Chapter 9: Reputation Down the Drain

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(Pieter's POV)

"Some of them try to rhyme but they can't rhyme like this (Go, go)
Some of them try to rhyme but they can't (Go, go)
They make you wanna, jump, jump,jump!"

I was singing and rapping Jump Jump, rewording the lyrics a bit that benefits my team. Never have I felt so satisfied and proud as I am tonight! The look on Jazz girl's face when kicked her team's ass! It was hysterical! I knew I would have my revenge on her! I admit that she had me under her bewitching spell with her swaying hips for a minute, until my best friend, Andrew, came to the rescue.

As soon as we're out of the little man's place, we are heading straight to D&B's, and drink all night until the manager kicks us out. Personally, it has been forever since I dined at D&B's. The memory was a bit hazy, but I think I went there to celebrate my uncle's (Kommissar's father) 45th birthday. My cousin and I were on our early twenties at the time. Now I am thirty-two years old, and Kommissar was only a few months older. We have been close as kids to our old age, we were partners in crime. Together, we made music, choreographed a routine, made people cry (still do), and created an accapella team back in high school through college and after. We were supposed to have an equal partnership, but things changed. I believed my cousin was possessed by her Dämon dog. That beast must be responsible as to why Kommissar was so mean.

Tonight, I felt like I'm an actual leader for the first time, leading the team to a victory song, raising the gift card in the air. I noticed a few of my teammates trying to take the card from me, but I'm too tall for them to reach. They were not going to take my moment from me.

"Cause I'm the miggida miggida miggida miggida Mac Daddy (Go, go)
I'm the miggida miggida miggida miggida Mac Daddy (Go, go)
I'm the miggida miggida miggida miggida Mac Daddy!"

I threw my other hand in the air to join my raised one with the gift card, but as soon as I had done that, everyone stopped singing and gasps were made. The music cut unexpectedly along with my solo. I was jumping, but everyone else stopped. I furrowed my brows, confused as to why they stopped as I continued jumping.

"W-Why did you all stop?" I asked.

"Jazz, are you okay?!" a woman shouted behind me. I noticed that Andrew and Sasha in front of me were staring wide eyes, but not at me, but behind. I followed my gaze and shocked to see the raven beauty on the ground unconscious. Blood was oozing out of her nose, dripping onto her rosy lips and hair. My jumping came to a halt, curious to know what happened to her.

"Dude!" The host, wearing a tiara on his head and riding the scooter, stared up at me in disgust, "You just punched a girl! Jerk!"

The girl, who gave us the win with her original song, was trying to wake the teasing bitch up, "Jazz! Jazz, come on!"

"Can somebody call an ambulance?!" a male voice cried in the background.

"No! No ambulance!" The host exclaimed, "I can't have authorities find..." He fell into silence, before he added meekly, "Stuff."

To make matters worse, the Bellas and Jazz girl's brother joined the party.

"What's going on here?" the ginger demanded, but got her answer once she looked down and let out a scream in horror.

Jazz girl's brother kneeled next to the unconscious girl trying to wake her up as well, "Jazz! Jazz, are you okay?! Jazz, come on! Wake up!"

"What the hell happened?!" The feisty elf demanded.

"Oh, Pieter punched her," Andrew replied casually.

I casted a dark glare at my best friend, who probably won't be my best friend after this.

"You?!" The brother jumped at his feet, "YOU punched my baby sis?!"

"Don't be a Muschi! I didn't mean-"

"You son of a bitch!" The next thing I knew knuckles met my jaw, swinging my head to the side. I didn't bother putting a hand on the punched cheek, because I was in shock that the boy had the balls to hit me, and it didn't hurt as bad.

I didn't realize what was going on around me. I noticed the feisty ugly troll going at it with Kommissar, yelling, screaming, cursing while complimenting her looks. Andrew had it out with the Troublemaking boy band. Sasha was yanking hair with Chloe. I didn't realize it was getting physical, until I was whipped down to the ground with heavy weight. I looked up with wide eyes to see who straddled me with her fat ass- Flabby Abby in a bra (A sight I don't want to see ever again!). I didn't have time to fight back, because her fist raised, meeting my face. Everything turned black...

~000~000~000~

(Jazz's pov)

My dream came true. I was performing on Broadway... well, rehearsing. I was in the studio, practicing my dance routine for Wicked the Musical. Everyone else including the director left, only the cleaning crew and myself were the only ones here. I decided to spend five more minutes, perfecting my routine. I jumped and spun halfway, I landed on by foot and did a high kick. I panted for breath, knowing that it was enough and that I should head back home. Right when I was about to pack my stuff, the lights were turned off.

