My Spy

Chapter 9

A/N: I know, I know. I was supposed to post an update yesterday and I was going to. But, I didn't like the way one part turned out so I had to take a step back and do some editing. I like this version better and I hope you do, too.


The next morning, Beca sat at her little dining room table drinking a cup of coffee. She held a conversation with herself as she thought about the events from the night before.

"She looked and felt so good," Beca thought as she sipped her coffee. "Even a scar on her cheek couldn't take away from how beautiful she is."

Beca's coffee cup hit the table with a thud as she suddenly sat up straight, her eyes wide.

"Scar? How the Hell did she get the scar?" Beca's shoulders drooped as she slumped back in her chair. "There is so much I need to learn about her. Oh, God, why didn't I stay and hear her out? I may have blown my last chance with her, and for what?" Beca stood from the table, mumbling, "I need to find out where Chloe is staying and go talk to her."

Beca sighed as she moved away from the table, leaving a half-full cup of coffee behind. She picked up her phone and pulled up Chloe's number, hitting the call button before she could change her mind.

Beca put on her shoes and grabbed her wallet and keys, putting them in the pocket of her hoodie.

The phone rang once and then went straight to voicemail. Beca left Chloe a message, apologizing for walking out and asking her to call back.

Since Chloe didn't answer, Beca couldn't find out where Chloe was staying. So, instead of rushing out to see Chloe, she threw herself onto the sofa bed to wait and see if Chloe would call her back.

Unbeknownst to Beca, Jason and the Director had started a barrage of calls and texts on Chloe's work cell, and when those went unanswered they started calling her personal phone. Becoming tired of seeing their names on her caller ID Chloe turned off both, so Beca's message sat unheard amidst a sea of unanswered calls and texts.

~~ My Spy ~~

Chloe gave up trying to sleep and sat up. She ran a hand through her hair and looked around for her phone. She saw the two phones on the desk across the room, remembering now why she had them so far away.

Chloe pulled back the blankets and slipped out of bed. She went to the desk and picked up her phones, holding them while deciding if she wanted to turn them on or just leave them.

"Maybe Beca tried to call," Chloe mumbled, as she turned on her personal cell.

The phone immediately started buzzing and pinging with text, missed calls, and voicemail notifications. Chloe sighed and put her phone down, thinking she'd come back to check everything after she finished packing.

Chloe had just finished gathering everything from the bathroom when there was a knock on her hotel door. She glanced at the door briefly before throwing her toiletries into her suitcase. Another small knock sounded.

"Hold on," Chloe called out. "I'm coming."

Chloe closed and zipped her suitcase. She then grabbed it up and took it over to the door. She reached for the door handle as she set her suitcase down. She opened the door and frowned.

"What are you doing here, Uncle Matt?" Chloe said, crossing her arms over her chest.

"I know you don't want to see me," Matt said, causing Chloe to scoff. "This isn't about you or me. It's about your Aunt Peggy."

"Aunt Peggy?" Chloe asked, dropping her arms and furrowing her brow. "What about her?"

"She's in the hospital," Matt said.

Chloe gasped.

"What happened? Is she okay?"

"They think it was a heart attack," Matt said, still standing in the doorway. "A nurse from the hospital called and said a neighbor found her lying next to her car earlier this morning. They were running tests and they think she may need to have surgery."

"Oh, my God," Chloe said, frozen in place as she stared at her Uncle Matt.

"Come on," Matt said, taking Chloe's arm. "The jet is waiting to take us home."

"Us? You want me to fly home with you?"

"Of course, I do," Matt said, looking at Chloe. "Peggy would kill me if I didn't bring you home, too."

"I need to get my bags," Chloe said.

Matt stepped into the room as Chloe grabbed both her phones, shoving them into her purse. She then reached for her larger suitcase only to have Matt take it. Chloe gave Matt a small smile and picked up her smaller bag.

"Is this everything?" Matt asked.

"Yes," Chloe said.

Matt turned and started for the door, with Chloe close behind.

The tears Chloe had been trying to hold back ran down her cheeks as they entered the elevator. Matt pulled Chloe to him and rubbed her back.

