A/N: Sorry for not posting this on Dec. 14 but a family emergency kept me busy the last two days. So, here is Day 14; Days 15 will be posted tomorrow because I still need to edit it and I am too tired to deal with it tonight.

DAY 14 - CHRISTMAS WITH A COP

Prompt from FanFiction User Guest: Chloe is a cop who arrests Beca on Christmas morning. After flirting, Chloe invites Beca back to her house because she feels bad for her. Sparks fly, and they kiss under the mistletoe.

"Dammit!" Beca Mitchell looks again into the rearview mirror and can't believe that she is being pulled over. She lets out a heavy sigh and eases the car over to the side of the road. She sees that the cop car has pulled in behind her.

Beca turns off the engine and gets her wallet out of her bag on the passenger seat. She leans her head back, closes her eyes, and mutters, "Just what I fucking need this morning. Merry Christmas to me."

She jerks her head to the left when there is a tap on her window. She is staring into a pair of the bluest eyes she has ever seen. She sits there, lost in those eyes when she hears a muffled, "Would you put down your window please?"

The voice was soft but commanding. Beca fumbled for the button to lower the window and realized it wouldn't go down with the car turned off. She reached to turn the key so she could lower the window and saw movement out of the corner of her eye. She looked over to see the barrel of a gun pointed at her. She threw her hands up in the air.

"Get out of the vehicle!"

Beca slowly released her seatbelt and opened the car door, stepping out to face the officer. The officer stepped back and to the side.

"Turn around and take two steps to your right."

Beca did as ordered and kept her hands up.

"I'm sorry," Beca said over her shoulder. "I was just turning the car on so I could lower the window. They're power windows, and without power, they don't work. Kind of funny though, since I was always told that if I was being pulled over to always turn off the vehicle. I guess they should add that you should lower the window, then turn off the vehicle. Am I right?"

"Turn around, please," the officer said.

Beca turned slowly and saw the officer standing there with a small smile on her face and her arms crossed over her chest. Her gun was back in its holster.

Beca looked at the girl and couldn't help but feel like she's met her before. Barden is a small town, so maybe at some point, their paths had crossed.

"Want to tell me why you were speeding through my town at four o'clock on a Christmas morning?"

"Daddy issues," Beca replied.

The officer furrowed her brow and looked at Beca.

"I couldn't stand being around my father and his wife another minute," Beca said. "So, I left and was hoping to find a place to stay until my flight back home in three days. I tried to get an earlier one, but everything was booked."

"May I see your license, registration, and proof of insurance, please?"

"Oh, right," Beca said and tensed. She did not want to face another gun pointed at her face. "Um, I need to get them out of the car."

The officer nodded, and Beca got the documents the officer requested. She could feel the officer staring at her and swears when she turned around the officer had been checking her out. She gave the officer a smirk when she handed her the requested documents. The officer cleared her throat.

"I'm going to need you to come and stand at the back of your vehicle."

Beca followed the officer and checked her out as she walked the few steps to the back of the car. She had to admit this cop was hot.

The officer turned and pointed to the spot she wanted Beca to stand and Beca complied. She leaned against the trunk of the car and crossed her arms. The officer got back in her patrol car and was doing something on a laptop.

Beca watched her through the windshield; she was still trying to figure out why the thought she'd me this cop before. She chastised herself for forgetting because this woman because she was the total package; beauty, grace, poise. Plus, she looked pretty damned hot in that uniform. Which made Beca wonder, how in the world did this goddess of a woman become a police officer?

Chloe gets out of the patrol car reaching for her handcuffs.

"Oh, are things about to get kinky?," Beca asked with a laugh.

"I'm sorry, Miss Mitchell," the officer said as she reached for Beca. "It's police procedure. I need to search your vehicle."

"Look Officer?" Beca waited for the officer to give her name.

"Beale. Chloe Beale," the Officer responded.

"Office Beale," Beca said looking over her shoulder as she was being handcuffed. "Why exactly do you need the cuffs for me? And why do you need to search my vehicle?"

"Civilians are required to be handcuffed when an officer is alone, and there is a need to search a vehicle," Officer Beale responded. "I need to search your vehicle before I have it impounded."

"Impounded?" Beca turned to look at the officer. "Why is my car being impounded? It's a rental."

"Miss Mitchell, your name is flagged in our database," Officer Beale responded. "You have several outstanding tickets for speeding and running red lights. Until all the fines are paid, I have to impound your vehicle and take you in."