I froze in the dark, "Uh... Guys! I'm still here!" I really wished I had my phone with me so I can have some light so I can pack and leave.

"Insolent child! This slave of fashion, basking in my glory!"

I jumped at the unexpected booming voice, "What the fuck!" How dared this mystery man call me a child! I'm nineteen and a half. I admitted I was a bit anxious, because his voice was angry with an accent. I remembered the last experience I had, pissing off a angry man with a sexy accent. I realized how dangerous it was to push his buttons, knowing his brawn capabilities.

It seemed that the voice wasn't finished. He wasn't talking, instead he was singing... opera style.

"Ignorant fool! This brave young siren, sharing in my triumph!"

This production was Wicked, since when did it turn into Phantom of the Opera? I bet it's an immature high school student from the crew trying to mess with me.

"Okay, I know you're trying to pull my leg. Come out so we can laugh about it!"

There was silence. The man didn't respond.

I turned around and gasped. There was light, but it only shined on a vanity mirror that showed an image of me dressed up in a white satin nightgown, hair curled, and make up applied. I looked like Christine from the Phantom of the Opera, only her hair wasn't black, and her eyes weren't blue, but she's prettier than me. What the fuck? What happened to my sweaty tank top and pants?

My mind went back to the mysterious voice. It was sexy, but familiar.

"Who is there? Where are you hiding?" I demanded, "Don't think I don't have enough energy to kick your ass!"

"Dimwitted girl, you shall know me, see why in shadow I hide! Look at your face in the mirror - I am there inside!"

I wanted this prank to be over and done with. I slowly approached the mirror, but froze to see no longer the image of me, but a faint image of a man. He was all dressed up, but one thing was out of place... He wore a white mask. The same mask that her first movie crush was wearing. The Phantom of the Opera mask. This must be a trick mirror.

I glanced behind the mirror to see no one behind me, then turned to see if there was a projection. No machine to fool me. I glanced back at the mirror and gasped. His arm went through the glass. Was this for real? Am I going to have a dream date with the Phantom of the Opera in his lair?

"Erik?" I asked.

His lips curled slightly, but it wasn't sincere. It was as if he was amused.

"I am your Angel..." the phantom chanted in a low seductive tone that would enchant you to do anything he wanted. "Come to me ..." he commanded.

I shouldn't. You can't go away with a stranger. That's what happens to stupid girls who talk to creepy pedophiles on the internet, and they first thought it's true love. Bullshit.

But then again. Somehow my legs weren't in control. They were walking towards the mirror.

"I am your Angel... Come to me... Jasmine. Jasmine..."

"JASMINE!" Another male voice startled me. It was my brother! He was banging the door to the studio that was locked apparently, because he couldn't get in. "JASMINE, OPEN THE DOOR!"

Oh, I wanted to, but the man before me had his hand reached out to mine. My mind was filled with lust thoughts of what to do with Gerald Butler. I pictured our bodies entwining under the red sheets, gasping and moaning in pleasure as I straddled on top, riding him hard and fast.

"WAKE UP, Jazz! WAKE UP!"

Wake up? Was this a dream? Hope not! I am in the horny phase, I can't turn back now. I wanted - needed to fuck the Phantom!

The mysterious phantom was watching me with a smirk of triumphant as if he won a prize... Me. I was about to become his prey, and I'm not in control. His gloved black hand was close to interlocking with mine.

"Come to me, Mein Liebling... Mein Liebling..."

I gasped and widened my eyes, realizing who the stranger was. Before our hands meet...

~000~000~000~

I woke up and winced at a bright light at my face. Was I in heaven? Did I die?

"Rise and shine, Sleeping Beauty."

My eyes raised to see my big brother sitting on a chair beside me.

"J-Jesse?" I asked, inhaling through my nose but quickly regretted it. Pain was shooting through my nasal cavity to my sinus to my eye, giving me a splitting headache.

"Don't use your nose so much," Jesse told me.

I looked down to see that his right hand was bandaged. What the hell happened last night? There was no way I passed out drunk, I only had one Jello shot, unless I was drugged.

"W-Where am I?"

"The hospital," Jesse replied.

I widened my eyes, taking in my surroundings. He was right. I was in the hospital, lying on a bed with an IV in my arm. Across from me was a flat screen playing a show on Disney Channel. Yuck!

