Author's Note/Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Pitch Perfect or Pitch Perfect 2 characters, locations, or event references. Nor am I owner to any of the real life references used. I am just a writer who had an idea for the Becommissar ship and I wish to share it with the world.

I'm still here, my dear readers! So I didn't stay true to my word, and I apologize for that. Our Senior Design project has been taking up all my time and with two grad courses, my brain just doesn't want to work. I've had some serious writer's block as of late since all I've been doing is technical writing, but I will fight through it all. I'm not completely satisfied with this chapter either, but I had to finish this chapter at least.

Please enjoy! Forgive any and all grammatical mistakes!


Cologne, Germany: DSM Dorm Home

"Excuse me, Beca?"

Beca slightly jumped at the voice that filtered in from her bedroom door, her hands nearly dropping the clothes she was folding. Calming herself, Beca turned to her guest, her voice a little husky from the early morning.

"Yes?" she asked, recognizing the brunette as Aran, an alto singer for DSM.

"Pieter wanted you to know that breakfast is ready."

Beca muttered a 'thanks' as Aran left, relief leaving her lungs as she let out a breath.

Keep it together, Mitchell. It's been a few days and you're still on the defense. You have another nine months ahead of you. You can't keep acting like a scared mou-kitty…scared kitty…

Closing her eyes, Beca shook her thoughts away as she gathered her night clothes. Walking to the large drawer to the right of the bed, Beca placed her clothes inside, scanning her other night shirts and clothing within. Resting her hands against the wood, Beca thought back to what had transpired in the past week, ranging from the move to Pieter's extremely nice behavior. Chuckling, Beca closed her drawer and returned to the bed, recalling her last conversation with Amy and Chloe as she cleaned up.

Few Nights Ago

"You're LIVING with them?! Are you insane, Beca?!"

Beca flinched at Amy's voice, the reverb nearly blowing out her ears. Squinting back, Beca sighed as she looked at her friends.

"It's not like I was expecting this. I really thought I'd be enjoying my own apartment right now, but with those prices? I'm slightly grateful Pieter offered the house to me; I would've barely survived here if I was living on my own."

Beca watched as Chloe and Amy's incredulous looks remained the same. Letting out an exasperated breath, Beca stood up, laptop in hand as she circled the bed.

"Guys, really, it's not nearly as bad as it seems. Look, I have the master suite to myself. I'll admit I was a bit surprised when they offered me the room, but hey. I don't have to share the room with one of them nor do I have to share a bathroom. At least I have the privacy of my own space here."

Beca rolled her eyes as Amy walked off screen, cursing to the roof, bits of her rant reaching Beca. Chloe glanced over her shoulder to Any before shaking her head, diverting her face back at Beca, concern written in her eyes.

"Okay, well I guess it's better than living on the streets…or off of ramen. We're just worried about you, Beca. You're in enemy territory-"

"Chloe…"

Chloe sighed.

"Alright, you're in former enemy territory on your own. We're just worried they may hurt you or something. It was fine when we thought you'd only be working with them, but living together is a different ballgame. And we aren't there to back you up if they try anything."

Beca fondly smiled at Chloe as Amy showed up again, her fist up as she told her she'd fly over the moment they try any funny business. Laughing, Beca made her way back to the bed.

"Thanks, Amy, Chloe, for all the concern, but I'll be fine. I promise that I'll tell you guys the moment anyone tries to do something to me. I know you got my back."

Chloe and Amy smiled back at Beca, glad they could provide some comfort.

"Okay, good. Now tell us what happened to Jesse? Legacy and Benji only gave us a hint of what happened."

Present

Placing her last pillow in place, Beca withdrew from her memories.

Alright, you got this Beca, just like the other days.

Straightening up, Beca headed out the door. Passing a few housemates as she went, Beca greeted them with a quick 'hello' or 'good morning.' Reaching the first floor, Beca took a sharp left into the kitchen, Aran and another DSM member Beca couldn't remember the name of, sitting at the breakfast bar, chewing on some pancakes. Pieter turned from his position by the oven, a smile breaking across his face as he noticed Beca.

"Tiny Sprite! Good morning! I hope you like pancakes. After our grocery trip the other day, I thought it'd be a nice change from our usual cereal."

Smiling sheepishly, Beca walked further into the kitchen, taking a seat next to Aran who also greeted her with a small smile. Pieter pushed a small pile of pancakes towards her before returning to the oven.

