Two days later I watch as Nick and Sonny interview Brody about that night. Sonny and Nick don't go easy on him, and he gives it up to us that he wasn't protective Brubeck's secret but his own. Turns out, Brody is gay. Olivia and Barba get their hands on flash drives full of recordings of girls audtioning for his movies. They are grotesque and disturbing to watch, focusing more on the girl's parts then their faces but we get through them all. The four of us look into every person on the tapes, every movie, every script to try and find something to use against this guy. "Look, Dennis gave us two more flash drives, we've gone through hours of this stuff." Nick pauses the video and tells Barba.
He asks back "is there anyone underage in these videos who's within the statute of limitations?"
I answer back "he's more clever than that. In the last nine years, all of Brubeck's movies have been shot in Pennsylvania, Washington or Montana." I say, learning a few things from Sonny.
"All states with an age of consent of 16, and a mistake of age defense." Carisi adds on to my explanation.
Barba stands up "meaning, the guy can have sex with a 14-year-old, and claim he thought that she was 16. He's too smart."
Amanda returns his statement with "he's been gaming the system ever since Amber died."
It's silent for a moment when Nick breaks in "all right, so that's it. We just give up?"
Olivia argues "oh, we're not giving up. This guy killed Amber Forbes. He has ruined countless lives. There has got to be a way to stop him."
"And yet, Brubeck's threading the loophole of legalities state by state." Barba tells her. "He keeps very good records, very thorough. He's got their D.O.B. On every audition video. Pennsylvania... Pennsylvania... Montana..." He flips through videos. He pauses at one in-particular and holds it up "what is this? "Winnipeg nights"? Who saw this tape?" He asks.
"I did." Amanda steps up "but it's not like an audition. It's more like foreplay."
"Was it shot in Canada?" He asks.
Carisi answers "the audition was, but the movie was never made."
Barba looks at Olivia, who catches on to whatever it is he's thinking of and hold on," she stands up "did he audition anybody else?"
"No, no, that's just the one girl, Maude Peterson." Amanda looks over at the disc "but she was 16."
"Okay, I need you two to get on a plane to Winnipeg." She directs them.
"Now? Right now." Nick asks a bit confused.
I look to her as well, just as confused. "I need you to talk to Maude, find out how she got this audition, if there was ever a script at all, and... How far he got with her." She tells us.
"How does that matter?" Carisi asks. "The age of consent in Canada is 16."
Barba answers "if the film was never made, and if he got lucky up there, we just got lucky too."
Amanda and Nick leave the room and Olivia turns to Barba "we need to subpoena the records for everything involved with that movie."
"I'm on it." He says turning to his phone.
3 days later Sonny and I watch as Olivia and and Barba take down Brubeck. "There was no movie. There was never any intention to make a movie. Your client traveled to Canada with the primary purpose of having sex with someone under the age of 18. A federal crime."
"He's good." I comment from behind the glass "I don't know how lawyers can remember all those laws." I shake my head turning away "you're screwed Carisi." I smirk at him.
"It isn't so bad." He says from behind me "it's actually pretty interesting stuff how all the laws came to be what they are." He explains.
I shake my head "I'll take your word for it and stick to enforcing the law."
The story breaks the news and a few days later Tensley is on Hoda giving an exclusive interview. "Carisi, Grey, in my office." Olivia calls out to us from the doorway. We look at each other with unknowing looks and go into her room. "Close the door." She directs and we do. "You two are signed up for a training in Quantico, you leave tonight." She tells us.
"What trianing?" Sonny asks.
I think about what day it is and knowingly nod "The FBI is doing a training on behavior of serial killers. It's 4 days long." I tell him.
Olivia nods "Right, and you two are on the next flight out of JFK so I suggest you go home and pack." Her phone rings and she excuses us out of her office so she can take it.
The two of us head back into the pen, Sonny asks "you been to this training before?"
I shake my head "No, but my father used to be a part of the team that teaches it. It's a big thing every year."
"Your father was a part of the FBI?" He questions.
I nod my head "He was recruited into the BAU right after they started the unit."
Olivia rushes out of her office "I'm sorry, can you turn that off, please?" Her face is pale and she looks confused. "Amaro, I need you to hold down the fort for a second." She starts to walk off.
"Is everything all right?" Nick asks.
She responds instantly, barely looking back "I don't know. Noah's in the E.R."