My mind was trying to process what happened. I remembered going to the shady man's home with the Bellas, dancing during the Riff Off, having a small argument with Pieter... NO. I don't want to think about that German asshole at the moment. I wished to forget how we lost to his team. The look on his face that he won, that gave him a bigger boost to his giant ego. His voice that could become the next Erik from Phantom of the Opera...

I remembered drinking Jello shots with Emily, but that was all I could remember.

"Oh no, please tell me I didn't do something crazy!" I begged.

Jesse furrowed his brows in confusion, "Why would you think that?"

"Because I don't remember what happened!" That wasn't true. The last thing I remembered was drinking with Emily. The question was what happened after that.

"Remember calling the tall man from DSM Hitler?"

How could I forget that? Calling Pieter that name really offended the guy. Luckily, Jesse came to my rescue before things have escalated.

"Yeah, I remember."

"Well, it seemed like he wasn't very forgiving."

I furrowed my brows confusingly, "What do you mean?"

"He punched you."

I widened my eyes and my mouth dropped in disbelief. Pieter punched me? I know that he was capable of broad strength, but I didn't think he had the balls to punch a girl who was way younger than him. It was like child abuse.

"He punched me?"

Jesse nodded, "Yeah, your nose was bleeding and everything! Things went bad when the party turned into a fighting match."

"What happened to your hand?" I asked, gesturing the bandage around his wrist.

"Tried to be the good brother and give the guy a punch."

"You punched him?!" I asked in shock. I never thought Jesse would be capable of violence too.

"Did he kick your ass?"

"Jasmine!" he scolded me for using such foul language, but I didn't give a fuck.

"Well did ya?"

Jesse snorted, "Appreciate the faith and support, Jazz."

I scoffed, "Come on, Jesse. The guy is big foot compared to you."

"Well, if you must know, before I even tried to kick his ass, Fat Amy took over and beat him senseless."

"Damn," I said, "I wished I saw that."

"Well, you didn't. Emily called the ambulance for you. Not only that, but the police joined the party as well."

"Where are the girls?"

"Emily's passed out over there," he pointed at another chair the other side of me. Her head was resting against the arm of the chair while her body was facing the TV. Huh, I guess she was a Disney Channel fan. The shows back in early 2000 were a classic and good, but now they canceled the classics and bring new shows with young actors who can't act, making the whole channel crappy!

"The other girls are in police custody."

I widened my eyes, "They got arrested? What for?!"

"Only Fat Amy, Chloe, and Cynthia. They were caught assaulting DSM. Beca and the rest were still in questioning."

"What about Pieter and DSM? Don't they get any punishment?"

"Not to worry. Pieter and some blonde girl is here in another room. The police are outside their door."

"Why? They don't need protection!"

"The police wasn't for protection, they're here so they won't come in here to beat you senseless."

"So Kommi and Pieter are-"

"They are arrested too."

Now I felt better with the situation. I believed justice has been served, but I felt bad about the fact that my friends were arrested as well for defending my honor. However, there was an old saying - You mess with one of us, you mess with all of us.

"I talked to Mom and Dad."

My satisfied face fell, "Oh no."

Jesse nodded, "They're hiring a lawyer to sue DSM for breaking your nose and giving you a black eye."

"I have a broken nose?!" I asked in shock. Jesse nodded with a sigh. I shook my head, beginning to panic, "No way. I can't have a broken nose. How can I sing with a broken nose?!"

"You can sing," Jesse assured her, "Just give it time to heal. The doctors did a great job straightening it, it was slightly crooked when they took you in."

"You're kidding?"

Jesse pulled out his phone, showing a picture of me sleeping in the ambulance. He was right. Pieter did a great job making me look ugly. My right eye developed a black eye; my nose was bruised and slanted to the left; and blood was oozing out of my nose down to my cheek, my lips, and my grey tank top. I was pissed because that top was my favorite!

I sighed, feeling blood pulsing through my injury. It was really uncomfortable, not to mention painful, "I really need drugs, right now."

Jesse chuckled, "Ask for them again in two days."

"Two days?! Are you high?!"

"They can give you Tylenol, but nothing else. They didn't want to risk anything, since your nose has acute - whatever they said."

I groaned, staring at the ceiling, trying to let my mind drift elsewhere. I want to focus pass the pain, but proved difficult.

