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It had been decided that nothing else was going to happen tonight and that it was now safer for Kate and the guys to be at their jobs.

Kate thanked them for coming out to help them clean up the mess and she would see them at the precinct in the morning. Kate for now was going to continue to use the Transmat wall to get to and from work for at least the rest of this week.

They still had not found a name for their latest vic and were getting nowhere.

"Kate." Lucile was calling her using the disk behind her ear.

"Yes Lucile?"

"Senator Bracken has left his apartment in DC and is approaching a hotel using his town car service." Lucile explains the interruption.

"I'll bet he has found his apartment no longer to his liking." Kate replies smiling. "Lucile can you cancel all his credit cards?" Kate has an idea to make his day more enjoyable.

With a slightly happier tone to her voice. "Yes I can. …. All of Brackens credit and debit cards are now cancelled." Lucile informs her.

"He'll just go to a bank and withdraw the money he needs." Kate is softly talking to herself.

"I can transfer all his bank accounts to other accounts he does not have access to. Just like I did for the money he had for selling those women." Lucile informs Kate.

"You're amazing Lucile. Do it. … And can you tell me how many of those women have been recovered?" Kate asks interested.

"They have retrieved 31 of the 62 women so far. Each of the 31 has received a sum equal to the amount that they were sold for." Lucile informs her.

Half, only half. What would he do next. He left his apt. and tried a hotel and has been rejected? His ego is taking a beating. Where would you go now?

"Lucile can you have his office closed for the next two days due to re-painting? Have a notification sitting in his fax machine and have it delivered to the lobby guards preventing his return?" Kate wonders if that is where he tries to sleep next.

"Fax sent to both locations." Lucile informs Kate.

He's left his apt., can't get a hotel, can't get back into his office, his house in NY is gone. What would you try next? "Lucile have his private jet down for maintenance with no access to it." Kate adds.

"Processing, …. Notification sent." Lucile informs Kate.

"What's left?" Kate is talking to herself.

"Have his apt. closed due to ant infestation due to complaints from his neighbors?" Lucile suggests.

"So he can't go back even if he chose to. Very nice Lucile. Do it." Kate likes this. Payback is a bitch.

"I know I'm probably going to hate myself for this, but, … Lucile when Bracken finally does stop someplace to sleep or rest can you tip off the paparazzi to his location?" Kate asks.

"Within limits I can yes." Lucile responds.

"Limits?"

"He may decide to impose himself on his secretary or some other person not associated with his actions." Lucile explains.

"Thanks Lucile. Not sure what I'd do without you." Kate explains.

"I promised to help you Kate, and I intend to do just that."

Kate changes the subject. "How is Rick doing?"

"He is presently losing a game of Foosball with Alexis, and complaining that she is cheating." Lucile answers.

"In other words, everything is normal?" Kate says confidently.

Hearing Lucile giggle a little. "Yes Kate, everything seems back to normal."

"Oh, can you order an ice cream cake for me. I owe Alexis." Kate asks a favor.

"Will Lula's Sweet Apothecary in East Village, Alphabet City, 516 E 6th Street be acceptable?" Lucile asks.

"That sounds fine. Do you know what flavors she wants or would like?" Kate asks.

"Yes Kate, I do." Lucile confirms. "Do you want it delivered or do you want to pick it up?"

"Delivery would be great. Thanks Lucile." Now that I have a super A.I. computer I don't know what to do without one. Kate thinks to herself.

They just can't seem to ID their latest vic and they did not get another body drop all day long.

Kate couldn't quite place it but Captain Montgomery had seemed happy all day long. He was even out of his office and interacting with everyone more today than she could ever remember in the past.

Senator Bracken had finally migrated to going to one place he got one of his major donation's from. They were confused but allowed him to spend the one night with them. When Bracken came out the next day...

There was a news van from every local network with 3 or 4 people from each network, plus 20 or more paparazzi.

"Senator, can you tell us what happened to your house in NY?"

"Senator, Do you have cancer? How are your chemo treatments going?" Noticing that he was now bald.

"Senator, why did you spend the night here and not at your apartment you have in town?"

"Are you going to rebuild Senator?"

"Senator, you are aware you have to have a house in the state that you represent?"

Senator Bracken ignored all of them and left in his town car. However, unfortunately for him a number of paparazzi had arrived on motorcycles. So unlike the larger news vans they could follow his car everywhere it went.

His first stop was at his office where he found out his office was closed for repainting. He had gone ballistic on the people at security. They however showed him the fax that was a copy that was sent to his office.

All the paparazzi were outside waiting for him with all of their cameras and questions.

Next they followed him to another hotel where he again attempted to get a room. However this time there were several paparazzi inside with him close enough to hear that all his credit cards had been rejected and he was forced to leave. All the while having his picture taken all along the way, and cursing that he would have the hotel closed.

