Author's Note/Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Pitch Perfect characters, locations, or event references. Nor am I owner of any of the real life references used. I am just a writer who had an idea for a Becommissar ship and I wish to share it with the world.

I'm here with another chapter! It hasn't been a year since my last update, but I am extremely sorry for this delay! There's been a lot going on and again, I'm trying to be perfect. But this slow burn needs to pick up a little! It's the first date! How do you all think it'll go? Hmmm…Please enjoy!

And on with the story!

Cologne, Germany: Old Town Cologne, 08:26 a.m.

Beca fiddled with the ends of her pleated skirt, wrestling with the nonexistent wrinkles as she awkwardly stood next to the plaza's equestrian statue, her eyes following the locals as they went about their morning. Letting out a forced cough, attempting to calm her nerves, Beca reached down to pull out her phone, her eyes staring at the time on the screen as she silently counted down the minutes. Sighing, she put the phone away, allowing her eyes to return to the passing locals, her arms crossed as she waited.

Deep breaths, Beca…it's just…ha…a date…

Cologne, Germany: Previous Night

Beca froze as she took in Kommissar's question, the older woman staring back in silence, her eyes trained on Beca's as she waited for a response. Blinking, Beca collected herself.

"Oh…um, yeah, sure. Just…give me a sec…"

Beca closed the door behind her as she walked in, moving to set her headphones and laptop on the small desk to the left of the entrance, her senses hyperaware of Kommissar's movements. Kommissar set down her book on the end table next to her as she swung her feet over the side to a sitting position, her eyes tracking Beca as she placed her own items down. The younger woman only glanced back once as she stood by the vanity, her nerves just as shot as the ones from the woman sitting behind her. As the tendrils of awkwardness began to seep into the silence, Beca squared her shoulders, spun on her heel, and leaned back against the vanity.

"So, what did you want to talk about?"

Kommissar held Beca's gaze for a moment before breaking away, her hands gripping at the sheets under her.

"Uh, I wanted," fumbled Kommissar, her mind blanking for a moment as she tried to grasp her words, "um…I wanted to…ha…sorry."

Beca relaxed her stance against the vanity as she watched Kommissar's struggle, surprised at how nervous the usual confident woman was in the moment.

She's never like this…

Pushing off of the vanity, Beca approached the blonde whose eyes were closed, barely budging when Beca sat next to her on the bed.

"Hey," asked Beca, her voice pulling Kommissar's eyes to hers, "are you alright?"

Kommissar's eyes softened at the brunette's worry.

"Yes," she sighed, reaching up to tuck a loose strand of hair behind Beca's ear, "just a little nervous."

"A little?"

Kommissar laughed as she lowered her hand.

"Okay, a lot."

"This have to do with what you want to talk to me about?"

Kommissasar nodded in response.

"Is it really that bad? Does it have to do with work? Wait, don't tell me there's something wrong with the album?"

Kommissar's eyes widened.

"No! No," calmed Kommissar, her hand reaching for Beca's, "The album and the music are fine. Everything is going according to plan; work is fine. It's something a little more…personal."

Beca relaxed as she looked back at Kommissar, making no movements to remove her hands.

"Oh…is it…something I did?"

Kommissar looked back at Beca, her mind suddenly clearing as she stared at the younger girl.

"No," Kommissar chuckled, "it's me and my crazy thoughts."

Beca tilted her head in confusion.

"I'm not sure I follow?"

Kommissar nodded her head with a laugh.

"I'm just overthinking this, I think," said Kommissar as she looked back at Beca's confused eyes. "Would you like to go on a date with me tomorrow?"

Beca jerked back slightly, a little surprised at the question.

"What?"

Kommissar smiled.

"Would you like to go on a date with me tomorrow? Or this weekend for the matter since we're both here and we're both off."

Beca stared back for a moment as her mind processed the sudden turn of events.

Answer her, Beca! You were literally just thinking about this a second ago!

"Ja?" mumbled Beca, timidly looking back at Kommissar.

"Ja?" repeated Kommissar, her smile turning into a smirk as she held their gaze.

"Shut up," broke Beca, pulling away with a blush. "Yes. Happy?"

Kommissar let out a laugh.

"Extremely."

Cologne, Germany: Old Town Cologne, 08:27 a.m.

Beca blushed at the memory, remembering how Kommissar stood up and left the room, winking back at Beca as she left.

"Wouldn't be right to spend the night together before our date."

Beca remembered how her heart fluttered at the comment and how difficult it was to fall asleep since the very thing she was just wondering just came true.

And now you have regressed back to a high school teenager who just found out her crush likes you back.

Beca shook her head to clear her thoughts.

I mean, it's not like we didn't flirt. In fact, these past few months made it easier to deal with her flirting. Which is hilarious because now you're back to being a –

"Maus?"

Beca let out a little squeak as she jumped at Kommissar's voice. Kommissar refrained from saying anything, simultaneously holding back a smile at her reaction.

"I hope you weren't waiting long," the older woman started, eyeing the locals that were passing by, "Pieter said he dropped you off a little early."

Beca shook her head.

