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It was the anticipated German invasion at Residual Heat and there was an excited air in the building. It was what most employees were talking about and Beca could not help but be excited as well. She had spent the past couple days listening to DSM every now and then so it was safe to say she was a fan.

Her boss swept into the room again saying the same things he has been saying the past few days but in different words. As he bustled away, Beca followed after him quickly. It was now or never.

"Hey boss, I know you're super busy." Beca started as he turned and eyed her like he was already bored. "I was wondering if you had a chance to listen to my mixes yet. If not, that's totally cool." She rambled a little.

"Oh right, Reggie, the mixes." He clicked his fingers as he remembered. "I'm going to be honest, I was expecting originally produced songs. Those were nice enough mixes but not what I'm looking for. I got to get the meeting room ready and you need to get me a coffee." He nodded his head like the conversation ended mutually and walked away.

Beca stood there for a minute gathering her thoughts. Most of them were screaming at her not to freak out. Don't let it get to you. It's not the end of it. He just didn't like your stuff. Beca took a breath. Then another when that didn't help. It's totally awesome. He doesn't like what I can do. What my whole future depends on.

Beca could feel the freak out feeling start to build in her and she did not want to show it in public. She strode quickly towards the back entrance employees usually used for smoke breaks. Beca burst through the doors and was relieved to see no one out there. A bench and trashcan stood against the building on one side of the door. On the other side was an additional storage area that held the back up generator. Beca moved to the bench but did not sit. She stared at the seat for a moment before she let out a frustrated groan that turned into a deep, low yell.

"It's cool, Beca, it's fine. Your boss doesn't like your stuff, totally okay, you can just do something else. Deejays get paid okay. I can go back to the radio station." Beca ran a hand through her hair as she talked to herself. She sure did look crazy. "I'll just sort cds and records until I suddenly become a world famous producer." By the end of her sentence she let out another groan. "That sounds so stupid." She huffed and finally sat. "I might as well try to be a professional acapella singer."

She scoffed dryly and leaned her head against the wall and shut her eyes. She just needed to calm down. He did not say she was no good just that her mixes was not something he was looking for. The music industry changed sounds constantly. Her sound would fit in eventually. That is what Beca liked to think in this moment and it was somewhat helping her. She let her mind drift to the last song she heard this morning and began to hum it.

"You gotta move it slowly,
Taking in my body like it's holy,
I've been waiting for you for the whole week,
I've been praying for you
You're my Sunday candy"

She repeated the chorus a couple of times and it relaxed her instantly. That is until an accented voice spoke above her.

"You should really make sure you are alone before you talk to yourself. One might think you are crazy." Beca's eyes snapped open, adjusted to the brightness, and focused on the tall blonde standing near her.

Beca took in the sight slowly from the top of a blonde head to the bottom of black boots. The woman was dressed in all black pants, shirt, and vest with her hair pulled back in a tight bun. Her make up was striking but not too heavy. Beca fixated on red painted lips that wrapped around a cigarette before releasing it to blow smoke out. Either her mind had shut down from embarrassment or the woman really did move in slow motion. One side of those lips perked up in a lazy smirk which woke Beca from her stupor.

"Uh- I'm sorry. I-I thought I was alone. I'm not- uh I'm not crazy." Beca stammered as she stood up and realized the woman was still much taller than her. What else was she suppose to say to someone that caught her talking to herself and singing. Beca really wanted to face palm herself right now.

"I suppose everyone must vent now and then. I did not mean to witness yours though." The woman easily replied as she moved to put her cigarette out on top of the trashcan. It was then that Beca connected the dots to this foreign accented woman and the group that was coming in today.

"You're German." Beca replied feeling dumb as soon as she said it. Nice conversation skills, Beca, maybe you should tell her she's a woman too.

The blonde seemed taken aback by the random but truthful response. "Yes, I am and you are an American. Perhaps you would like to point out that I am tall as well, little one." The woman easily replied with a blank face but her blue eyes shone with quiet laughter. Beca did find it odd that she noticed it. Since when do I describe eyes with laughter?

