The click the door made when Jesse shut it behind him woke Beca up. She lifted her head, looked at the door, reached for the remote and pressed play before resting it back on the couch and curling up then sighing when she heard her phone and deciding to ignore it. They can leave a message— she thought to herself as she held her legs close to her chest.

She was falling back asleep when she heard knocking on the door, she opened one eye, thinking she dreamed the knock but when the person at the door knocked again, she sat up. It couldn't be Jesse because it must have past 30 minutes since he had left, she guessed since the movie had ended.

She wiped her cheeks to make sure there weren't any tears and ran her fingers through her hair as she reached for the doorknob. "Oh my god, what are you doing here?" she questioned in surprise.

"I'm glad to see you too, Bec," Chloe said as she threw her arms around her shoulders and hugged her tightly.

"When did you get here?" Beca asked, pulling away from Chloe's hug.

"A couple of hours ago," Chloe answered.

"How did you get in?"

"We waited until someone was getting out then we sneaked in," Matt answered.

"I—we tried calling you," Chloe suggested between her and Matt.

"Yeah, I was napping," Beca stepped back. "Get in," she told them.

"If you didn't get the door I was going to call 911. He said you didn't show up at work," she nodded at Matt.

"I got food poisoning so I called in sick. Asshat over here is the reason," she shot a glare at Matt who was looking around her apartment.

"What, you mean me? What did I do to you?" he asked, looking back at her.

"The muffins you got me got me sick."

"Good thing you dragged me out and I didn't get one. Dodged a bullet there," he mock-wiped his forehead.

Beca eyed him for a few minutes then reached over, rolling her eyes when he stepped away.

"I saw you sucker punch a guy," he said defensively when he saw her expression.

"Don't worry," she said, rubbing her fingers against his beard. "You just got yourself some crumbs," she said removing her hand.

"Oh," he scratched his beard, "thanks," he said then tilted his head hearing Chloe clear her throat.

"How are you feeling now?" Chloe asked in concern.

"I'm better," she assured her, giving Chloe a small smile. "Did you come alone?" she asked.

"No, Amy and Bumper are here too. The minute we landed I went to your workplace."

"—I told her you didn't show up then came over with her to check up on you."

"Well, I'm fine." Matt nodded eyeing then pulled his cell phone from his pocket and grimaced.

"I can't believe I'm saying this," he looked up. "I have to go back to work. I was in a meeting when I saw your friend," he said to Beca. "I recognized her from that frame over there," he nodded at the graduating picture framed on the wall, "And, I just had to go see what was up," he shrugged.

"very thoughtful," Beca sighed. "Well, thanks for showing up, Matt."

"Yeah, any day, Ms. Mitchell," he brought the phone to his ear. "Yeah, I'm coming," he said to the phone. "Nah, we'll be fine—bye," he waved at both Beca and Chloe then reached for the knob and unlocked the door and paced out of the apartment. "Not you," they heard him say on the phone as he closed the door.

"Is he buffed or is it just his chest?" Chloe nodded at the door. "You can't really tell with that sweatshirt he's wearing."

"Not just the chest," Beca answered looking at the door.

"Have you?" Chloe snapped her head back to look at Beca.

"Ugh, no," Beca made a face. "I just saw his half naked," she informed Chloe. "What? don't look at me like that. We saw each other naked and didn't have sex," she shrugged.

"God, I missed you," Chloe pulled Beca into her embrace and hugged her.

"You too, Chlo," Beca said hugging her back.

"How long ago did you have the food poisoning?" Chloe asked, pulling away.

"I don't know, what time is it now?" Beca asked back, blowing a breath.

"It's 2:14 pm," Chloe informed her as she looked at her watch.

"Um, I had breakfast around 8 am," she paused. "Like six hours," she shrugged.

"Your stomach should be able to hold food," Chloe said then started to make her way to the kitchenette. "Got any food in here?"