"I haven't driven in Barden in years," Beca said. "This can't be happening."

"You have over three thousand dollars in fines over a period of two years," Officer Beale said. "This information stays on the books for quite some time. Most of the main culprits are the kids who attend Barden Univesity. But, they don't speed if they come back through town, so they don't get caught. You, on the other hand, decided to speed and get caught which means we expect the fines to be paid before you can go on your way."

"Unfuckingbeleivable," Beca mutters.

"I'm sorry, Miss Mitchell," Officer Beale said. "I'm just doing my job."

The officer takes Beca and sits her in the back seat of her patrol car. She leans down to tell Beca that she has already ordered a tow truck. Beca nods and Officer Beale closes the door.

Officer Beale searches the car and returns with Beca's bags, phone, and keys. She puts everything in the back with Beca and gets behind the wheel.

Beca is sitting back with her head against the back of the seat. She looks at the officer's profile and can't help but stare at her.

"I know who you are," Office Beale said as she drove. "I love your music. Your debut album is one of my all-time favorites."

"Thanks," Beca said looking out the window.

They rode along in silence for a few minutes. The officer parks the patrol car in front of the station and removes Beca from the back seat and takes her inside.

"Hey, Red," a heavy-set blond called out as the officer came in with Beca.

"Hey, Fat Amy," the officer said. "I need to put Miss Mitchell in a holding cell."

"Take your pick," Fat Amy said handing Chloe a ring of keys. "They're all empty."

The officer takes Beca over to a cell and uncuffs her. She then opens the cell door, and Beca walks in. Chloe closes and locks the door behind Beca.

"What'd she do?," Fat Amy asked.

"Delinquent fines," Officer Beale states.

"You're holding her for that?," Fat Amy asked. "Come on, Chloe, it's Christmas. Couldn't you just let her go?"

"Yeah, Chloe," Beca calls out from her cell. "It's Christmas. Can't you just let me go?"

"You'll go before the judge," Chloe said. "He might reduce your fines, or you have to pay them fully. In either case, once you pay the fines, you'll be free to go. Not a moment sooner."

"Uh, Chloe," Fat Amy said. "It's Christmas. And it's Friday. No one will be in the Court House until Monday."

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Chloe sighed as she hung up the phone. "I can't get Judge Banks even to consider hearing your case until Monday. I'm sorry, Be- Miss Mitchell, but we have to keep you until then."

"You can call me Beca if you'd like," Beca said with a small smile. "And don't worry about it. I brought it on myself. I just wanted to get as far away from my father as I could. He'll never think to look for me here."

"Dr. Mitchell seems like a pretty good guy," Chloe said.

"You know my dad?," Beca asked. "Let me guess; you went to Barden University?"

"We both did," Fat Amy said and started gathering her stuff. "My shift is done. Merry Christmas, Red. Merry Christmas, Beca. Guess I'll see you when I come in tomorrow."

"Thanks," Beca said. "I'll be counting the hours until we're together again."

Fat Amy laughed and waved as she left the station. Beca and Chloe were left alone.

"I thought I recognized you but couldn't figure out where," Beca said. "I guess somewhere during my one year at Barden we must have crossed paths."

"You remember meeting me?," Chloe said. "I graduated five years ago."

"Look at you," Beca said waving her hand up and down at Chloe. "You're pretty unforgettable."

Chloe blushed and smiled. "Thanks."

"Do all the officers in Barden look like you?," Beca asked. "Because I may just have to come back more often."

"We only have six active police officers," Chloe said. "There are me and five others; all men. None of whom look as good in their uniforms as I do."

At Beca's raised eyebrow, Chloe said, "I'm pretty confident about all this."

Beca smiled and said, "You should be."

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"I'm bored," Beca said.

"Let's play twenty questions," Chloe said. "It will help pass the time, and we can get to know each other."

"To tell you how bored I am," Beca said. "I'll play along."

"Okay, I'll go first," Chloe said with a smile. "What's the lamest pickup line someone said to you?"

"Oh, God, there are so many," Beca said. "Um, oh, this one happened when I was at Barden. So, it was my first day interning at the campus radio station. This guy, Jesse, who, by the way, I had just met, said, So what's your deal? Are you one of those girls who's all dark and mysterious until she takes off her glasses and that amazingly scary ear spike and you realize she was beautiful the whole time? And I said I don't wear glasses. Then he said, Then you're halfway there."