"Morning, Pieter, Aran. And thank you for the pancakes, they look delicious."

Pieter let out a laugh as he flipped the one he was currently cooking.

"Thank you, Beca. While not exactly like the ones you have in America, I'm sure they'll still suffice."

Beca smiled as she took a bite, not really sure what Pieter meant by that; the tasted like normal pancakes to her. Shaking her head, Beca silently continued to eat as Aran and the other member took their leave, saying something to Pieter in quick German. Smiling briefly to one another, Pieter and Beca sat in silence, one focused on eating, the other on cooking. Movement from upstairs caught their attention every now and then, but neither attempted to start a conversation. After nearly thirty minutes of silence and several piles of pancakes, Beca took in her final bite as Pieter brought the pan to the sink.

"So what's on the agenda today, Miss Producer?"

Beca jumped slightly as Pieter directed his attention to her, catching her off guard as she struggled to swallow her last bite. Now with a dry mouth, Beca took a sip of milk before referring back to the DSM co-leader.

"Not too much, apparently. I only saw it this morning, but Anne did send out a schedule today. I guess they figured we've had enough time to settle down."

Pieter smiled at Beca's comment before gesturing her to continue, his fork occupied with pancakes. Beca nodded, paying no mind to the few members that trickled into the kitchen.

"Ah, right. So at 11 A.M., they want all DSM members and producers, me, to report to the studio for a studio tour and small briefing. I've never been there before, so this would be a good time for me to see the equipment we got to work with and how big the studio actually is. I think we'll also be reviewing some of the selected songs for the new album and possible candidates for new arrangements."

By this point, Beca could feel the eyes of four new DSM members on her, all of them munching on pancakes as Beca scrolled through her company phone.

"We'll have a lunch break at one followed by a meeting with our creative directors at three to discuss the album concept and promotional endeavors, though that may occur earlier if the tour ends early. After that, we're home free. Light schedule today, so it seems."

Pieter nodded as he took his plate to the sink.

"Makes sense, we got to have everything in order before moving forward with anything. The schedules will only become more stressful as the release date draws near. Might as well enjoy the easy times."

Others agreed as they carried on with their breakfast, most of them chatting in quiet German as Beca stood up to place her dishes next to Pieter.

"Beca," asked Andrew, one of DSM's basses, his accent stronger than Pieter's, but still clear enough to understand.

"Hmm?" Answered Beca, patiently waiting as Andrew sorted the words he was looking for in his head.

"Are you enjoying Germany? Having a good time?"

Beca let out a rare smile; as intimidating as they were on stage, Beca was slowly realizing just how soft DSM really is.

"Yes, Andrew, I am-"

A ring from the front door cut Beca off, drawing the attention of everyone in the kitchen. One member by the breakfast counter mumbled something before getting up from his seat. Following him with curious eyes, Beca could only assumed he said something along the lines of 'I'll get it.' With her attention elsewhere, Beca didn't catch onto the small smirk Pieter had on his lips, his eyes twinkling as the other members each turned their heads to the side as if to stifle some laughter.

"Are we expecting someone, Pieter?" Asked Beca, catching the co-leader slightly off guard.

"Hmm? Oh, yes, in a way. It's just our last house guest; it was a little last minute."

Beca felt a wave of disappointment flow through her.

There goes my private room…

Preparing to ask Pieter another question, Beca froze as light German floated into the kitchen. Obviously, it wasn't the German that surprised her, after all she was living in a house full of them. No, it was the female voice itself. The texture in her voice was just as smooth as Beca remembered it, the huskiness of her alto range evident in the words she spoke. A shiver ran down her spine as the voice cleared the hallway and entered the kitchen in full force. Beca stared with wide eyes at the woman who held this voice, a smile gracing her face.

The blonde in the room nodded to Pieter with a smile before her eyes finally landed on Beca. As they maintained eye contact, the look of happiness from Kommissar's face melted away into a look of shock.

"Kleine Maus?!"


Hey! I'm sorry for the short...really short chapter I feel, but like I said; I'm struggling a bit. Still...some happiness? Kommissar has finally made an appearance! I'm sure a number of you can guess how the rooming will go down in the next chapter, but humor me please. I'm going to apologize in advance because I know I won't have the next chapter up for a while since my project is due in a few weeks and there's problems.

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