A/N: Here is the newest chapter about the Bellas Las Vegas adventures.

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As always, I don't own Pitch Perfect, but I love the characters!

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Chapter 13

Revelation

Kommissar helplessly watches Beca leap from the stage, and disappear into the front row of the crowd. She cannot believe what is happening, she's never felt less control, in her entire life. It's a new feeling, one she doesn't like very much. She's always in control. People bend to her, it's never the other way around.

She senses more than sees the rest of DSM form up behind her, and it reminds her that she is still in control of the most important thing in her life. Filled with renewed confidence, she knows she can collect her wayward Maus, she may even be able to use this momentary rebellion to help in her process of bringing the talented American to heel. However, before she can take a step towards where her Maus has escaped to, the lights all shutoff. The darkness in the arena is absolute and complete.

"What is going on? What is causing this?" Kommissar growls at Pieter.

Her second-in-command steps up next to her, and even in the darkness she knows he's shrugging his shoulders. "How would I know? This place could be haunted for all I know. Or maybe your scheme for the tiny troll has brought a curse on us," Kommissar can easily hear the snark in Pieter's voice.

"Do not be stupid, and what I do with mein Maus is my business."

"Kommissar, do we finish the set?" Asks the woman just to Kommissar's left. "We still have three songs."

"Nein! How can we in this darkness?"

As if answering Kommissar's rhetorical question, a bank of lights powers on, bathing all the members of DSM in a pool of light.

The members of DSM have become such a well-organized machine, the members who were supposed to start the next song, use the lights as their cue, and begin singing the next song. For a half-a-heartbeat Kommissar considers ignoring her role in the song, and rushing over to catch her Maus, but DSM has a reputation to maintain, and when she hears Pieter start to sing, she knows she will finish the set. Trapped in the routine she herself setup, Kommissar is forced to finish DSM's performance.

By the end of the performance the crowd is going wild, nobody there had ever seen such a performance before.

Kommissar moves to the front of the stage taking a bow. She looks down, and the Bellas are still there, clapping politely, but her Maus, and the scheming ginger are nowhere to be seen.

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Chloe steps onto the balcony. Beca is already there, standing against the rails, staring out at the bright lights of sin city as she breathes in the cool desert night air. The petite brunette tenses for a moment, till she sees that it's Chloe.

Looking out over the lights of the Vegas strip, "It's really beautiful here. How did you know about this place?"

Chloe shrugs and smirks, "Not my first time in Vegas."

"I can't believe what we just did," says Beca in a hushed tone, as if someone might hear them.

"I know," giggles Chloe in response. "I can't quite believe it either."

"How were you able to setup an escape under the stage?"

"Lily had a diagram of the tunnels."

"Why am I not surprised. I thought we were going to get caught down there when we heard those footsteps," says Beca in a soft breathless way.

"It did add to the excitement," Chloe still feels the adrenaline of the escape.

"Yeah, it did," Beca admits with a lopsided grin. "As did, what I'm sure was Lily's timely intervention?"

Chloe giggles as she nods, "Yeah."

Beca can't help but giggle too, which is totally out of character, but this entire situation, and Chloe's laugh are just infectious. "I'm assuming she was the source of firecrackers and smoke bombs."

"Yeah, funny thing is she had all of them even before we got into this situation. When I asked her about it, she just pointed out she was proven right to have them."

"She really should work for the CIA," sighs Beca. She turns again to stare out at the city, not trying to keep the wry smile off her face.

"I think she does."

"Seriously?"

"Seriously."

Both women laugh, and it feels like such a relief. When the laughter fades, each woman is left smiling at the other. There's warmth and caring in the smiles, and both know the smile they are sharing is only for the other.

The smile on Beca's face warms Chloe's heart, and she quickly closes the distance, taking her longtime crush into her arms and captures her lips. The new couple kiss with a passion that has been building for years, yet every kiss she shares with Beca, only seems to intensify their need for one another.

After a solid minute of savoring the sweet taste of each other's lips, they pull apart, though they stay close, resting their foreheads together.

"Where did you disappear to?" Beca asks.

Chloe giggles, "I thought the occasion deserved to be toasted. I bought us a bottle of champagne. An expensive one too. We'll have to thank DSM for it."

As if on cue, a waitress appears, carrying a tray with two glasses, and followed by a waiter with a stand an ice bucket; the long neck of a champagne bottle sticking out. The team works quickly to get everything setup, and present Beca and Chloe a glass of champagne each.

"Courtesy of Alpha Kappa Beta," says the waitress.

"Why, what a surprise," Chloe says with faux surprise.

"Who?" Beca asks, confused.

The young women each take a glass and toast each other as the wait staff depart.