"Jesse was making soup earlier I don't know if he finished it or not," Beca followed her. Chloe turned on her heels and arched an eyebrow. Beca sighed then gave her a summary of what had happened, starting by how she and Matt got high and ending with Jesse leaving while she slept but didn't include the part where she practically clung to him and started crying, she didn't even know why she did that.

"How is he?" Chloe asked out of curiosity. She knew about the accident since she was face-timing with Beca when she got the call from the hospital.

Beca rested her hands on the counter and looked around for the bourbon she saw earlier and couldn't see it anywhere. "He was blaming himself for the whole thing last time I saw him and from the looks of it I think he still does."

"Poor guy—He made you alphabet soup," Chloe informed her friend as she looked into the pot. "Sit down while I heat it up," she tilted her head to look at Beca who had wrapped her arms around herself and was looking out the window.

"You're not falling into depression, are you?"

"What? No, I'm fine," Beca looked back at Chloe.

"Stacie said you're not acting like yourself lately."

"I haven't seen Stacie in like two weeks, how does she know how I'm acting? Is she even in New York still?"

"She is. And you've been blowing her off whenever she asks if you wanted to hang out."

"I never blew her off. I just don't want to go out and sleep with strangers— which, by the way, is what she wants me to do."

"No, Stacie wants to help out. She's worried about you," Chloe paused when Beca scoffed. "I'm worried about you."

"Don't be. I'm doing fine. Just a few more months then I'm back home," Beca sighed and took a seat. She had spent nearly five months in New York and had at most seven months, depending on when Matt's father retires.

"Seriously, Chloe, I won't get depressed over a guy. I'll be fine, eventually—You haven't told me what you, Amy and Bumper are doing in New York?"

"Bumper is promoting his new album and will be performing on SNL this Saturday, how cool is that?"

"Pretty cool," Beca nodded.

"Anyway, Bumper rented a jet. Amy asked if I wanted to go and here I am," Chloe grinned. "I'm here to get you out of this place and make you socialize so you better hurry up and get better," Chloe turned back to the stove and turned it off before she grabbed a bowl and filled it with soup, smiling to herself when she heard Beca groan.

"Did you check in a hotel?" Beca asked as she brought the spoon to her mouth. Chloe shook her head. "This was a last minute kinda thing." Chloe opened the fridge and pulled a pitcher and pour some water into a glass.

"When are you headed back to L.A?"

"Sunday, I don't know when exactly," she shrugged, placing a glass of water in front of Beca.

"Stay here for the weekend," Beca sucked her teeth as she watched Chloe take a seat on a stool next to her.

"I will," Chloe nodded. "How's the soup?"

"Soup is good," Beca looked down at the bowl and continued to eat in silence.

"I'll get it," Chloe got on her feet when they heard Beca's phone ring.

"Chloe, I had a food poisoning. I'm not dying."

"You're eating. It's fine. I got it," she got up and walked to her room.

"Beca, Taxes is calling," Chloe frowned as she walked out of the bedroom. "Who's Taxes?"

"Nick," Beca curtly answered.

"Nick Nick?"

"Yep. Ignore him," Beca tilted her head and watch Chloe pick up the phone. She rolled her eyes looked back at her soup.

"Hello," Chloe said and started to make her way back to the stool she was sitting on. "Um, she's showering," she lied as she eyed Beca play around with the spoon and guessed she was spelling some word and leaned in to get a better look and saw that Beca spelled SOUP. Feeling Chloe's gaze, Beca looked up and whispered, "soup-ception," making Chloe chuckle.

"I'll tell her to call back," she said to Nick. "Oh, wait, she just got out of the shower," Chloe pulled the phone away from her ear, "Beca, Nick is on the phone."

Beca glared at her then shook her head.

"Hey," she said bringing the phone to her ear.

"Hey yourself," he paused. "You better have a good reason for standing me out," he added.

"Shit, I'm sorry, man," Beca rubbed her forehead. They were supposed to have lunch together and she totally forgot. "I got food poisoning this morning, I should have texted and canceled. I'm really sorry," she apologized. She felt bad for forgetting about the plans they made (Read: he made.)