"That was kind of lame," Chloe said. "Your turn."

"Okay," Beca said. "I'm going to use the same question."

"Um, let me see," Chloe said thinking. "Oh. This guy walked up to me on the street, while I was in uniform, and said, Please call me an ambulance, because your beauty is killing me."

Beca laughed. "That's lame but not that bad. Okay, your turn."

"What's the lamest pickup line you've ever used?"

"Rude," Beca said. "I'll have you know that my pickup lines are not lame."

"I'll be the judge of that," Chloe said with a laugh. "Hit me with one."

"Your eyes are blue like the ocean," Beca said. "And, baby, I'm lost at sea."

"Not bad," Chloe said. "But, I've heard it before."

"Okay, miss I'm confident about all that," Beca said with a smirk. "Hit me with your best pickup line."

Chloe turns her back on Beca and unbuttons two buttons on her shirt and pulls it open slightly. She then walks over and stands in front of Beca's cell and leans in a bit. Beca swallows as she tries not to look down at Chloe's cleavage. Chloe smirks.

"Hi, I'm Ms. Right," Chloe said in a breathy whisper. "Someone said you were looking for me?"

"Take me home," Beca breathes out.

"Maybe later," Chloe said with a laugh and rebuttoned her shirt.

Beca's face reddens when she realizes what she said. "Sorry, but that was, um, actually pretty good. I'm guessing you get quite a lot action from guys with that line."

"Oh," Chloe said. "I don't use that line on guys."

Beca smiled at that. "Good to know," she muttered. "Now, it's your turn to ask a question."

"What's the cheesiest pickup line you've used that actually worked?"

"Once I walked up to a girl in a bar and said, Kiss me if I'm wrong, but dinosaurs still exist, right?"

"And you got the girl?"

"Surprisingly, I got the kiss and the girl," Beca said. "She thought I was brave for actually using that line, and also thought I was cute. We went out for about six months."

"Am I going to have to answer the same question?"

"Yep," Bec said. "But, first I have a non-game related question."

"What is it?"

"Do I, um, do I get breakfast? I haven't had anything to eat since lunch yesterday."

"Unfortunately, the diner that serves the jail is closed this morning," Chloe said. "But, I'll figure something out."

"Okay, thanks," Beca said. "So, um, before we continue, I need to use the bathroom."

"Okay," Chloe said and walked over to get the keys to the cell. She opened the door and motioned Beca out. "Follow me."

"Gladly," Beca said and then blushed. "I, uh, meant because I really need to use the, uh, use the bathroom."

Chloe is wearing a grin when she leads Beca to the restroom; she waits outside the door. Beca comes out and literally runs into Chloe and falls to the floor; Chloe tried to grab her but failed.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, let me help you up," Chloe said reaching down to help Beca back to her feet. "You might fall from a mountain, or you might fall from a tree. But the perfect way to fall is to fall in love with me."

"Uh, I'm sorry," Beca said confused. "What was that?"

"The cheesiest pickup line I ever used," Chloe said with a grin.

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"So, why are you holding down the fort all alone? I mean, Fat Amy wasn't wearing a uniform and left a few hours ago, so I'm guessing she's not a cop."

"She's the Chief's daughter," Chloe explained. "She comes in and helps out with phones and taking reports. She sort of just shows up and leaves when she wants. Anyway, Donald was on duty, but I sent him home. He has a kid and it's Christmas."

"What's going to happen to me when your shift is over?"

"Well, I'm off at eight, and Tom and Theo will come on duty," Chloe said chewing on her bottom lip. "Why don't you come home with me? Tom and Theo won't do anything except hit on your for their eight-hour shift, and I have a feeling you wouldn't like that. It's Christmas and I'll make you breakfast."

"I'd like that," Beca said with a small smile.

Chloe smiled back and got the keys to the cell. She walked over and opened the door.

"I don't think you're a flight risk," Chloe said motioning Beca to come out of the cell.

"Thanks," Beca said and stopped right in front of Chloe. "Um, maybe since I have to be in custody until Monday, I can take you to dinner tomorrow night. If you're not busy."

"I'd love to," Chloe said.

Beca looked down at Chloe's lips and Chloe looked at Beca's. Beca started to lean in but jumped back when she heard someone come into the station. She looked over and saw two men dressed as officers.

Chloe cleared her throat and turned to face the guys. "Hey, Tom. Hey, Theo."