Beca takes another sip, smacks her lips in appreciation of the taste, and says, "That's really good, but isn't it dangerous for you to use a DSM credit card? Couldn't they trace it back to you?"

Chloe waves Beca's concerns away. "Lily nicked it from Hans when she incapacitated him…."

Beca's eyes widen in shock, "Lily incapacitated Hans?"

"Oh, that's right, you don't know about that. So, when Lily stole your passport back…."

"Lily stole my passport?"

"Yeah, but I don't think Kommissar knows yet, which is good, because she hasn't started the process of getting you a replacement." Chloe taps her chin as she thinks through different scenarios.

"Where does incapacitating Hans fit into this?" Beca asks confused.

"Well, Lily broke into Kommissar's suite and was about to get away scot-free, when this Hans, and another member of DSM happened in on her. She quickly incapacitated them…."

"How-wait," Beca holds up her hand, "I don't want to know."

Chloe grins, "So she did a quick frisk, and found a company credit card on Hans. We used it to pay for a number of lap dances and a week's worth of booze from the strip club we dumped them in."

"So, you still have the credit card? And used it?" Beca asks incredulously.

"Well not anymore. I trashed it after this last purchase," Chloe assures the petite brunette.

"But they could trace the card to you. Kommissar could have you arrested," says Beca, who doesn't think the redhead is taking this serious enough.

"Aww, Badass Mitchell actually cares," Chloe says as she snuggles closer to the petite brunette.

"Hey, I do care, I can't have you getting in trouble," Beca says in all seriousness.

Chloe grins sheepishly at her love, and bends into a slow sensuous kiss. It's soft and sweet and urgent. Everything Chloe has ever wanted it to be and more, because it's real and it's Beca and so it's perfect.

When the two lovers break the kiss at long last they're both breathing heavily and their lips are swollen and red. Both are smiling contentedly as they rest their foreheads against each other. Enjoying the feel of Beca's skin against hers, Chloe whispers, "Don't worry, I didn't make the purchase. I sweet talked a bachelor party to do it. I claimed it was for a bachelorette party challenge. They were super eager to help."

Beca rolls her eyes, "I bet they were."

"As much as I think I like jealous Beca, I don't want you feeling you need to be. I'm a one-woman kind of girl." Whispers Chloe, as her lips graze the shell of Beca's ear, sending shivers of pleasure down the brunette's spine.

"Now, come here, I may only have you for a few moments before I'm sure your new team tracks you down."

"Yeah, it's kinda scary how good they are at that," Beca sighs loudly. "What are we going to do Chlo? The day after tomorrow I'm slated to get on a flight to New York, and the passport is only a delay, I'm still at some point going to have to go to Berlin." Beca closes her eyes, trying to enjoy the dry desert breeze.

The petite woman feels Chloe's arms around her waist, pulling her tightly into the redhead. "Well, I'm coming too."

"I'm being serious Chloe."

"Hey, did you just forget what happened? We're in this together. Where you go, I go."

"You're being serious, aren't you?"

"Lady Gaga activist serious," says Chloe in a steady voice. "Where you go, I go."

"I really don't want to go Chlo. Things are just starting for me. You, the job with Residual Heat, you…" Beca turns to face Chloe, and she gets lost in those beautiful eyes that have been haunting her dreams. Looking into those oh so beautiful blue eyes fills Beca with both hope and dread.

"We haven't figured out a way to get you out of it, without triggering all the penalties in the contract, but we will." Chloe notes the conflicting emotions in Beca's features. She hugs the smaller woman. "Hey, I still have a card to play. It's not enough to keep Kommissar from triggering the non-compete clauses, so I have been trying to figure that out. Otherwise I would have played it."

"It's just, this should be the happiest day of my life…." Beca starts.

"It's mine," Chloe cuts in.

"Really?" Beca asks incredulously.

Chloe nods, answering honestly and forthright. "Yes."

The smile on Beca's face grows wider, as the breathing between the both of them grows heavier. Beca tilts her head sideways as Chloe finds a particular spot between the brunette's ear and neck that she loves to have nibbled on. Chloe notices Beca's increased breathing, and uses the knowledge to her advantage; nipping at the spot with chaste kisses in between.

"Tease," Beca growls, and she feels the redhead's smirk against her neck. She decides to meet this challenge and take control. Beca moves delicately to turn their bodies so she's trapped Chloe against the railing. She doesn't say anything, but uses the move to her advantage.

Beca positions herself so she ends up fitting easily between Chloe's legs. With her hands-on Chloe's ass, she lifts the taller woman, who easily wraps her legs around the younger woman's hips. The petite brunette captures the redhead's parted lips in a heated kiss.