"Only about ten minutes. He did say that you wanted to be here before me, but something came up and he had to leave a little earlier than planned?"

"Yeah," said Kommissar, combing her hair back, "His wife's car broke down, so he'll have to pick her up from work on his way over. He wanted to be there before traffic hit."

Beca nodded in understanding as Kommissar smiled back at her, only then noticing what the woman was wearing. Clad in a simple pair of ankle jeans, Kommissar topped the look off with a white graphic tee and black blazer to match her heeled boots.

Simple, yet fashionable…

"Thank you, Beca," said Kommissar, a smirk in her voice, "Your blouse and skirt combo compliment you hat and boots just as well; very cute."

Beca blushed at the compliment, casting her gaze to the ground for a second before looking back.

"Wait…I said that out loud, didn't I?"

Kommissar just nodded with a laugh.

"Nothing new, Beca. Shall we head out? There's this café I wanted to show you; consider it the start of our date?"

Beca felt herself flush.

"S-sure," she stuttered, internally cursing herself as she recomposed herself. "I mean, sure. Lead the way."

Kommissar held out her arm, waiting as Beca looped hers in before heading off. Kommissar provided some small talk as the couple made their way from the plaza to a small café called Echt kölsche Kaffeebud about a block from where they started. Kommissar greeted the owners in a familiar fashion before guiding Beca to the high table right outside of the entryway. Beca intently listened as Kommissar explained the menu options and giggled at a few of the side remarks she made in reference to the other regulars she has ran across as they waited for their orders.

Sitting at the café, just chatting as the morning started, Beca and Kommissar found themselves lost in their conversations. Falling into an easy rhythm, the couple proceed with their date, blushing slightly as the café owner gave them a wink as they moved on. Kommissar admitted that while she had intended making the date super romantic, she figured casual was more their pace than anything else.

Strolling along the Rhine River, the two continued to exchange stories, both of their past and their dreams; pausing only when landmarks or other things caught their eye. Beca admired how much Kommissar seemed to know about the local area, enjoying her own private 'tour guide.' She found herself gazing softly at Kommissar as she never hesitated in helping a few tourists here and there as they walked, often picking up on their conversations; understanding just enough to figure out what they needed help with.

Eventually, the couple did arrive at Cologne's Chocolate Museum, Kommissar's choice of venue a bit perplexing, though, Beca wasn't exactly complaining.

"Don't think I missed how you always get a chocolate dessert went we eat out…or who actually ate the rest of the chocolate ice cream at home…"

Beca blushed as Kommissar pulled away from her ear, a smirk on her lips as she continued through the museum, chuckling as Beca ran to catch up with her, lightly shoving her in response. The hours wore on as the two finished their tour with a quick lunch at the museum café, sharing their signature cake as a dessert. Leaving the bustle of the riverside, the two hopped on at the nearest tram station, headed straight for Stadtwald. Arriving at the park, they watched others take in the early evening air, a comfortable silence following them as they walked hand in hand down the pathways.

Soon, the sun was beginning to set and Kommissar lead Beca to a local Italian restaurant called Trattoria Tiziano, greeting the owners and wait staff just as familiarly as she did with the ones from the morning.

"So far, I have heard you speak German, English, Chinese, Dutch, and now Italian. If I remember correctly, you can speak eight languages? What's the other three?"

Kommissar smiled at Beca's question before complimenting her on her recognition of Dutch from earlier. Aside from those five, Kommissar explain that she could speak French, Spanish, and Polish fluently, but could piece together other conversational languages such as Korean, Japanese, and Filipino. Due to her father being a linguistics professor, Kommissar had always had an interest in languages, and it was one of the few things she had a passion for. Encouraging her, Beca listened intently as Kommissar went on to breakdown the various techniques she's learned from her father when it came to languages, a sparkle in her eye as she spoke into the night.

Within the next two hours, the couple was back where it all started, except this time Beca leaned against the closed door of their shared master bedroom, a blush gracing her cheeks as Kommissar stood before her, feeling just as shy. The weight of today's events finally hitting them in full force, a wave of embarrassment covering them as they tried to figure out how to close the night.

"Just kiss her already!"

Kommissar whipped around to glare at Ava as the brunette just cackled, running into her room for the night. Beca let out a laugh before grabbing Kommissar's cheeks, startling the older woman as they finally shared their first kiss. Pulling away a moment later, the two shared a smile before drawing back together as they disappeared into their room; the start of something new.

A/N: FINALLY! Sometimes people just need a little push. The burn has finally reached...something! I was, once again, dissatisfied with this chapter; I feel it's a little rushed, but I really can't keep burning things. At this point, the relationship is going somewhere and we'll see how it goes! There's still another few months for the album so let's see how it goes! As always, thank you for your endless support and please, please, PLEASE review! Spread the word!

P.S. In case you've forgotten (if you are a reader who has somehow stuck with me for 6ish years), I try to make my stories as realistic/accurate as possible, especially with any in world references. All of the areas, venues, etc. I mentioned for the date are real locations in Cologne; all within walking distance and public transportation as described. Please look them up!