Chapter 14: Meale vs. Bitchell

Chloe woke up after a few hours of sleep and heard Beca fiddling in the kitchen. She decided to join her, wondering if the real Beca was back.

"I noticed you weren't in bed." Chloe made her presence known as she slowly stepped into the kitchen so as to not startle the brunette. Beca just glanced up from the eggs she was scrambling.

"Disappointed?" She shot Chloe a wink. She was back.

"Please." Chloe scoffed as she reached for one of the mugs to pour a coffee.

"Do you like scrambled eggs?" Beca asked.

"Sure." Chloe sat down at the table, watching Beca. Beca quickly grabbed a couple plates and separated the eggs as well as toast evenly on each plate. She set one down in front of Chloe and plopped herself down across from her.

"Thought you didn't cook." Chloe grinned as she stabbed the eggs with her fork.

"You haven't tasted it yet." Beca laughed with her mouth full. Chloe made a face as she took her first bite.

"I'll make breakfast tomorrow." She reached for the salt to sprinkle over her eggs.

"Deal." Beca wasn't even a little offended.

They were all but done eating and it was about time to get dressed and refocus on their mission of finding Gunther. Chloe took a deep breath, mustering up her courage.

"Are you okay after last night?"

"Yeah." Beca cocked an eyebrow. "Nothing really happened. Except a pretty sexy dance. But I think my soak in the tub helped relieve any sore muscles."

"No...I mean…" Chloe completely ignored Beca's joking tone and couldn't get herself to make eye contact. "Your nightmare...or whatever it was." She regretted saying it immediately when she saw the darkness threaten to take over Beca's eyes again.

"You were awake?" Beca's voice was flat and cold. Chloe just nodded. "It happens sometimes. Not a big deal." Beca stood to clear the dishes.

"If you need to talk-"

"I don't!" Beca angrily set the plates in the sink, making sure she didn't break them.

"Beca-" Chloe stood up to try and put a hand on her shoulder.

"Stop." Beca took a step back. "I'm going to go get dressed. Maybe we'll spot Gunther at the pool. Seems like a popular spot." She slipped by Chloe and hurried to the bathroom to change. Chloe let out a frustrated sigh, resigning to push this conversation back for another time.

Beca and Chloe got situated at the large pool area, which was one of the most beautiful places Beca had ever laid eyes on. There were two large pools separated by an octagonal hot tub. Past a small white metal fence was a walkway that led to the beach just yards away. The ocean was bright blue. Maybe bluer than Chloe's eyes, which was shocking. And the pools were this shade of dark blue that she hadn't seen in any other pool back home. She wondered what they might have put in them. There were a lot of guests out, yet, the space was so large it didn't feel crowded. There was a large tiki bar that stretched in a large half circle where a few couples sat and hung over each other. The bartenders were dressed in crisp white button ups and loose blue pants. Everyone here seemed to be in a blissful paradise. Beca couldn't help but feel a little disappointed, knowing she and Chloe were there for work.

"Will you get my back?" Beca turned around and took her attention off the beauty around her to the beauty sitting next to her..

"Sure." Chloe sat up and rubbed the thick white lotion on Beca's back. She couldn't help but notice Beca's bikini was the type of blue that matched her dark blue eyes. She slowly massaged it into her skin, noticing several scars and tattoos along her back. She tried not to linger her hands as she tried to figure out what the meaning behind each tattoo was. She felt a tingle go from her fingertips up her arm as she flattened her hands against Beca's lower back. She noticed Beca halfway flinched and sat up straighter the lower Chloe went. As her face started getting warmer from touching the brunette's skin, Chloe gulped and leaned back. "Okay, I think you're good."

"Thanks." Beca's voice sounded distant as she turned to take the bottle.

"Do me?" Chloe started to turn when she heard the words she just said. She closed her eyes and put a hand up to the smirking Beca before she could respond. "And don't make a joke, that's too easy. I need to choose my words better." Chloe couldn't help but laugh a little to herself. She was queen of setting Beca up for easy sexual jokes.

"No worries. I'll do you." Beca scooted closer, smiling widely. "Your back that is." She squirted out a little lotion and started massaging it along Chloe's back. She couldn't help but notice the toned muscles, and scattered freckles. Her red bikini matched her hair, Beca admired as she slowly ran a hand past one of the straps. When she noticed Chloe tense with uneven breathing, she couldn't help but let her mind wander to taking that red bikini off. Focus, Mitchell. You're on the job.