Over the next hour, I was questioned by an older cop. He was asking me questions about what happened at the party and what we did. He asked me if Pieter was my abusive boyfriend or husband. I said no immediately. He asked if I had any relationship with the man who hit me. I told him that we hated each other as acapella rivals. He asked that if Pieter ever laid a hand on me before. I said no.

Then there was the next question that made me uncomfortable. He asked if I had been drinking or doing drugs. I wanted to lie. My brother was standing by me, staring at me intently. If he knew that I have been drinking, he would become an overprotective father, watching me like a hawk at the next party. As much I wanted to save my independence, the guy asking the question was a cop. If I lied, my ass would be in jail. I had no choice but to tell the truth. The only thing that gave me a push to spill the beans was the heart monitor that beeped loudly. The cop and Jesse knew the truth, right away. I admitted that I remembered drinking one Jello shot, but that was it.

The cop insisted on taking a BAC and blood test for drugs. I did, and my blood alcohol resulted .02%. I didn't want to see Jesse's face when he saw the number. I bet he was either disappointed or angry that he didn't stop me from taking a shot. Emily was awake when her mother stopped by to check on her baby girl, and took the same test. Her results were the same as mine much to her mother's dismay. It proved that we didn't drink much at the party. I took the drug test, and it was all clean. Because I wasn't planning on driving home, and Emily called the police when I was unconscious; we were spared from a DUI and underage drinking charge.

Tonight was bitter sweet to be honest. We lost to DSM, and I woke up with a broken nose without medication and a blood test. However, no charges were pressed against me, only an hour lecture from Jesse about drinking and how it would ruin you. He was such a hypocrite. He had done the same thing at my age and had sex on top of it. I blackmailed him not to spill the beans to our parents, he reluctantly agreed.

Pieter was getting his just desserts for hitting me. I still can't believe he did it. I know he's got a temper with dangerous sexy eyes, but I thought he was all bark and no bite. I was proven wrong. For my safety, I decided to listen to my brother and stay away from DSM. It was best for me and everyone. I don't want another repeat of what happened. But I was happy to know that I have people around me that cared about me, willing to go to jail for me. I love them so much.

~000~000~000~

(Pieter's POV)

After waking up with a black eye, bruised, a bleeding lip and nose, and a pinched nerve down from my arm and neck; I found out from Angry Kommissar that I was charged with assaulting a minor. I remembered what happened before the hippo woman jumped and attacked me. I recalled the sleeping girl on the ground all bloody. I wanted Jazz girl to suffer, but that was not what I had in mind. I insisted that it was an accident and I didn't mean to punch the girl. Two police men were guarding my hospital door to keep me from getting out to finish what I started with Jazz girl. I hated this. I was enjoying one moment of victory, until she ruined it. She suffered, but I was suffering worse.

DSM were in police custody for questioning. Once I am the clear by the doctors, I would be forced to walk in a streifenwagen (patrol car) in cuffs. Kommissar contacted my lawyer and tried to have my bail transferred.

Kommissar and I were watching the news, and it didn't take long for us to be breaking news.

"This just in! What was supposed to be a fun party for Acappella teams to have fun and sing and go crazy had gone wild! Taken place at a wealthy man's home whose name we cannot identified because of possession of false identifications from across the states. But he is put away in cuffs for possession of drugs that was stashed in a goose."

What they said about that man in purple didn't surprise me. When our team walked inside his home, I knew he was a bit nutty as he greeted us. But if he was selling drugs, it would explain the wealthy home and $42,000 gift card to D&B's. That's when my heart sank realizing that if the forty-two grand came from drugs, I'm sure the police would confiscate it for evidence. So much for dining, drinking, and partying all night.

"But that was just icing on the cake, the real story involves two accapella teams who are apparently rivals. One is America's Barden Bellas who had recently been shunned and hated after the President's birthday incident."

An image of Flabby Abby appeared with her triangle blurred.

"The other is German's DSM who recently have taken the Bellas place for their victory tour. Both teams are competing at the World's National Competition taken place at Copenhagen the city of Denmark."

I grimaced at the screen playing a video of the fight during my nap. I watched spit flying, cursing, punching, hair pulling.

"As you can see from this footage, two teams have gone at it during this party event. Witnesses stated that it was started by this man." I lowered my eyes as my picture appeared on screen. "Pieter Kramer, co-leader of Das Sound Machine, had beaten a young Barden Bella to the ground. Nineteen-year-old Jasmine Swanson, choreographer for the Bellas. Both have been suffering a few injuries, people are brought in for questioning, arrests have been made. More details will be made later on."