"Food poisoning?"

"Yep."

"You okay now?" he asked in concern.

"Yeah, I'm doing better— hey you got any plans tomorrow night?" she asked.

"No, not really. Why?"

"Well, I was thinking maybe we could go grab a drink. Some of my friends from college are in town and we're going out, it'll be fun," she told him. She wanted to hit to birds with one rock. Hangout with Nick and make up for standing him out and get out of the apartment so that Chloe would stop worrying. Having her friends with them will make it harder for him to make a move.

"Oh yeah, who?"

"Well, there's Chloe, Stacie and maybe Amy and Bumper," she said. She knew she could get Stacie and Chloe to go but wasn't sure about Amy and Bumper.

"Okay," he agreed.

"Cool, I'll text you and tell you where we're meeting up and when?"

"I'll be expecting a text. You just get better."

"Yeah."

"Well, my cigarette break is over. I have to go back to work."

"Okay, don't wanna keep you from work."

"Take care."

"You too, bye," she said and hung up then tossed her phone on the counter.

"What's wrong you?" Chloe asked when Beca met her gaze. Beca frowned at the question. "Why are you going out with Nick when you're clearly still hung up on Jesse."

"It's not like that," Beca went back to her soup. "Nick is," Beca paused, thinking of define what Nick's to her. "He's a part of my past. He's a friend," she shrugged.

"And the bearded guy from work? He likes you, Beca."

"I know he does. Matt also knows that I'm leaving and that I don't think of him that way. I mean, he's attractive but I got other things that I need to focus on."

Beca hopped off of the stool when she finished eating and took her bowl to the sink.

"Like?"

"Work," Beca answered as she turned on her heels. "I'm gonna go shower. Make yourself at home."

Beca felt slightly better after a warm shower. She felt like could work. She knew she'd have a ton of e-mails waiting for her and had to get on them as soon as possible.

She walked into her bedroom to find Chloe lying on her stomach on the phone with who she guessed was her husband. She walked straight to her wardrobe and picked a pair of sweatpants, a t-shirt and underwear then walked back to the bathroom to change. When she walked out for the second time, Chloe wasn't on the phone anymore.

"Wanna binge watch some show since you're sick and we can't go out?"

"I have some work to do, Chlo. Maybe later," she made her way to her messenger bag to pull her laptop from it.

"You gonna make music?" Chloe asked, looking at some music equipment laying around in the room but they looked like they haven't been used in a while.

"No," Beca climbed on the bed. "I haven't made music in months," she sighed, starting her laptop.

"What have you been doing then?"

"Trying to find a way to keep the branch up and working," she looked up and took in the confused look on Chloe's face. "I forgot to tell you," she ran a hand through her damp hair. "My bosses are planning on shutting this branch down 'cause it hasn't been producing anything 'special'," she paused to sigh. "Sending me here is like some sort of training for the real deal which is the position in L.A.," Beca logged on her e-mail on wasn't surprised by the amount of unread e-mails she found.

"I haven't been doing any progress so this training period is pointless," she blew a breath and started to rub her temples. "I can't do my job right and I can't blame it on anyone but myself. I took this promotion and I don't deserve it. I don't know why they offered it to me," she shrugged. "For the last couple of weeks, I've been seriously considering quitting or ask for my old job back and just get the hell out of here." she sniffed and blinked back tears that were threatening to spill.

"You don't really mean that," Chloe said when Beca was done talking.

"I suck at this. I haven't been able to accomplish anything worth mentioning. I haven't signed anyone yet. I don't think I can spot talent," she shrugged and opened an e-mail to read. "I can just work with what I get assigned to."

Chloe reached and took the laptop from Beca's lap.

"Chloe, I need that," Beca sniffed.