With her back to the brunette, Chloe wasn't as worried about controlling her facial expressions. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, allowing herself to enjoy the soft hands massaging her bare back. Her head rolled from side to side, impressed with Beca's tenderness. Her back arched and she bit her lip to stifle a moan when Beca's hands moved to her lower back. How is sunscreen this sexy?

"You good?" Beca asked, distracting Chloe from her trance.

"Yeah." Chloe croaked out. "Good, good. Thanks."

"Um...do you want me to get a couple drinks?" Beca quickly stood up and nodded toward the bar.

"Sure. Yeah." Chloe stood up. "I might go sit in the shallow end."

"Kay. I'll be right back." Beca scurried off.

Chloe took a deep inhale and exhale as she tried to shake off the moment that just happened. She took a step towards the pool when a shadow stepped in front of her. The shadow belonged to a tall, dark, black haired, muscular man in short swimming trunks. She squinted in the sun to look up at him to see a confident, pearly white smile.

"Hi, there." He had an accent Chloe couldn't quite place. "I'm Michael." He held out his hand and Chloe hesitantly took it only to be surprised by him bringing her hand to his lips for a kiss.

"I'm not a...um…" Chloe searched for the right words remembering how Jesse said this hotel is either newlyweds or prostitutes. "You know...escort." She whispered.

"Oh, I didn't think that!" He chuckled, holding a hand to his chest. "You look far too classy for that."

"Oh, well, thanks…"

"I just thought I'd try to say hello to the most gorgeous woman on the island."

"How would your wife feel about that?" Chloe replied, unimpressed.

"Oh, I'm not married." He waved a bare left hand.

"Well I am." Chloe waved hers, showing off the fake ring the Agency gave her.

"What's going on here?" Beca returned, holding two cups and setting them down on the table in between their chairs. She wrapped her right arm around Chloe's bare waist, remembering her reaction to that motion when they first arrived. Chloe took a deep breath, both relieved Beca had returned and annoyed that she was probably purposefully using this moment as an excuse to fluster her.

"This is Michael." Chloe gulped as she looked at Beca.

"Oh?" Beca held out her left hand. "I'm Beca." Beca and Chloe both froze, realizing she had forgotten to use the cover name. "Beca Fletcher." At least she got it half right.

"Hello." Michael shook her hand. "Who might you be?"

"I'm her wife." Beca smiled proudly and gave Chloe a fake lovey smile.

"I don't believe you." Michael scoffed. "You're just a friend trying to save her. Why don't you let her continue her chat with a handsome stranger." He tried to shoo Beca away and Chloe just rolled her eyes at him.

"Oh? If she wasn't my wife, could I do this?" Beca knew what she was about to do wasn't completely necessary. But, God had she wanted to do it since they met. She didn't care if it was undercover or not. She pulled Chloe forward and spun her to face her. Chloe's eyes widened, guessing what was about to happen, unable to stop it. Beca gently pressed her lips against Chloe's, bringing her left hand up to cup her cheek. It was a soft kiss at first, Beca was being gentle, knowing Chloe would be shocked and probably pissed. Chloe let her hands rest on Beca's elbows. She felt her whole body tighten. She'd deny it out loud, but she couldn't deny to herself that she felt a surge of electricity rush through her body.

Beca ran her tongue along Chloe's bottom lip as she stroked her lower back. She knew she was pushing her luck, but hell, she might not get another chance. Chloe sighed involuntarily, giving Beca entrance. Beca could hardly hold back her smile as her tongue ran along the inside of Chloe's mouth. Her heart rate had sky rocketted in the past five seconds, and she just gripped onto Chloe trying to steady herself.

Chloe never expected to allow herself to return the favor should something like this happen. But she felt her hands move from Beca's elbows to her ribs. Her thumbs lightly massaged Beca's sides as she leaned in, letting her own tongue search Beca's mouth. Beca let out a low groan, pleased with Chloe's reaction. Her right hand, on Chloe's waist traveled up to rest dangerously close to her breast. Chloe didn't know how, but somehow her hands had found Beca's face and were resting on Beca's perfect jaw line, pulling her closer. Chloe was nearly out of breath so she finally broke the kiss and pulled back. Their hands stayed put as their eyes searched each other for a brief moment. Then suddenly they broke apart as Beca turned to face Michael.