"I'm not that little." She replied lamely. "And I meant you're in the German group, Das Sound Machine." Beca paused to look at her even more closely. "Wait, aren't you the female lead?"

"Ja, ich bin. Wer sind Sie?" Beca was thrown for a moment by the switch to German so it took her a moment to pull the cobwebs off her high school education memories.

"Ich bin Beca. Angenehm." Beca held out her hand to the woman with a practiced and professional smile. "Und Sie?"

It was the blonde's turn to be caught off guard but she recovered rather quickly. She shook Beca's hand quickly and offered her own polite smile. "Sie sprechen Deutsch, Beca." It sounded like a statement and a question, to which Beca quickly waved off.

"Ein bisschen. I only took one class in high school so I only know a few words." Beca said shyly. She did not mean to speak German, it just came out when she heard the blonde speak in her native tongue. Beca really hoped she did not sound like an idiot. "Uh- your name?"

The blonde seemed to hesitate for a moment and Beca wondered why. Before the woman could say anything the back door opened again. A tall dark haired man came out and instantly locked eyes with the blonde, only giving Beca a curious glance. "Wir sind erwarten für Du."

He was dressed in a black long sleeve shirt and pants and looked every bit intimidating. The woman gave a nod and looked back to Beca. "Perhaps I will see you around, little one." She gave a knowing smirk and walked inside, followed by the man.

Beca stood rooted to the ground, waiting for her mind to catch up. I just met the lead from DSM. Damn she's tall. Wait, I spoke German to her. She did face palm herself then. Way to not look over eager Beca. I hope my boss doesn't find out I-oh shit, his coffee.

She whipped around and practically ran to the break room where the coffee machines were. It was more like a small kitchen with a table to sit at. She frantically made his usual and hurried over to the meeting room. She hesitated at the door for a moment to collect herself before knocking lightly. A gruff 'come in' was heard and she entered the room slowly.

Her eyes immediately recognized the blonde and dark haired man decked out in all black. They sat on one side of the conference table along with another man in a blue suit. Beca's boss was on the other side eyeing her as she slowly moved across the room to him. She delicately placed the coffee to his side and waited. She was not sure for what but she really did not want to leave the room. Her eyes locked with the blonde's blue and she could not look away. The blonde did not seem to mind either. It's actually her. The leader of DSM from the videos. They don't do her appearance justice.

"Anything else?" Her boss voiced loudly, cutting Beca from her thoughts.

"Uh- did you want anything to drink? Coffee or water?" Beca tried to sound professional but she knew her voice shook from nerves. She did manage to look at the other two men when she asked and not just the blonde.

It was the blonde that smirked and answered first. "Ich möchte ein Wasser mit Zitronen bitte."

The other two men looked at her curiously. The man in all black spoke to her first. "Warum du sprichst Deutsch zu die Mädel?"

The blonde gave the man a look who in turn eyed Beca curiously. Beca tried to recall as much German as she could but was struggling. She felt like the blonde was playing with her. She knows I don't understand all that. All I got was water and please. "Uh- so a water. For you?" She said it almost like a question before she asked the other two.

They responded in English that water would be fine. So Beca nodded and strode out of the room not bothering to excuse herself with her boss. Why was she speaking German to me? I look like a fool in there in front of those guys. Beca huffed as she prepared the glasses of water. She didn't know what else the blonde wanted but figured this was as good as she was going to get from Beca.

Making her way back to the meeting room seemed like a much longer and perilous trip. Beca was thinking of all the things she could do to embarrass herself again. Just get in and get out. With a deep breathe she entered the room; her nerves making her forget to knock to announce herself.

"-for the first year to round out their tour." The man in the suit spoke to her boss. He watched Beca place the water down, gave her a nod of thanks and continued. "Though, DSM does have some concerns that your label has no experience putting out an acapella album."