"You'll get it back, don't worry." Chloe put it aside then turned back to her. "You're wrong about what you can and cannot do. You're learning how to do this. I honestly have no idea how being a director of A&R works. But you've been doing it and putting a lot of effort into managing an entire department. You're being picky about signing artists, so what? You said this branch is gonna get cut off. You need someone who's like oozing with talent to put you guys on the map again. It's stressful. And, you've been going through stuff—deny it all you want but you're miserable and need a support system, the kind that wouldn't just give you love but makes love to you—"

"You were doing great, Chloe, now you just set women back 50 years," Beca clicked her tongue. "I don't need any man."

"What is it that you need then?"

"Now? That would be my laptop."

"You're not getting it. And, you're right, you don't need any man—"

"—Thank you."

"You need Jesse."

"Well, that ship has sailed and won't be making a detour. I screwed up and he doesn't want me back— now give me my laptop."

"He doesn't owe you anything yet he stayed with you and made freaking alphabet soup."

"He was just returning a favor," Beca said then bit her lip in regret.

"What favor?" Chloe arched an eyebrow. "Beca, what favor?" Chloe asked again when Beca didn't answer her the first time.

"After the accident. Jesse got into a very weird place. I didn't know how to help with words so I slept with him and it worked."

"Wow," Chloe closed the laptop's lid.

"Yeah, then he woke up and told me that we can't see each other again because I deserve better or something like that," she paused feeling a lump in her throat.

"Why didn't you tell me about this?" Chloe scooted closer to Beca and threw her arm around her shoulder and leaned against the headboard.

"Because listening to me ramble about my awesome life isn't a priority," Beca rested her head on Chloe's shoulder.

"You'll always be a priority. I mean, we're best friends," she squeezed her arm. "I know you kept stuff out. I wanna hear it all."

Beca spent the next hour or so filling Chloe in on everything that went down. She wasn't intending on telling her everything but talking made her feel better so she kept going.

"You've been keeping all this to yourself. No wonder you can't focus on your work," Chloe shook her head when once her friend was done talking.

"I don't exactly feel comfortable talking about any of this to anyone," Beca sat up then tilted her head to look at Chloe's shoulder. "Shit, it's all wet," she said noting the wet spot her hair left on Chloe's shirt.

"It's fine," Chloe started to unbutton her shirt then took it off and stayed in a tank.

"Chlo, you hungry? We could order something if you're hungry."

"I could eat something, yeah," Chloe nodded.

"Pizza?"

Chloe nodded and watched Beca hop off of the bed and get out of the room only to come back less than a minute later holding her phone. "It should be here in less than 30 minutes," Beca plugged her phone in the charger.

"So, are you really gonna ask for your old job back?"

"I've been thinking about it," Beca put her phone on the floor then climbed on the bed.

"Never took you for a quitter, Bec," Chloe watched her lay down next to her. "And, who knows when you'll get another opportunity like this."

"That's why I'm still thinking and haven't decided yet," Beca sighed and rested her weight on her elbow and faced her friend. "When am becoming an aunt?" she arched an eyebrow.

"We're gonna start trying as soon as we close in on a house," Chloe beamed.

"And how's that going?"

"We're still looking," Chloe paused, figuring that Beca was changing the subject and didn't want to talk about herself anymore and decided to mess with her. "You know, Stacie is right."

"About what?" Beca frowned.

"About you needing to get laid. You've been stressing over work and Jesse and it will eventually affect your health. You could use some sex to reduce stress."

Beca laid on her back, thinking about how stress had already affected her health since her period was late.

"If you don't wanna hook up with a stranger, I could help," Chloe shrugged. Beca tilted her head and found Chloe looking at her suggestively. "You're weird," she told her then turned on her side, giving Chloe her back. "And very married," she added when Chloe threw her arm around her waist and started to spoon her.

"Oh, Tom would be sad he wasn't part of this," she chuckled then rested her chin on Beca's shoulder. "Don't quit your job. You'll regret it. Promise me you won't rush into it."

"I promise that I won't," Beca said after a beat.

AN: What d'ya think is gonna happen once they meet at the bar? I'm going to wrap it up soon and I'd like to hear your thoughts and guesses. Do you think there's a shot this could have a happy ending?