"She's going to be okay," Matt whispered as he held Chloe until they reached the lobby. "She's a tough old broad."

Chloe sniffled as she held onto her Uncle Matt. She stepped away from him as the doors opened to the lobby. She was surprised to see Jason standing there, waiting for them.

"There's a car waiting to take you to the airport," Jason said, as he grabbed Chloe's suitcases. "Your bags are in the car, Director. The jet will leave as soon as you two are on board."

Matt nodded and put his hand on Chloe's back, guiding her off the elevator.

"Thank you, Jason," Chloe said softly, wiping the tears from her cheeks.

Jason gave her a small smile and nodded before turning to lead them outside to the car.

~~ My Spy ~~

Beca was still sitting on the sofa, looking at her phone when Amy came through the door.

"Have you heard anything from Chloe?" were the first words out of Amy's mouth.

"Nothing yet," Beca said, still looking at her phone.

"Um, so, I've been thinking," Amy said hesitantly.

"Are you okay?" Beca asked, having never heard Amy hesitate to ask anything. Ever.

"I'm okay," Amy said. "I was thinking about what you said about the FBI wanting to talk to me about my dad."

"Yeah?" Beca said, looking over at Amy. "What about it?"

"How would that work?" Amy asked.

"I, uh, I don't know," Beca said. "I guess they ask you to go in and then they ask you questions."

"Will I be under arrest?"

"No!" Beca was quick to respond. "At least I don't think so. They'll invite you in for a conversation. You can either accept or decline. It's totally up to you."

"Can I just go in on my own and ask to speak with the agent investigating him?"

"Probably," Beca said. "Are you thinking of going in and answering their questions?"

"I think that's the smart thing to do," Amy said. "Would you go in with me? For moral support or whatever?"

"Sure," Beca said. "When you go in, I think you should ask for Chloe or her partner Jason. Um, I think his last name is Parker. He's the guy who tried to ask me questions when I was supposed to be on that date with Chloe."

"I'm really sorry about how that turned out," Amy said.

"It's not your fault," Beca said. "I'm the one who freaked out and accused Chloe of using me. She tried to tell me she had nothing to do with it, but I wouldn't listen to anything she said. I hope she can forgive me for doubting her motives."

"Can you go with me tomorrow? I want to get it over with."

"I'll call out for work and tell them I have a family emergency," Beca said.

"Thanks," Amy said.

~~ My Spy ~~

Beca sat on the sofa, looking at her phone. Chloe hadn't responded to Beca's text and Beca was worried she really blew it with Chloe this time.

Beca had finally convinced herself to call Chloe when her phone rang. She smiled as she looked at the caller ID.

"Hey, Emily," Beca said in greeting as she took the call. "How are things?"

"Everything is good here," Emily said. "I'm calling because the Bellas are planning a reunion and I wanted to make sure you have time to make arrangements to be gone for a week while we're in Europe."

"Europe?" Beca repeated, sitting up straighter. "Emily, I can't afford to pay for a trip to Europe. I'm surprised any of the girls can afford that."

"Don't worry about it," Emily said. "Aubrey's got it covered."

"How can she afford it?" Beca asked. "I thought she was managing a retreat in the woods. Somehow, I don't think that pays enough to cover expenses for all of us to go to Europe."

"She's not paying for it, silly," Emily said. "The military will be footing the bill."

"I think you left out some vital information, Em," Beca said. "How and why is the military footing the bill for our Bellas reunion in Europe?"

"Oh, sorry," Emily said. "Let me start from the beginning. Every year the military puts on a USO show and Aubrey's dad helps make arrangements for the entertainment. Aubrey got him to add the Bellas to the show. They will fly us all to Europe and put us up either in a hotel or on a nearby base."

"That's amazing," Beca said, perking up a bit. "We'll get to perform for the troops and sing together again? Sounds like a win-win to me. I'm in."

"Great!" Emily cheered. "We'll email you everything you need to know. Then if you have any questions we can take care of them before we leave. Oh, my stars, I almost forgot. The show is being headlined by DJ Khaled."

"Really?" Beca asked. "That's big news."

