I have an idea as to how I want this story to end, but I haven't figured out how I'm going to get there yet. I also have a full-time job right now, so I can't write as often as I used too. Bear with me.

Seattle

Potovsky hid in a hotel room on the edge of the city. He waited a long time for his revenge and he was going to do it in style. He was obsessed with his work, at the expense of his personal life. His team was his family, and that wretched woman took them from him. He was ready to return the favor. He had amassed quite an army: DC, TN, Los Angeles, Seattle and he had a group ready to hide him once he got to Vancouver.

All he had to do was wait. His time would come soon.

DC

Griffin finally got access into the flight company's computer system. He started copying it onto a hard drive. He wanted to do the search on his computer in case he got caught. He didn't want the company to know what file he wanted- so he took them all. Normally, this would take ages, but Griffin had 5 different computers for the job, each of them with a lot of ram and the fastest of processors. Piece by piece, he grabbed everything. He started looking for any and all signs of Potovsky's crew: flight patterns, money transfers, hotel reservations, food orders.

Three hours later.

A pattern emerged on Griffin's screen. About two days before Potovsky escaped, the company purchased a massive amount cigarettes, vodka, and high end pastries, all known favorites of Potovsky. They definitely flew him into the states. Griffin found their international flights from that week. Allegedly, they had delivered school books to Russian children. Griffin started looking for everything on the flight he could get. The officials who cleared the trip. The pilot, where they got the gas, who was working at the strip when they took off and when they came back. Griffin made a matrix of everyone. Hopefully, he could figure out who knows whom and tie someone to Potovsky.

Los Angeles

The Apartment

Jack was trying to figure out a plan of attack. Brenda was hiding, somewhere. Her former team was presumably told to hid as well; who knows if they listened. Potovsky's too much of a coward to be in LA. He likes to strike from a distance. Serves him right he got taken down because of his own bomb. He finally couldn't escape the havoc he reeked on the world. He's probably not too far away; Oregon, Nevada, somewhere he could get to LA in a day or too. He's probably lying in wait in either a basement or a condo; somewhere, the public won't see him.

He needed to bleed out Potovsky first, give him a reason to show his ugly face.

The FBI office

The fingerprints came back belonging to an unknown criminal, who was tied to two other armed crimes. Previously, he hit a 7-11 and did a carjacking. Fritz got the sketch they had of his face. He sent it back to Major Crimes, not very much. Fritz went back the file Jack gave him. He couldn't find anything concrete on the charter company. They made a lot of money, flying goods for rich people. They had their regular inspections, and nothing came up. Their taxes were all in order. They had no complaints or even minor offenses. This was a little suspicious, actually very much so. The very best companies screw up sometimes, but if you're running a racket, you might sacrifice some profit to make sure no one ever has a reason to give you a second look. Fritz needed more than a gut feeling. Let's try the other two.

The hotel mogul was shady. He had been implicated in various scandals, high end call girls, drugs, importing Cuban cigars, but somehow, charges never came his way. As the dominoes fell around everyone else, he could just walk away. He must have had top notch counsel, and maybe a little bit more.

Fritz tried the third guy. Oh it was a she. Opal Thompson, 32, has worked for the state department for 3 years. She worked her way up rather quickly in that time. Before the State Department, she was a lawyer for a white collar firm. He didn't immediately see a connection between the three, but maybe that was the point. It was time to look further: schools, families, friends, events. He started a public search: looking for any family or friend connections, as well as any photographs on the internet, previous flights/vacations, credit card charges to put them in the same restaurant or theater. He was going to figure out how these people were connected.

Eventually, he noticed something. The hotel guy and the airplane guy were in the same fraternity and both helped sponsor a leadership event in Houston Texas, two years ago. Fritz needed to get financial records since this event, but this was not nearly enough for a warrant, and where did Opal fit in?

Nevada

Marshall was working on the uniform. He looked the most like a pilot, tall, clean-cut, thin, great vision. He also had a great smile and could be a bit of a womanizer, which was funny because he was actually gay, but he could assume any part. He had learned a lot under Brenda's wing.

Caitlin was analyzing the satellite photographs taken near the private airport where the company flew. She was looking for anything that would give her insight as to their operations. Damien found the CEO of the company, Charles Swinn. He was having lunch in a high end country club. Damien drew up fake credentials, making himself out to be an exec with Jay-Z's label. He walked right past the CEO, using a nifty device that managed to copy all of his phone data with the press of one button. He uploaded the data to Griffin, so he could analyze it.

Major Crimes

Tao would have ripped out his hair if he had any. "The fingerprint was totally useless."

"Maybe not," said Gabriel. "Don't you find it odd that a fingerprint record was sealed for a guy that only committed two crimes, neither of which was particularly notorious."

"So."

"So, there's more to the story than this. I wouldn't be surprised if the FBI record was incomplete."

"How do we get a complete picture?" Flynn asked.

"We need someone with higher clearance," said Provenza. He remembered Brenda's friend Elaine from the Malik case. Maybe she could figure out this whole mess. Provenza needed to figure out how to get a hold of her. Luckily, he kept records of everything. He started going through his files from 2006, and he found her contact info.

DC

The contact info Damien got was super helpful. Most of it was ordinary, but there were two numbers that bounced around until they finally got to an office line in New York and another line in Washington, DC. Griffin figured out who owned these phones, and he found a hotel playboy and a bureaucrat.

Interesting, why would a government official, a hotel chain owner and a private flight owner all be in cahoots with each other. Griffin started doing his normal analysis. He had a mega matrix on everything. Every secret database, every public one, Griffin spent years building a giant system of the world, including data on people, information on climates, resources, models of different scenarios, indicators that an event was either an accident or not, information on poisons, everything a crime solver could possibly want.

Luckily, Griffin takes his job seriously, and only uses his power for good. He catches criminals, helps provide resources to those in need and has been known to be very helpful in rescue missions. Sometimes he wondered about the moral implications of having access to everyone's secrets, especially when most people didn't know of his existence. He settled on the idea, however, that someone was going to get this job in the "war on terror" world, whether it was justified or not, and if it had to be someone, he may as well take the job and do the best he could to make the world a little brighter.

Griffin found something. The bureaucrat had legally changed her name. She used to be Susie Winston, daughter of Kyle Winston, a disgraced investment banker who killed himself in jail during a 10 year sentence for insider trading and other financial crimes. It had been a big case at the time. Many of Kyle's friends were implicated in the scandal, but two escaped without any attention. One owned a hotel chain and the other a private flight company.