"Hey, Chloe," Tom said and looked toward Beca. "Who's this little hottie?"

"Dibs," Theo said.

"I'm a person," Beca said with a snarl. "And, nobody gets to call 'dibs' on me."

"Feisty and hot," Theo said. "Nice!"

"Knock it off," Chloe said. "She's with me. So, if you gentlemen don't mind, my girlfriend and I have breakfast plans."

"Girlfriend?," Tom asked. "Why haven't we seen her before?"

"Because I live in L.A.," Beca said quickly. "I missed her so I came to Barden to spend Christmas. With her."

"Come on, Beca," Chloe said taking Beca's hand. "Let's go. We don't have to explain anything to them."

Theo and Tom watched the two women walk out together. Chloe led Beca outside to her police car and opened the door.

"Oh, I get to sit in the front this time?"

"Well, since you're my girlfriend now, I think it's appropriate."

"Girlfriend, huh?"

"Yeah, I'm sorry about that," Chloe said. "But we would never have gotten out of there if I hadn't said that."

"Oh, I'm not complaining," Beca said. "I've been called worse things than a hot redhead's girlfriend."

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Chloe's place was a nice little 2-bedroom cottage about ten minutes from the police station. Beca and Chloe grabbed Beca's stuff from the back of the car and took everything into the house.

"You can put your stuff in the guest room," Chloe said. "It's the second door on the left down the hall there. I'm going to change out of my uniform."

Beca looked to where Chloe was pointing. "Wait. You're actually letting me stay here instead of a cell?"

"I'm off until Monday," Chloe said. "And like I said, the guys would spend most of their shifts hitting on you. I'd feel bad if you had to endure that."

"Thank you, this is really sweet of you," Beca said and followed Chloe down the hallway.

"The bathroom's in here," Chloe said as they passed the bathroom door. "There are clean towels under the sink if you need it."

Beca thanked Chloe and went into the guest room. She put her suitcase on the bed and decided to change into something more comfortable. She put on some sweatpants and a tee shirt.

Chloe was already in the kitchen when Beca came back out. Chloe was getting food out of the refrigerator and Beca stood in the doorway and watched with a smiled on her face. Chloe looked up and saw her.

"I hope you don't mind that I changed," Beca said.

"Not at all," Chloe said. "I want you to be comfortable, too. The coffee's ready, help yourself. I'm going to make scrambled eggs, bacon, and hash browns. Is that okay?"

"Sounds perfect," Beca said with a laugh. "Keep this up and I might just have to marry you."

"Oh, so the way to Beca Mitchell's heart is through her stomach," Chloe said with a wink. "Good to know."

Beca hadn't moved from the kitchen entry and Chloe looked back over at Beca. Chloe bit her bottom lip and walked to stand in front of Beca.

"I'm going to do something that I think we both want," Chloe said. "I know I do. But if you don't want me to do, tell me now."

"What are you planning to do?," Beca asked nervously.

Chloe just looked up, so Beca looked up as well. There above Beca's head was a sprig of mistletoe. She had been standing underneath it the entire time she had been talking to Chloe.

"In our family, it is considered bad luck if you don't kiss someone when they're under the mistletoe," Chloe said. "Plus, it's a tradition that goes back centuries."

"Well, I'd hate to have bad luck," Beca said. "Or break any traditions.

Chloe got a big smile on her face and leaned in to kiss Beca. "Well, in that case," Chloe breathed out before their lips touched.

The kiss was brief but they both pulled back smiling. Beca gave Chloe a mischievous grin.

"Well, that was for me standing underneath the mistletoe," Beca said. "How about your kiss for standing under the mistletoe? You don't want to break tradition, do you?"

"Definitely not," Chloe said and they leaned in and kissed again. This time it lasted a bit longer and they wrapped their arms around each other.

Beca pulled back from the kiss with a soft "Wow!" Chloe smiled and bit her bottom lip again.

"Have you ever been to L.A.?" Beca asked.

'Um, no, I haven't," Chloe said.

"Would it be weird if I asked you to come to L.A.?"

"You mean to visit?"

"We can start with that. And I'll come back to Barden to visit you. And after a few visits, maybe you and I really will become girlfriends. What do you say?"

"I'd love to," Chloe said and leaned in for another kiss before pulling back and smiling at Beca.

"Merry Christmas, Chloe," Beca said as she pulled Chloe into a hug.

"Merry Christmas, Beca," Chloe said.