Next he went to a hardware store and tried buy some ant killer. However at the checkout counter all his credit cards were rejected and he went ballistic on the checkout lady. He was forced to leave by the manager of the store. He left threatening his job and having the entire store closed. All under the watchful eye of the paparazzi and their cameras.

Now that he had nothing to get rid of the ants that were all over his apartment with, he went there anyway. He needed a change of clothes since he was still wearing what he had on yesterday. Arriving he found his apartment was closed off to him. The neighbors had complained of ants getting into theirs. So the owner of the building had his unit closed off so the ant issue could be dealt with.

And the paparazzi were with him all the way. None of them paid any attention to anything he had to say or how much he threatened them.

Senator Bracken's next stop was where his private plane was located. It didn't have any clothes in it but it did have a space he could lay out and sleep in. And the office where it was located had a shower. However upon arrival he found out his plane had been moved for maintenance and his access to it was not an option. He was allowed however to use the shower in the office.

He stayed here long enough to lose some but not all of the paparazzi.

It was here that Keith caught up with him and took him cursing and screaming that he was a Senator and Presidential hopeful and when he was commander and chief he would have him thrown out of the military.

Keith however was not interested in anything he had to say. And when he had resisted, Keith had put him on the ground and put zip ties on his hands. All in front of several paparazzi cameras. And placed him in the back of his car and took him where the paparazzi couldn't follow.

He escorted him straight into Mac's office and shoved him down into a chair.

"Mr. Bracken, how thoughtful of you to join me." Mac started out.

"You will pay dearly for this. I know people." Bracken tries a weak threat.

"Yes Mr. Bracken, it seems you do know people. … Let's see shall we." And Mac picks up a folder and starts reading from it.

"You know a General Reed. Who is presently AWOL and has an arrest warrant out for him. You also seem to know a number of men under his direct command. Several of which are permanent residents at Gitmo.

Still more are dead in a large poppy field that you and General Reed were using to create and distribute Opium and Heroin from.

And there are 62 women, 31 of which have been recovered that you were directly involved in the sale of to overseas buyers. Of which 31 of those have been detained. Just like you.

Oh and let's not forget your weapon smuggling out of the Everett naval base. MY BASE Mr. Bracken." Mac finishes.

"That's Senator Bracken to you, and you have nothing on me. I've done nothing."

"Oh and I almost forgot. I have you for 9 murders and 8 attempted murders. One of which is a Detective Kate Beckett of NYPD. Most recently even." Mac adds.

Hearing Kate's name only makes him grit his teeth and glare at Mac.

"Are you familiar with the name John Brown, Mr. Bracken? Brown was charged with treason against the Commonwealth of Virginia, multiple first-degree murders, and inciting an insurrection among Virginia slaves.

The trial took just over a week, starting on Tuesday, October 25, 1859 and concluding on Wednesday, November 2, 1859

John Brown was convicted of all the charges on November 2, 1859 after the jury deliberated for only 45 minutes. He was executed within a month of conviction."

"I want a lawyer." Bracken tells her.

"Oh you're going to need a lot more than a lawyer Mr. Bracken. You are going to need divine intervention. But since you work for the Devil, I doubt seriously divine intervention is going to be possible."

"KEITH" Mac yells out. After Keith enters. "Escort Mr. Bracken here to his new quarters please." Mac orders.

Keith pulls Bracken up to escort him out when Chicken shit Bracken does something unexpected. He gets up suddenly and tries to strike his head into the underside of Keith's chin. The problem is, Bracken has never done this before so he only gets in a glancing blow.

Keith however has had a great deal more practice. Bracken gets a foot to his left knee cap. Keith gets a nice crunching sound out of this, as well as a scream of pain from Bracken. Then a right hand to his right kidney. Which gets Bracken to double over in still more pain and Bracken has the wind knocked out of him.

Then Keith lifts him up and shoves his face down while at the same time lifting his right knee up. The resulting sound of Bracken's nose being broken and another cry of pain has taken everything out of Bracken, and Keith has no more trouble from him as he escorts him out.

After Keith leaves with Bracken, Mac picks up the phone and makes a call. "Doc, there is someone headed your way with a broken nose and a broken knee cap. I want you to delay working on his injuries for as long as you can." Mac explains.

"That'll be perfect. And take the rest of your staff with you." Mac tells him. "Thanks Doc, I owe you one." And Mac hangs up the phone.

If that slime ever wanted to learn to walk again, he was going to do it with a severe limp. And that's if a cane helped him any.

By morning pictures of Bracken being taken away by the military and taken to JAG Headquarters, along with all the other pictures of his attempts at getting a room at a hotel, Trying to get back into his office, trying to get back into his apartment. And finally being picked up in the office where his private jet was located, were all over the morning papers. As well as the top story on all the morning news casts across the country.

There were also hundreds of pictures of him all over the Internet. Talk radio shows did nothing but talk about Bracken all day long. He was even made fun of on late night talk shows on TV.

Bracken's name was all over the country. Just not how he intended his name to be used.