I perked up at the mention of the girl's age. So she wasn't a minor. She sure looked younger. I frowned at the accusation of me beating her. I punched her, but it was an accident.

"Right now, we have one of the witnesses to give his side of the story. Daphne?"

It showed a face of the young man from Tone Hangers who accused John Mayer fucking Tina Turner. He was labeled as Bumper "the witness".

"Sir, could you please tell me what you saw?" The reporter point the mic at him.

"Well, I was upstairs with my boo about to do the doggie. I was on all fours, everything was about to get down, but then we heard screaming downstairs so my boo jumped off the bed to check it out. I was only in my T-Shirt and briefs, when I was dragged down stairs." He made a mock gasp, "And what do we see?"

"What did you and your boyfriend see?" the reporter asked.

"Oh, we-" Bumper completely stopped and looked at the reporter in disbelief, "Uh, excuse me?!"

"Something wrong?"

"Oh! Plenty wrong there! Lets get one thing straight, Miss it's-too-hot-to-wear-a-last-season's-cashmere-sweater! I am NOT GAY!"

The reporter looked down at her pink blouse, partially offended, before nodded, "Uh-huh. Of course not. Continue."

He huffed, "So I see my former comrade punching the tall German guy in the face for knocking his little sister out. Everyone was wild. There were catfights! Either it was like a recreation of Dance Moms or the Real House Wives of New Jersey or Little Women on Lifetime!"

"So just to be clear. Jesse Swanson was the man who punched Pieter Kramer?"

Bumper scoffed, "You mean tried? The big guy didn't get much from Jesse, but my sex buddy?" He clapped his hands, smiling, "She was knocking him down and beating his face to a pulp! I got a video if you want to see!"

The reporter turned back to the screen, "We will be right back to see Bumper's boyfriend beating up Pieter Kramer senseless. Back to you, Tom-"

"Look, lady, you need your ears checked. I told you I'm not gay!"

Kommissar had enough, so did I. She turned off the TV and stared down at me with neutral face. I knew that look. It's unlike her to be happy with anything, except crushing people's spirits. I screwed up, and she was going to add more weight on me by adding more punishments.

"Alright, Kommissar," I sighed in defeat, "Go on and yell at me. I deserve it. Tell me how I am a disgrace to the team."

"Oh, you have done more than disgrace DSM, my dear vetter. You fucked up this team tonight with your incompetence and stupidity!" She murmured out more cursed words in German. She clenched her fist at the hospital sheets and my wrist, cutting off my blood supply. I tried to pull my arm from her grip, but she won't have it.

"I can't stand to look at you, right now. You weren't this bad, until you developed an obsession with that girl!"

"An obsession?! What obsession?!" I questioned. Sure, I have watched the dancer's YouTube videos and couldn't stop thinking about her, it didn't mean I was obsessed.

Kommissar scoffed, "Don't bullshit, Pieter. Drew has enlightened on your plans for revenge on hippo mouth."

I groaned, looking away from my cousin. So much for having a loyal friend in the group.

"Ever since she showed up to your life, you have lost it. You let her ruin you!"

I grunted in surprise by a hard slap on the back of my head, contacting my chin to my sternum. I bit my lip, holding back the pain. What a mistake. I tasted the metallic of blood in my mouth. One thing I hate to taste was blood, it's like licking a American penny.

"Do you wish to be like Alec and Micah? Did you not see how their thirst of obsession has ruined them? Remember how you were dragged to the middle their immaturity?"

I nodded, "How could I forget them, ma'am. You have my apologies. I was out of line and stupid. I would never do anything to jeopardize the group. It won't happen ever again. Pinky-Versprechen."

Kommissar blinked, "You have disappointed me, vetter. I will take my leave to fix this. Once I clean up your mess, you will not utter a word, contact, or have any relations to that American girl. No more obsession. Is that clear?"

Kommissar was right. Perhaps keeping my distance from the girl will bring me back to sanity. We have another tour at another state called Tennessee. That would keep me busy from thinking about the swaying curves and swan neck girl. I wanted to stay mad at her for showing up at the wrong time to receive a punch that could permanately harm her. But it was an accident, I couldn't blame her for that. Besides, I had my revenge. She lost battle with DSM. I didn't bring her on her knees like I would've wanted, but the other girls I have seen were miserable that should be good enough.

I nodded, "Yes, ma'am."