"I'm quite confident that we can make something both parties can be proud of." Her boss said.

Beca finished distributing the waters, noticing how the blonde smirked at hers, and quietly moved to leave the room.

"Do you have a producer with experience in acapella?" Beca heard the blonde's accented voice ask. Though the urge to speak up and claim she could help appeared her shyness won out and she left the room. She could barely hear her boss' answer to that. You could of raised your hand in there Beca. Wait no my boss would of surely had my job. I can't step out of line twice in a couple days. Besides DSM has a different style than the Bellas. I know the Bellas sound, I created it. DSM is in a different league. They're making an album. The Bellas are studying for midterms.

With the resolution to just listen and watch DSM, Beca made her way to her desk. It was close to lunch time so she made her rounds of getting orders. Thankfully most employees ordered from places nearby so Beca did not have far to go. She was on her way out when she caught a glimpse of the two DSM members and her boss. They were strolling through the main lobby area obviously being given the tour courtesy of her boss. So they did sign.

Despite the embarrassing first meeting with the lead Beca was anxious to hear what they were going to record. She just hoped it was in English…and a mix…maybe even with a rap song. She has not heard a rap song in their sets yet so maybe that was not something they were comfortable with. She was mentally mixing songs and humming along as she went to get the large orders of food.

On her return she noticed that there was no all black dressed people around and Beca deflated a little. She was not sure why. The blonde seemed to want to embarrass her. As people scrambled for food Beca returned to her desk and opened her laptop. She immediately went to DSM'S website. It had to have a bio for the members, the Bellas' did. There was not much on the English page as she figured but she went to the German page to scan the words. She did not understand mostly all of it but noticed a list of names. That had to be the members. The first on top, next to what Beca assumed was German for female lead singer, was one word: Kommissar.

Beca read the word again. What does Kommissar mean? That can't be her name. She was tempted to pull up Google translate but hesitant to do that at work. Some people were nosy as hell there. With her food and coffee duties out of the way for now Beca started laying ideas down for a Bellas set. She started with a bass beat from her go to song and began layering in other melodies from songs. She hummed along to the music and mentally sorted who would sing the vocals at certain points, making sure to add those notes in her music program. Beca, as usual, was lost to the world as she mixed but was brought back when a glass of water was placed by her side on the table.

She looked at it curiously and then to the person that brought it. She stopped breathing for a second as the blonde from DSM leaned against the table casually. Beca noticed slowly that she was speaking so she hit pause on the music and dropped her headphones to her neck. "I'm sorry. What?"

She smirked again. "Nothing, little one." Beca knew that was a lie. She nodded her head to the water glass. "Zitrone." Beca looked at the water and saw wedges of lemon in it.

She looked at the blonde, confused. "Lemon?" She got a small nod in response. Beca had to put some effort into why that was important. It took her a while to regain focus from her mixing to anything else. It finally snapped and she raised her eyebrows to the blonde. "Seriously? You asked for lemon in your water earlier?"

The blonde smiled. "Ja."

Beca was not sure if she should laugh or groan. Was this lady messing with her? Was it a cultural thing? "I told you I don't know that much German." Beca almost pouted. Almost. "And you still didn't tell me your name. It can't be Kommissar, whatever that means, it's not a name. Unless it's like a German Cher or Madonna thing."

"So you have done some research I see." 'Did she ever stop smirking?' Beca thought petulanty as she felt she was being teased. She did not like the feeling at all.

Beca decided not to give in to this woman and whatever she was playing at. She turned back to her laptop and mindlessly fiddled with settings. "DSM are clients of the label." She stated professionally and a bit defensively.

"Yet you looked up my name specifically. You are a rather curious little one."

"My name is Beca and I'm not that little." She responded coldly. She really had to get over the slights to her height but she could not. "And it's rude to not introduce yourself to someone."

