others. I myself always put in a little more, probably an extra hour."
"Well judging by the definition in your arms alone, it's working," Beca says, "Not to mention your ass… Jesus, I have issues."
"But they are so adorable on you…"
"I'm NOT adorable, I'm… NO! I'm not doing that with you. That's a Chloe thing…"
The German woman chuckles and turns to leave with the passport. "Get together everything you need for a workout. We're heading down to the gym in a couple minutes," she says over her shoulder.
Beca can't help but smack her forehead with her palm at this new development.
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Ten minutes later Beca is moving with the rest of DSM through the lobby of the hotel l, looking about, hoping to see Chloe, or any of the Bellas. She really doesn't know how they are going to reach her, or how she's going to pass the bad news about the passport. This day was off to a bad start, and losing the passport to Kommissar only made it worse.
"Becaw!"
In Beca's head she can only think her shitty day just got worse. "Damn!"
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A/N: so, a little bit of a cliffhanger. Hope people are still liking this. For those hoping for a Beca Kommissar pairing, sorry, not in the cards.