"What do you say about-" She looked around; Michael had disappeared. She turned back to face a very flushed Chloe. Beca had nothing smart to say, her brain was still coming down off its high of kissing Chloe. Chloe just swallowed hard and shook her hair out nervously before quickly sitting down in her chair.

"That was the best undercover kiss I've ever had." Beca finally said as she leaned back, handing Chloe her drink. Chloe turned to face her, about to say something when a man walking into the hotel with bodyguards caught her attention.

"Shit, its Gunther." Chloe whispered, setting her drink down.

"Dammit." Beca snatched her beach shirt and threw it over her bikini while following Chloe. They hurried to the elevators but the doors shut before they could join Gunther. Chloe watched the numbers and saw it stop at floor 4. She motioned Beca to follow her to the stairwell.

They quickly reached the 4th floor and Chloe pulled out a motion sensor bug from her purse.

"Distract them." Chloe whispered, nodding at the guards. Beca pretending she was drunk and fell against the opposite wall, pretending to keep her balance. Both guards whipped their heads to look at her and one went over to help her up. Chloe quickly tossed the bug into the lamp outside the door. Then pretended to be irritated as she went over to Beca.

"I'm so sorry." She grabbed Beca by the arm. "She can't hold her alcohol." The guards looked at them suspiciously before letting them continue down the hall.

"You get it?" Beca whispered.

"Yep." Chloe gave her a wink.

"So...you wanna go back to the pool? Or...just wait in the room. Or…" Beca wanted to slap herself with how awkward she was being. Her left hand seemed to have a mind of its own, stroking the back of her neck and her eyes were acting as if they were in a pinball machine.

"I didn't get my tan." Chloe shrugged, having mercy on Beca's awkward fidgeting. "We can surveil tonight."

"Cool. Cool...cool." Beca only nodded dumbly. Chloe tried to hide her smile as they made their way back downstairs, poolside.

Beca was enjoying a few laps in the pool while Chloe contentedly sunbathed on the lounge chair. She had her large sunglasses on so couldn't help herself from watching Beca do her laps. The water glistening off her toned body was hard to keep her eyes off. Beca popped out of the water and easily lifted herself up on the tiled ground. She ran her hands through her wet hair and Chloe hated that she could hardly control her heart rate as she watched Beca walk over, dripping with chlorinated water.

Beca wrapped the towel around her as she sank into the chair beside Chloe. After a deep breath, she reached and grabbed what was left in her margarita and downed it.

"Maybe you should slow down on the alcohol. We've been in the sun and still have to watch for Gunther's man tonight." Chloe looked over at Beca, whose face had turned quite red.

"Eh, its fine." Beca shrugged, draping a towel over her head. "God, I love swimming. I need to get an apartment with a pool."

"Well, you looked good swimming." Chloe said, and then her eyes widened, realizing that would just inflate Beca's already over-inflated ego.

"Oh?" Beca peeked from under the towel. "Were you watching me, wifey?"

"Shut up." Chloe threw one of her sandals at Beca who just caught it and laughed.

"Hey, serious question." Beca sat up a little, looking at Chloe. Chloe gulped and took a deep breath, waiting to hear what the brunette had to ask. "If we really were a couple, what do you think our celebrity couple name would be?"

"What?" Chloe relaxed after hearing the ridiculous question.

"Like the combo of our names. Beale and Mitchell. So Bitchell or Meale."

"Well...you're kind of a bitch, so I'd go with Bitchell." Chloe grinned.

"Hey!" Beca feigned hurt feelings. "I think it should be Meale. Cuz damn girl, you look like a meal." She did her best impression of a guy doing a lame pick up line.

"Oh my God!" Chloe couldn't help but let out a full-bellied laugh. "You are such a weirdo."

"I've been called worse." Beca laughed as she leaned back down onto her chair. She closed her eyes but peeked one open to steal a glance at Chloe who was smiling to herself as her head leaned back, eyes closed, enjoying the sun. Beca let out a sigh and turned her head forward and closed her eyes too, enjoying their moments of calm before chaos started.