Chloe is surprised by Beca's bold move, and loves it. She gasps into Beca's mouth, while feeling the throb of lust in her very core. She's impressed with how easily the smaller woman is able to lift her, and with so little effort that she lets out a noise of appreciation; though that may also be because Beca has positioned them so they are both in a better angle for stimulation. The idea that her DJ might take her against this railing is turning her on. Light laughter escapes the redhead, low and lascivious because she's always dreamt of actually doing this with her tiny DJ. Chloe finally got her girl and she'll be damned if she isn't going to enjoy this little bit of happiness.

Two sets of very different blue eyes keep their full attention on the other's, and still Beca doesn't wane or falter in her actions. She holds Chloe's hips so are both pressed together, her hands moving from thigh to butt in a slow predatory move that has the redhead panting with passion.

"Better," Beca whispers, taking care to brush the Chloe's ear with her lips. Then she leans in to kiss her in another heated moment, already seeking out Chloe's bottom lip to nibble and suck as vigorously gentle as she possibly can.

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"What are they doing here?" Kommissar growls, anger flooding through her at the sight before her. She steps out on balcony and pauses, trying to collect herself, but she can't with her Maus kissing that meddling redhead just ten meters away.

"It seems pretty apparent," Pieter says as he steps up to her shoulder, his voice is heavy with sarcasm. What he's seeing is what he expected. If he had been asked what they would find when they started this hunt, this is what he would have answered.

Kommissar emits an angry growl as she stalks over towards the young couple, fuming with anger. The usually cool and collected blonde leader approaches Beca and Chloe menacingly.

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The next kiss is even better because it's less rushed. They take their time exploring each other's mouths and trailing hands all over the other's body. Chloe could spend a lifetime doing this and it still wouldn't be enough, she thinks.

While Beca's butterfly kisses are keeping her busy at Chloe's neck, the brunette's hands are kneading at her lover's hips, working them all the way down to Chloe's ass and kneading the cheeks there. Beca can't help the smile; she's secretly always had a thing for Chloe's ass.

The only sounds in the balcony now are the passing cars in the streets below, and the sounds of their pleasure they manage to evoke from one another. This actually fuels Beca, the silence, because all she wants to do is fill it with the sounds she's eliciting from Chloe. And it feels like Chloe has the same theory, since she's moved on from just breaking the kiss on her lips and kissing all the way down Beca's jaw. The redhead stops at the same spot on Beca's neck from earlier, and just barely begins to suck on that spot before she inadvertently rocks her hips out of instinct and reflex, which elicits a groan from Chloe.

Chloe rocks her pelvis back in return that causes Beca to gasp out slightly in return. The fire that has been burning between the two lovers has increased from a slow burn to a full bonfire now.

They're so lost in each other that they don't even notice Kommissar coming up behind them. Neither of them hear Kommissar as she stops a mere six feet away. Only when a harsh cough from Pieter sounds, do the two women realize they're no longer alone.

Chloe emits a high shriek and Beca mutters, "Oh my God!"

"Well, well, well," Kommissar says with a hint of malice. "What do we have here? A lost little Maus?"

Chloe's jaw clenches once and Beca clears her throat to hide anything in her voice that can be used against her. They break apart with flushed cheeks. They both turn to look at the source of the sound; their faces showing their annoyance. Chloe spins around, facing Kommissar in such a way that she's half in front of Beca.

"Enjoying the air, hmm?" comes the chilling voice of Kommissar from a few feet away. The German Amazonian raises her eyebrow at the couple, yet before they can say anything, Kommissar is saying in German. "Ich bin sehr enttäuscht, meine sehr Schlechte Maus," The tall blonde steps closer. Chloe subtly moves to continue to shield Beca from the German woman. She's not sure what Kommissar just said, but the sound of her voice, there is a hint of threat.

The leader of DSM notes the shift by the redhead, but ignores her, continuing to focus on Beca. "Du bist der hinterhältige, mein maus," Kommissar stares at her hard, then looks at the redhead. "Du bist eine miese, kleine, überhebliche…"

"Hey!" Beca cuts Kommissar off. "She is not a sneaky rat. She's only having to do this because YOU tricked me into basically signing my life away."

"Yet you signed, and so you are now a member of DSM. So, you will come with me," Kommissar reaches to grab Beca, but Chloe moves again so she's in between. "I will gladly have you keep your hands off my wife…."

"What?" Kommissar asks, disbelief clear on the blonde woman's face.

Chloe looks the taller woman square in the eye and says in a flat serious voice "Keep your damn hands off of my wife!"

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A/N: so, another chapter in the books. I am not as happy with this chapter, but I'm hoping you are still liking this story. It has been a lot of fun.