"There's even bigger news," Emily said. "This is going to be a competition. Khaled is going to choose one group to open for him for a holiday TV special he'll be doing for the troops. And, if all goes well, it could lead to a recording contract with his studio."

"Wow!" Beca exclaimed.

"Wow, indeed," Emily said, giggling. "Can you tell Amy about it? We'll send her an email with the details as well. I'm just giving everyone a heads up so they can make plans to be away from home or their jobs."

"I'll tell her," Beca said. "Thanks, Emily. I'm looking forward to seeing you and the rest of the girls."

"I'm looking forward to seeing you, as well," Emily said. "I have to go. I still need to make a couple of calls."

"Okay," Beca said. "Bye, Emily."

"Bye, Beca," Emily said and ended the call.

~~ My Spy ~~

"Hey, Chloe. It's me again. Um, Beca," Beca rambled. "I, uh, I don't know if you are actively avoiding me because I ran out on you the other night, or you had to leave again for another assignment. Or maybe you just went somewhere to get as far away from me as possible. Whatever your reasons are, I really want to talk to you; to, uh, hear your voice. I do love the sound of your voice. Not necessarily on the phone but, like in person."

Beca paused and exhaled a heavy sigh.

"I want to apologize again for not sticking around to hear what you had to say. I, um, would like to know you're okay. So, even if you don't want to talk to me, could you maybe, just, I don't know, shoot me a text so I know you're okay? Please?"

Beca swallowed loudly.

"I still love you, Chlo," Beca said softly. "I hope we can talk soon."

Chloe couldn't help the smile that came to her face after hearing Beca's voicemail. She immediately texted Beca.

Chloe [9:47 PM]: Hey, I just heard your message. I'm okay now that I know there is still an us. I'm in Portland and know it's after Midnight there, but could you call me when you get this? I don't care what time it is, just please call me. I have so much to tell you. I know talking over the phone isn't ideal, but it's the best I can do for now.

Chloe read the text over before hitting send. She placed her phone on the charger and settled into her bed. Her thoughts were racing as she thought about how scared she was for her aunt and uncle. Her Aunt Peggy was having surgery the next day to have a pacemaker put in. Chloe sent up a silent prayer for both her aunt.

Her thoughts went to her uncle. She and her Uncle Matt had silently set aside their differences to come together for the sake of Peggy. Chloe's thoughts went back to the plane ride from New York.

Chloe sat a few seats away from Matt, not wanting to have to talk to him. She still wasn't over him ordering Jason to crash her date with Beca, especially after she specifically asked him to leave Beca out of it.

Chloe looked at Matt and sighed. He was slumped in his seat staring out the window.

Chloe always thought her Uncle Matt was one of the strongest people she knew. But seeing him like this, looking broken, made her heart hurt for him.

Matt ran his hands down over his face, wiping away the tear that slid down his cheek. If anything happened to his wife, he didn't know if he could go on. She is the love of his life. He glanced back at Chloe. He was ashamed of having ordered Jason to try and get Beca to talk about Patricia Hobart and her father. Chloe had come to him and begged him to leave Beca and Patricia, or rather Fat Amy, out of their investigation and to focus on Fergus Hobart. She had asked that they not use someone who wasn't even close to him to catch him. Good police work would take care of that.

Matt sighed as if he just realized that Beca was to Chloe, what Peggy was to him. He shook his head at himself and stared out the window again.

Chloe watched her uncle and could tell he was hurting. She decided to put aside her anger and got up and moved to where Matt was sitting.

"Anyone sitting here?" Chloe asked with a small smile.

"It's all yours if you want it," Matt said.

Chloe sat down and took Matt's hand, squeezing it. The move startled Matt, but he recovered quickly and squeezed Chloe's hand back. Nothing was said as they continued to find comfort in each other just by holding hands.

Chloe wiped a tear from her eye. She fluffed her pillow and closed her eyes, drifting off to sleep in a matter of moments.

~~ My Spy ~~

Beca woke the next morning and grabbed her phone to check it. She wasn't sure if the smile that spread across her mouth was because of the notification that she had an email waiting for her from Emily, or the text notification from Chloe.

Beca's smile faltered a bit as she chewed on her lip. She wasn't sure she was ready to hear what Chloe had to say so she opened Emily's email.

