Summary: AU. Beca is a top CIA agent that gets captured by a psychopathic villain named 'The Doctor'. Beca would've killed her enemy on the spot if it wasn't for how gorgeous she was. Bechloe, Beca/Chloe. Staubrey, Stacie/Aubrey.


Falling for the Enemy

Chapter Seven


"Eat, I'd prefer it if you didn't die," Chloe demanded, placing a small bowl of plain porridge in front of Beca. It had been three days since Beca and Jesse had got kidnapped, with Beca's ever-growing crush on the enemy becoming more powerful with each passing hour. Beca, whose hands were still handcuffed to the dentist's chair, frowned in response, "Well I'm not going to uncuff you, am I?I can only…wait, no. I'm not doing that, I'll get Lily to. Oh, she's monitoring the cameras…ugh, fine. I'll feed you, that's the easiest option." She scooped up a little of the porridge on the spoon and directed it towards Beca's mouth, the brunette more than happy to oblige and eat the tasteless, gooey liquid.

Especially if I get to stare at that gorgeous face and those double D boobs-Mitchell, get a fucking grip on yourself! Beca chewed the porridge in mild satisfaction; it was freezing cold, extra thick and seemed as though it hadn't been cooked properly. But Beca was appreciative that Chloe was giving her anything to eat. According to one of Bumper's messages, she'd feast on gourmet meals each evening and would invite a sidekick or a 'prisoner' to join if they'd behaved well that day. Okay, time to listen to Agent Allan's bullshit from the grave. If I can stay on Chloe's good side for the next twelve hours, which is probably fucking impossible, then I get to eat actual food and spend more time with her. Ah, dinner with Chloe 'gorgeous specimen' Beale…wait, no! I have to kill her and get out of here, hopefully Jesse won't be too far so we're able to escape together. God, but those fucking boobs…

"is it good, Beca?" Chloe questioned, watching Beca take needy gulps of the breakfast; that was the first time she'd used Beca's first name since their encounter. Beca nodded desperately, "That's nice to hear, I'm glad you enjoy my cooking. Only, it's raw," She giggled sadistically, watching Beca's eyes widen, "I'm joking, Beca. I don't wish to kill you. Yet." Her smile faded, replaced by a steely, cold, emotionless expression.

"O-Oh…" A little of the porridge dribbled down Beca's chin as she gulped aloud. And here she was thinking that she'd managed to remain in Chloe's 'good books' in a big, black permanent marker. Did The Doctor genuinely intend to kill her? Or was it a clever ploy to frighten her?

Chloe giggled once more, wiping the dribble and excess porridge away away from Beca's chin. The woman really is a fucking looney. "You're not a baby, Beca. A grown-up is perfectly aware of how to feed themselves, it's basic human nature," The redhead mocked, a familiar twinkle gleaming in her eyes, "Sure such a high-ranked CIA agent as yourself would be perfectly aware of simple, living essentials necessary to survive. Food equals energy. This energy is supplied to our body's cells, and so…wait, I forgot. You don't have the intellectual capacity to understand the complexity behind energy production." She smirked in a derisive, insulting way, almost 'milking' the power she'd gained over the smaller, more fragile woman.

Was Chloe purposely attempting to wind Beca up? The agent had thought so, not even taking the enemy's comments to heart in the slightest. Training for the CIA and being raised in a broken household had provided her with a thick skin. As the famed saying had gone, 'Sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me'. Beca had first heard this statement when she was five years-old, and she hadn't forgotten it since.

"Anyhow, are you finished?" Chloe asked, sounding a little impatient, "I'd like to get back to my laboratory if you don't mind, I'm creating a new serum. It's much like the tranquilizer you'd been shot with by yours truly, but…well, that's none of your business. It's mine and The Nurse's, nobody else's. Nonthless, I could spare a brief viewing. Nothing will result in chaos, I'm almost certain of that. Perhaps you'd wish to join me there at a more appropriate point in time? I'm almost certain you'll enjoy it."

"Okay…" Beca nodded, silently thanking Chloe for the breakfast.

