Author's note: I know its short and incomplete- I'll add more tomo. I just wanted to make it within ze week deadline xD.

Take me out to the ball game

Beca

Now this was my bread and butter, my element. The metaphoric sound-waves were washing over me as I worked on the puzzle, finding it easier to focus on than the other activities. A tap on my shoulder shook me out of my trance; finding Pieter removing the suction clips from my temples.

"It's break time; after Kommissar is done talking to Dr. Beale we can go out of the compound."

"Re-re-really" Pieter smiled encouraging me to use my voice as my hands tapped a beat with the pencil in my hand. First week of therapy, I wasn't able completely utilize either of them. I was prone to having temper tantrums and breaking things when I thought it would be hopeless to regain the function of my body.

I had to relearn everything again, that it-self was so hard to explain. In a strange way, I found it humbling. All the times I pulled through jobs lasting only on fumes of coffee and second hand strength from the music, I never really stepped back and used it for me in a way to make it more than myself. It was always where will I get my next meal or paycheck – if I'm lucky: my next gig. I gained more now in my new perspective, but I still have those moments where I could always slip back into my own darkness. I need to stay for the prettiest of views that I would have missed in my dark days.

Kommissar walked in with a winning smile while Chloe following behind her with an expression of irritation. After spotting me, Chloe looked down shyly and looked back up at me with genuine smile. Pieter was talking to Kommissar rapidly in their native tongue while she occasionally threw curious glances at me. Pride was in her eyes with each glance thrown, that weren't lost to Chloe whose mood turned soured.

Striding towards me, Kommissar handed me a towel. "Lets get an American burger or whatever greasy culinary delicacies this land offers." Her perfect teeth and solid grayish blue eyes teased me.

Chloe coughed, "Just so you know, you guys have to use the Azareen Shuttle, which is logged into my name. Beca…Ms. Mitchell, when our patients are within a stable state of mind and body – we allow them privilege to leisure time to get out with support. Its proven to up their serotonin, dopamine, and oxytocin levels. Well…Kommissar and Pieter volunteered to be your support." Her voice turned more serious directing her next sentence to Kommissar with a leveled look "Bring Beca back if you notice anything wrong or before night since crowds can induce –"

"In Ordnung Mutter." Kommissar cut her off, helping me out of the chair. Chloe grimaced in response.

Pieter muttered to my ear beside me, while Kommissar and Chloe had a stare down. "Kommissar can speak 8 languages, but she prefers to speak German to make Dr. Beale annoyed. Zum spass" He shrugged.

A few moments later...

We stood before the opened shuttled door. I tried concealing my excitement behind my regular lax slumped shoulder stance, but I knew for a fact that my body hummed. For a few hours I'll trade my missing in action "patient status" to be an anonymous person in the crowd again.

In the shuttle, I opted to open the windows for hot air and the noise of life. I caught an amused smile grace the lips of both Pieter and Kommissar as I poked my head out the window. If I could, I would yell out in the air and add to noise pollution, just to add that I'm alive. I wished Jesse and Chloe were here as well.

Arriving at the mall, Kommissar asked where would I like to dine. I had to laugh at their arched eyebrows when I said burritos. The food at the hospital was surprisingly great, but they didn't carry that wrapped up re-fried beans, beef with melted cheese and spanish rice burrito.

The pair eyed the messy compiled explosion on their plate.

"I'm glad you didn't actually suggest hot dogs..." Kommissar finally said.

"Why is that?" asked I genuinely curious.

"Americans have a sorry excuse of what they call a sausage. Come to Germany and we'll feed you real blended spiced meats." supplied Pieter.

"Thank you, Pieter...I don't really know how to take that statement."

We decided to walk around the mall aimlessly and I loved it. They gave me the space to just roam, using the time I picked out noises that surrounded us, turning them into beats. My hands were itching to compose something: the merry-go-round, the clicking of shoes and ringing of cashiers.

I wanted to get something for Chloe, Kommissar and Jesse for being there...I don't have any cash on me except for a few bucks from my bag that I had on me before the crash. Kommissar and Pieter covered the costs, but this is something I want from me. Noticing that I was lost in thought, Pieter and Kommissar stood on opposite sides of me, seemingly focused on something in a distance.

"Can I just go somewhere unattended?"

"Not really, little mouse. We can just stand near within view, if you'd like" Kommissar said offhandedly, still distracted.

"Right so I'm just going to go to that store next to what you guys are staring at." The said store turned out to be a toy department, the store they were staring holes at was called "Little Germany," in which I could tell Kommissar and Pieter wanted to go into so badly. Either for the sake to satiate their curiosity of how Americans perceive Germany or to go in just for laughs/nostalgia. I feel that its the former choice.

Going into the toy department, I went into the water section to look for bubbles that would serve as a thank you gift for Chloe. The deeper I went in, the more louder the speakers boomed of mindless redundant sales of chipper sugar people, kids were screeching and it started to feel more crowded. My head started to spin and I tried to fight the disorientation.

End notes: next chapter has jesse, chloe and kommissar. Oh if anyone good with German - please tell me if I made any mistakes. * Thank you to the guest that helped me with the correction of "in ordnung mutter" :D