Kommissar didn't say anything, but gave me a single nod before leaving, obviously trying to bring back the good name of DSM. For now, I wanted to enjoy the comfort of this bed before I'll be transferred to a hard-rock jail bed.

Right when I was about to sleep and knock from the door interrupted.

"Mr. Kramer?"

My eyes squinted at a foggy image of a woman. I couldn't identify her, because I was in a sleep phase.

"W-What? Who are you?"

"Oh, my name is Meredith Murphy," raising her hand up for a handshake. I would've shook her hand, but I realized that my arms were strapped. My mind was questioning the woman's intentions. How did she pass security?

"What can I do for you, Miss Murphy? Are you my lawyer?"

She chuckled, "No- God no! But I do hope you can help me with something, and it might bring your team a good name."

"And what would that be?"

"I noticed you have a dancing background."

I nodded, slowly waking up, "Yes, ma'am." I remembered I was dragged to learn ballroom dancing as a child. It was part of the curriculum from a prestigious boarding school, and it gave me a scholarship along with my music. I stopped dancing after graduation, but never the music. When Kommissar and I were partners, I would be in charge of choreographing the routine and song... Come to think of it, Kommissar never did much expect raise a firm hand.

"Then you would be perfect!"

"Perfect for what?"

"I want you to be my guest teacher for my dance academy. I have former student helping me, but I really love it if you can help out."

I chuckled, "I'm flattered. I have no idea how you would know about me, since you are America-"

"I was there at the party. I see a lot of musi-cal in you and not to mention talent. It would mean the world to me if you come."

I gave her a faint smile, at least there's one person in the entire world who didn't think bad of me, "I would love to, Madame Murphy... but my group will be leaving soon after I have the charges drop against me."

My blurry vision cleared to see an older woman with shoulder length brown hair and hazel eyes, sharp angled face. She was dressed in a flowy black dress and a red beret on her head. She was pretty, but she would've been beautiful if it weren't for the gloomy eyes of disappointment she held.

"Well, in case you changed your mind," she stuffed a card inside my closed hand, "Here's my card."

"Times up, lady!" the cop called from the outside, keeping a narrowing eye on me. I huffed, when were they going to realize that I am not the bad guy here? The dance instructor nodded, before winking at me, "Sleep on it. You will never know how this can help you in a long run."

I had no idea what she meant by that. I believed she was talking about how it would help me bring back a good name. I don't know. What I really want to do was take one of the woman's advices and sleep.

~000~000~000~

Jesse left Jasmine alone to rest before heading back to the college. He poured himself another cup of coffee, trying to get a hold of Beca for the seventh time. Each time he called, it would always lead to the woman's sweet voicemail.

"Hey, Beca, it's me. Just so you know Jasmine is fine, have .02% of alcohol in her blood, but fine. I'm just upset about the whole and want to talk to a person who's sane, and that would be you. So anyway, call me back. Please." He hung up and turned back around to pick up his coffee but froze with widened eyes, face to face with a six foot Barbie doll dressed in black. He instantly recognized her as the woman from DSM.

"Mr. Swanson, I presume?" Kommissar asked for confirmation.

"What the hell do you want?" Jesse demanded, careful not to get close to the woman's punching range.

Kommissar raised her hands up in surrender, "Relax. I am not here to fight. I am here in peace."

"Your friend punched my baby sister! There's nothing peaceful about it. We are going to sue your team's asses for what you did!"

Kommissar sighed in exhaustion, "Look, as I said before, I am not here to start a fight. Your talk and height is straining my neck."

"What do you want?" Jesse pressed.

"Direct," Kommissar gave him a tight impressed smile, "I love it. So I shall share. I have a proposition that will make this all go away, and we leave happy."

Jesse stared up at the woman with narrowed eyes. Was she serious? What kind of proposition was she talking about? He bet has something to do with her trying to convince him to drop the charges against them. But he was sick of drama. He wanted it to end quickly. So he decided to hear her out first, then call security.

"I'm listening."

Kommissar's smile grew bigger, "Good. You are smart after all." She took the filled coffee cup that was meant Jesse before taking a sip ignoring Jesse's protest. She immediately reacted, sticking her tongue out in disgust, "How can you Americans drink this, I'll never know." She huffed, before turning to Jesse, "Walk with me, Swanson."

Jesse blinked at her commanding him to do what she wanted. Not wanting to fight, he did what she wanted and followed her to hear that proposition.

A/N: Here it is! The new chapter for this story. I know it's a month wait, but I hope the wait was worth it.

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