Beca chuckled as she read through the email. She just knew that based on the amount of detailed information, Aubrey had a hand in writing it. Her eyes widened slightly when she read that the tour was to begin in one week.

"That doesn't give us much time to prepare," Beca thought.

"Whoa!" Amy called out. "We're leaving for Europe in a week?"

"Looks like," Beca said, looking over at Amy. "Do you still want to go to the FBI this morning?"

"Um, yeah," Amy said. "Are you still cool with going with me?"

"Yep," Beca said. "What time do you want to go?"

"Let's plan to leave at eleven," Amy said. "We can get lunch after. If that's okay with you?"

"That's fine," Beca said, staring at her phone. She cleared her throat and said, "Um, Chloe texted me."

The night before, after telling Amy about the USO Tour, Beca had told Amy about calling and leaving a message for Chloe.

"What did she say?" Amy asked, looking over at Beca.

"I don't know," Beca said. "I'm afraid to read it."

Amy got up from her bed and took three steps toward Beca.

"Hey!" Beca said as her phone was snatched from her hands.

Amy waved her hand at Beca and pulled up Chloe's text. Beca watched as Amy read, noting that Amy's expression did not change. Beca became slightly panicked.

"What did she say?"

Amy tossed the phone at Beca. "She wants you to call her."

"Really?" Beca asked, looking at the text. "Oh, my God. She still wants to be with me."

Beca immediately hit the call button.

"Hello?" Chloe answered, her voice gravelly from having just woken up.

"Hey," Beca said and then chuckled. "God, I forgot how sexy your voice sounds when you just wake up."

"What time is it?" Chloe asked, trying to see the time on her phone.

"It's eight-thirty here," Beca said, grimacing when she realized it was only five-thirty in Portland. "Sorry it's so early."

"S'okay," Chloe said, yawning. "I did say call me when you got my text."

"So, um, when do you think you'll be in New York again?"

"Not for a while," Chloe responded. "My aunt had a heart attack and is having surgery in, well, just a few hours. I think I'll probably stick around to help take care of her when she gets home. Any chance you might be able to come to Portland?"

"Um, I'm sorry to hear about your aunt," Beca said.

"Thanks," Chloe whispered.

"And about coming to Portland," Beca continued. "The Bellas are leaving for Europe next week to be part of a USO Tour. I don't think I can take any more time off work after that. At least for a while. Maybe a long while."

"I understand," Chloe said softly. "I'm just happy knowing that at some point in the not too distant future, we'll be together. I really miss you, Becs."

"I miss you, too, Chlo," Beca said. She sighed. "I wish I hadn't been so quick to run away from you. We would already be together."

"It's not all your fault," Chloe said. "I'm sorry I didn't make you stay and hear me out. Jason should never have been there and I told my uncle as much."

"Your uncle?" Beca asked.

"Yeah," Chloe said. "I never got the chance to tell you about him. My Uncle Matt is the Director of the team I was on. He's married to my Aunt Peggy. He's also the one who recruited me into the FBI."

"Sounds like we have a lot to talk about," Beca said.

"We do," Chloe said. "I want to hear all about what you've been up to the past few years. And I want to tell you as much as I can about what's been going on in my life."

"I want that, too," Beca said wistfully.

Beca heard a knocking and then a muffled voice calling out to Chloe. She assumed it was Chloe's uncle.

Beca's assumption was confirmed when she heard Chloe call out, "I'm up, Uncle Matt."

"I guess you have to go," Beca said.

"Yeah," Chloe responded. "We wanted to be at the hospital early so we can see my Aunt Peggy before they take her down for her surgery." Chloe let out a breath. "Can I call you later so we can talk more?"

"Absolutely," Beca said. "Call me when you get home from the hospital, okay?"

"Okay," Chloe said, smiling into the phone. "I'll talk to you later. Bye, Beca."

"Bye, Chlo," Beca said. "I, uh, I love you."

"I love you, too," Chloe responded and ended the call.

Both girls sat on opposite sides of the country, smiling as they stared down at their phones and started the countdown to when they could talk again.

After a few minutes, they both sighed and stood to get ready to start their day.