The End Game

Their plan was in motion

Jack made a phone call to Griffin on an open channel saying that Brenda and her team were meeting up in Oregon and were going to head up to Seattle as a group.

As expected, Potovsky got word of this conversation and prepared his men. His hands were too damaged to make bombs like he used to, so he had to rely on a younger lad to do the work for him.

Both sides expected to win. Potovsky would come for their bait, send his men to perform the ambush and they would arrest him at the scene. Potovsky planned on blowing this whole block to smithereens, take no prisoners.

Jack was getting ready to drive to Portland. "Do you think this will be too easy?" He asked Caitlin.

"What do you mean?"

They have been looking for you and Brenda with no luck for days and days and all of the sudden, we slip up and give away your arrival. "It's a little hokey."

"I see what you mean. What can we do about it now?"

Potovsky was ready for this. He knew this was a sting, but he had a big bomb ready. He would be blowing this whole block to hell and every agent who came for him would become pixie dust. His men hid the bomb out of sight. He hied a decoy to come as him. What this decoy didn't know was that he was expendable. When the agents came to make the arrest, boom! He knew Brenda would be in attendance. She never missed an appearance.

Either he would take her out, or she would get to see first hand what it was like to lose a team. Heads or tails, he won.

Idaho

Fritz got a phone call.

"Are you sure about this?"

"We need Brenda to appear. It won't work without her."

Brenda looked up. She couldn't hear what was being said, but she knew when her husband was nervous. She pretended to be asleep as the conversation continued. Finally, he put down the phone.

"Is everything alright?" She said as she ran her fingers through his hair.

"I don't know if this is a good idea, but they want us, well they want you, to drive down to Portland tomorrow."

"What's happening?"

"They want Potovsky to come out of hiding. If he hears you're on the way, then he'll come out and they can grab him."

"You don't like this plan," Brenda could see it in his eyes.

"I don't want you to be the bait for a sociopath."

"I'm not looking forward to this myself, but we can't hide forever. We have to end this, somehow."

Fritz looked at his wife. He knew she was right.

They spent a quiet day together before they packed their bags and drove towards Oregon.

The next day

Fritz and Brenda met Jack where they said they would.

Brenda's former team arrived in Portland. They were sitting in the back corner of the coffee shop. They had arial photos of the place where they had said they would meet Potovsky

"This is a pretty wide open space," Taylor started. "They could appear anywhere."

"Coverage would be pretty hard," Marshall added.

"Good thing we're not going there," Jack added as he sat down. A blonde woman had come in behind him.

Her team was stunned. "You're back."

"I am," she said with a weak laugh. "Now, let's get this done."

The Park

It was close to the meeting time. Potovsky was waiting in his high rise hotel room, waiting for his chance to push the button.

Brenda's team drove right past the meeting point and went around to the other side of the park and stopped. Brenda wasn't with them. As they had planned it, she waked down the street, right in Potovsky's field of view, and she quickly went inside to the nearby bodega.

The object of his fury was finally in sight. He got himself ready.

Brenda's team started to walk towards the meeting point. They called Brenda.

"Are you on your way?"

"I'm right behind you," she said as she walked out of the store.

As soon as Potovsky saw them, he hit the button.

BOOOM! Glass shattered out of the room filling the street below it with little shards.

The hotel room was blasted to hell. His detonator was the bomb. Jack's plan was a success. Now his right side was disfigured to match his left. As he lay dying, he had one thought about Brenda. "See you in hell," he seethed as he bled out.

Brenda turned around to see the hole that the hotel room used to be. In the fiery destruction, Brenda saw twenty years of anxiety get destroyed, twenty years of looking over her shoulder, twenty years of silent unrest.

The bomb squad made its appearance and Brenda got herself back to LA as quickly as possible.

Potovsky's men were hunted one by one. Some of them were easy to find. Others took a bit longer. They all tried to get out of dodge when they realized their source of revenue was gone and the jig was up.

Brenda and Fritz made it home and got their cat. It was the three of them again, but the ending was not much like the beginning at all. Fritz realized that there was a lot about his wife he still didn't know, and Brenda realized how close she had come to losing it all. She had dodged a lot of bullets in her day, and apparently, could still dodge them.

Joel went down for a nap.

Major Crimes

Everyone could finally relax again when word got out that Potovsky was dead, the Chief was on her way home and this whole debacle was finally done. It was up to the FBI and ICE to track down the remaining outlaws.

As Provenza packed away the case file box, he thought about how crazy this whole story was. "Maybe she'll tell us someday what the heck this was all about." Provenza went home and turned off the office light.

CIA

Jack disappeared as soon as the bomb went off. He was, after all, a fugitive himself. Brenda was safe and sound. His job was done.

Caitlin and her crew got ready to go home. Their regular lives were waiting for them in D.C.

"It was good to see the Boss again," Taylor remarked as she and Caitlin checked their bags.

"I know. She looks good. To think, she tried to escape the craziness of the agency."

Elaine and Andrew were at Founding Farmers, drinking Manhattans.

"I could really use a cigarette," Elaine muttered.

The Apartment.

Fritz and Brenda lay side by side, overwhelmed with emotions but unable to speak. Brenda rolled onto her side and put her head on her husband's chest.

"I've missed you, so much. You have no idea."

"I think I do."

He turned out the lights, and her lips found his.

The End.