The rest of us look at each other with worry. Noah is Olivia's entirely world, she must be going through the ringer trying to get to the hospital to see him and figure out what's wrong. "Should we go?" I ask out loud, worried about Noah.
Sonny shakes his head "No, we have a plane to catch. Amanda and Nick will deal with everything here."
"We can do the training next year Sonny, we should be here for our Lieutenant." I try to convince him we'd be better off here then there.
He doesn't go for it "the bureau would not be happy with that waste of money. Come on, they got it covered." He nods his head towards the doors.
"It's fine Maddison, go ahead. I'll keep you updated." Amanda tells me.
"Fine. Keep us posted." I say to her, letting her know I will hold her to her word. Sonny and I leave the precinct and take one car. We go to my apartment first, being closer to the station and Sonny waits the 20 minutes it takes for me to pack. We drive to his next, and I wait in the bad air conditioner of the car as he takes 40-50 minutes to get his things and get back. "Sheesh, bring enough clothes?" I ask sarcastically as he hangs his things in the back seat.
"You have to pack suits just right or they'll crease." He returns as he hops back into the drivers side. "Let's go." He puts the car in drive and heads towards JFK. We get through security within an hour and get on the flight with a few minutes to spare "so tell me why you'd give up flying on private planes with the bureau for coach seats for the NYPD?" He asks me making small talk.
"I always wanted to follow in my dads footsteps and join the FBI, but after what happened to my mother, I just couldn't imagine putting my family in that kind of danger." I tell him truthfully.
"Your family?" He asks.
"Well, the family I want to have one day." I correct myself. He nods, pushes his lips together as if he wants to ask something. I know what it is, and answer it for him "there was a serial killer who came after my mother and I when I was 15. She was killed."
"Oh wow, I'm so sorry Maddison." He says lowly.
I tap him on the arm "it's fine, really. It was a long time ago." I grin "and I also hate flying!" I say through my teeth as the plane picks up speed to take off.
He kind of chuckles as it happens "you're afraid of flying? You're more likely to get struck by lightning then go down in a plane."
"Not helping Sonny." I grit through my teeth again, gripping onto the sides of the seat.
"I can tell." He replies, looking down. I look down when he does and see my hand gripping over his.
"Sorry." I mutter back, still unable to release my hand though as the planes wheels get off the ground and it flies into the air, a bit wobbly. When the plane is finally steady in the sky I release my hand and put it in my lap "sorry" I mutter again, breathing more calmly.
"it's all good." He replies back.
He looks at me with a sideways grin and I can't place what he's thinking "what?" I push, wanting to know.
"Nothing, it's just funny that you're afraid of flying." He tells me.
"Shut up." I roll my eyes largely and open the book I brought to read.
We land in Virginia and exit the plane, only having the bags we brought on the plane as carry on's. As we hit the escalator I spot the white sign with my last name on it. I roll my eyes knowing my father set this up. My eyes roll even more when I see he is the one holding the sign, a big smile on his face. "MaddyCaddy!" He beams once my feet hit the hard floor.
I lower my face to hide the blushing of the nickname and go over to give him a hug "Hi dad." I mutter as we embrace for a hug. "What are you doing here?" I ask once we release our embrace.
"I couldn't let anyone else pick up my little corn muffin the first time she sets back home after becoming a big bad New York City detective." He tries and hides his disappointment when he says the last part. "Leaving behind the bureau for that job." He gets in his zinger before I get a chance to respond.
"It's good to see you too dad." I ignore the comments. "This is my partner, Detective Carisi." I introduce the two of them.
"Dominick Carisi Jr. sir, call my Sonny." He reaches his hand out to shake it.
"Donald Grey, it's nice to meet you." There hand shake is short but firm "hope you're taking care of my little peanut up there in the city." He assures him.
"Dad." I roll my eyes "can you take us to our hotel please, the training starts promptly at 7."
"Nonsense, you're staying at home." He wraps his arm around me to pull me away.
Sonny steps next to me, quickly to scoop my bag from my hand "here let me."
"Dad, we are not staying at home. We have 2 rooms reserved by the department, really, it's fine." I try to convince him to let us go to our hotel, even though I know he won't budge on his decision.
"The department doesn't need to pay for it. Now, stop arguing and let's get some food." I look to Sonny over my shoulder for some back up but he just shrugs his shoulders back. We get to the car and drive to my fathers favorite Italian restaurant for dinner.