Chloe arose from her chair and proceeded to exit the room, despite spinning around several seconds later, a sudden thought having rushed to her brain, "You know…I don't think I've tortured you just yet. I get a kick out of a good ol' punch-up," She chuckled darkly; all Beca was able to do was stare, a look of confusion and fear drawing her features. Beca hadn't done anything to irritate the redhead (excluding her one-time screaming-fest the first time they'd met), so did Chloe hurt people simply because…she took pleasure in doing so? "Oh, you are a silly little moo. I'm only messing around, Agent Mitchell. I consider myself to have a half-decent sense of humour. You're too helpful and obeying to deserve that form of treatment. Your annoying, squealing friend on the other hand…not so much. I haven't been able to deal with his previous antics, being immensely preoccupied in my horrific workload. But today, well…today shall be interesting, for sure…"

As Chloe trailed off into a lengthy speech about forms of torture, Beca fixated her thoughts on the stunning woman stood before her; on that day, Chloe had straightened her hair, giving it a wetter, silkier ppearance. She'd worn her stained laboratory coat over an incredibly low-cut and tight, spaghetti-strapped tank-top. A light dusting of foundation, mascara and blusher dusted her features, perfectly matching the thin coating of sparkling pink lip gloss.

Jesus fucking Christ.

"You do have a tendency to daydream, Beca," Chloe noted, instantly knocking the smaller woman out of her trance, "Is there anything of interest within this room? Anything that…tailors to your needs?"

"You…" Beca murmured aloud. Chloe narrowed her eyes, panicking the brunette; she hadn't intended on the redhead hearing her remark, only think she'd consider it without saying a word. But, before Beca could grow any more concerned, her heart feeling as though it was about to burst out of her chest, Chloe laughed hysterically. Okay, what the fuck…one second she looks like she's about to kill me, the next she's laughing…why do I fancy the pants off her?

"Oh, Agent Mitchell," Finally composing herself, Chloe flashed a wicked smirk, her eyes bulging, "I thank you for the lovely compliment. It's well appreciated. Now, sit tight; I'll be returning in a couple of hours to check up on you. For now, familiarize yourself with the surroundings . I'm certain you'll find more things of interest apart from myself, wouldn't you agree? I know I'm interesting, I hear it often, but there's always something else you can fixate on." She leant forwards and pecked Beca's cheek, earning a deep blush from the smaller woman.

What is this woman doing to me?


As much as Aubrey wished to keep her promise to Jesse, she hadn't; she hadn't whatsoever.

Jesse, as frequently as Aubrey mentioned it, refused to obey Chloe's commands. The Doctor had required for him to eat the 'food' she'd provided him with, only for the agent to spit in the redhead's face. All Chloe had done was snarl aggressively, Aubrey attempting to control her immense shaking in the corner of the room. Next, he hadn't obliged to Chloe's queries when she'd questioned him about life working under the 'pathetic CIA'. To say the least, Chloe hadn't been pleased, but surprisingly she hadn't lashed out…yet. Finally, during yesterday evening Chloe had gone off in a daze, her monologue lasting for hours upon end. As a result, Jesse fell asleep, snoring aloud. The least Chloe had done was slap him across the face as a 'wake-up' call. That was the last straw, however; Chloe wished to show the 'insolent, little man' who was the boss, growing weary of the constant rudeness he'd display.

"Jesse…" Aubrey sat down beside Agent Swanson, pulling a frown almost instantly. She gently touched his arm, "I'm sorry, but…you've brought this upon yourself. I tried to warn you, I really did…" Jesse stared at her blankly, the bright red mark where Chloe had whacked him still noticeable, "Please, please try to understand, I can't…ugh, I can't intervene." The blonde raked her fingers through her hair, furrowing her eyebrows, "You do…understand, don't you?"