Beca actually heard a low chuckle then. "You got me there so if it will ease your mind I will introduce myself." She slid a little closer to Beca and offered her hand like Beca did hours before. "You may call me Kommissar."

Beca was mid shake when she let go in a huff. "That's not your name though. That's a- that's-well, I don't know but it's not a name."

"You are right. It is my title in DSM." She shrugged and turned to Beca's laptop screen quickly. "What are you working on, little one?"

She had a hold of it before Beca could shut it. She felt extremely uncomfortable with strangers and her stuff, especially her unfinished music. "It's nothing. Just something I'm making for my friends." Beca tried to peel the blonde away from her screen.

"I would like to hear it." Beca stopped her efforts and eyed the blonde.

"It's not done. I was just messing around."

The blonde held her gaze, eyes soft and curious. "I would still like to hear it." Beca slowly let go and reached for her headphones. What am I doing? Tell her no. Just take the laptop and run. Don't let her listen, it's still rough. She's going to judge it by the high standards of DSM. They're in a different league. Stop! But Beca continued to offer her headphones to the blonde. There was a small smile on the blonde's face as she adjusted them to her head. She waited patiently for Beca to start the music and Beca's fingers move to do just that but stopped short. Without thinking she moved the closest cup from Kommissars ear so she could hear her.

"This is really rough. I'm still planning where the voices will come in and how the songs will continue to mix. And just ignore this track down here." Beca said nervously. She moved the mouse to mute that specific track that recorded her humming. It was usually later on in the process when she let even the Bellas listen.

The blonde smiled softly. "Es geht, Beca."

Her voice was soft and it threw Beca for a second. She said my name. She simply nodded and started the song from the beginning, held her breath, and hit play. There was a faint beat coming from the headphones and she wondered if it was too loud for her. The blonde's eyes glazed over as she listened much in the same way Beca's did. She slowly moved the mouse to turn down the volume but was stopped by a hand on hers.

Beca was not a touchy type person but she froze her movement instead of pulling away. Being around Chloe so much has side effects. Beca thought quickly as she took in the sight of the blonde kneeling next to her, eyes unfocused, and head bobbing slightly. Her skin looks so soft…wait, what the hell? Beca faced the screen and sat stiff as a board.

The minute and half she outlined seemed to drag on longer as Beca waited for it to end. When it did, Kommissar took a moment then removed the headphones. "Not bad, little one, though I may have a suggestion or two." Beca could not help but get defensive at that. She always was with her music.

"I told you its a rough outline." She huffed and moved her laptop from the blonde's grip.

"I did not mean to offend, however if you would not like to hear my thoughts, that is fine." Kommissar shrugged again and went back to leaning against the table. Beca eyed her long figure from the corner of her eye.

What does she know about my style? I don't need to fix anything. It's not even done. She remained focused on her computer screen like she forgot the blonde was still there. Though that was not true at all. Beca could feel the gaze on her and it felt like a bright heating lamp. It made her uncomfortable to the point that she snapped back to Kommissar. "What?"

An eyebrow raised in response. "It is a really good start to a song. I would like to hear it when it is done." Kommissar shoved away from the table and muttered before leaving Beca's side. "If your ego can handle it, of course." One final smug smirk and she walked away.

Beca clenched her jaw in frustration before returning to her mixing. That German woman is really trying to get on my nerves. I'm not imagining this now. Beca tried to calm herself but when she replaced her headphones her temper did not fade. Damn bigheaded woman! Doesn't even have the decency to give them back right! She adjusted the cups to perfectly rest on her appropriately sized head.

As the day winded away and Beca went through the motions, she could not help but think of the Kommissar. Of course she was protective of her mixing but she felt intrigued to know just what the Kommissar would suggest. Beca wondered if the blonde did the mixing for DSM or someone else. Beca wondered if she would interact with the woman some more. She disregarded that quickly, the woman clearly just wanted to get on her nerves. Beca would avoid her…but listen in on what they record. The woman did not have to know Beca was a fan of DSM.