"Yes…and no," Jesse's voice was weak and hoarse; he hadn't had a drink since yesterday morning, his throat becoming relatively dry and sore overnight from the lack of hydration, "I get it, I should've listened to Chloe…but it isn't right. She's the enemy. And as far as I'm concerned, so are you, no matter how lovely you've treated me," Aubrey shivered at this, "I appreciate it, I do. You're the one with a heart, Chloe isn't. But…I know in my heart it's wrong to step down and be a coward, Bumper and Cynthia-Rose didn't give up; they persisted, driving Chloe to kill them in solid daylight. And do you know why? Because they never caved under pressure, they never allowed Chloe to control them because that's what she wants. Inflicting fear is a way for her to gain control, and if you don't allow her to frighten you into obeying her commands, she's totally powerless. Me and Beca, we'll do the same. We won't give in to you, or that crazy chick with the running blades, or The Doctor. And that's my promise to you, Aubrey. I won't go back on my word either, a CIA agent never does."

All Aubrey managed to do was nod in response; she'd respected agents for the likes of Jesse, Bumper and Cynthia-Rose. She'd respected their own lives and values. And yet, work still needed to commence. Aubrey wanted her money desperately, no matter how ruthless and cold-hearted she attempted to be. She wasn't Chloe, and she never would be Chloe. Chloe loved killing people, abusing them and causing heartache within their families, that was about as sick and twisted as a person could become. Money had been Aubrey's main priority, but living in fear was another; she was simply too scared to say 'no'. Maybe Jesse had indirectly called her a coward for not standing up to Chloe, she didn't know.

"Oh, Jesse," Chloe 'sing-songed', a significant spring in her step as she skipped into the room. She grinned wide, slowing her pace down by slight, "Jesse, Jesse, Jesse…you have certainly been a naughty boy, haven't you? Disobeying my commands, treating me with little to no respect. What kind of a prisoner would do such an awful, sadistic thing to their prison officer-"

"You're the one that's awful and sadistic!" Jesse snapped, narrowing his eyes. Chloe's beam dropped into a dissatisfied frown, light blue eyes darkening in anger. Aubrey silently gulped, shifting into the corner of the room; Jesse was completely bringing this upon himself, "Killing innocent people! Killing my friends! I hate you for what you've done to them! And I will not - I repeat, not - ever 'obey your commands'! Looking at you makes me sick, thinking you're a 'high and mighty godess' when - in reality - you're a motherfucking psychopath-"

"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" Chloe snarled, pushing her hands up against Jesse's neck. Jesse chocked and wheezed, straining and struggling to breathe. Aubrey whimpered, her lower lip trembling in fear. He clenched his fists into little balls, smashing them against the handcuffs. Chloe only tightened her grip, strangling the agent further. Tears formed in Jesse's eyes as he gazed into Chloe's lifeless, monstrous ones, praying in his mind that she'd release him. But she didn't, "DON'T YOU FUCKING CALL ME A 'PSYCHOPATH' YOU FUCKING PATHETIC EXCUSE FOR A LIFE! DO YOU KNOW WHO THE FUCK I AM?! DO YOU?!" Jesse, in barely a whisper, managed to mouth Chloe's alias in between short breaths, "Not only that…I FUCKING OWN YOU, YOU LITTLE SHIT! I FUCKING OWN EVERYBODY!" She took her hands away from Jesse's neck and punched him square in the face continuously. A single tear escaped Jesse's eye, his breathing ragged and shallow, "DO YOU HEAR THAT?! I AM YOUR RULER, AND UNLESS YOU WANT TO FUCKING DIE, YOU LISTEN TO YOUR RULER!" She delivered a final blow to Jesse's face, giving him a heavy nosebleed.

Sticky, red fluids trickled down out his nostrils, his face black and blue. Purple bruises had began to form on his forehead, around his eyes and on his cheeks, much to the amusement of the psychotic, deranged redhead. She laughed loud and maniacally, pulling a couple of hairs out of Jesse's head for maximum effect. Jesse yelped in pain, doing all he could to compose himself follwing The Doctor's brutal hits. If she'd done this to Beca too, he'd kill her; Jesse would literally kill her once he'd access 'the watch' on his right wrist, his sheer hatred only increasing from Chloe's unnecessary abuse. Aubrey cupped her mouth with both hands, her lip trembling and quivering as she shook and shuddered.

What had she got herself into?