A/N: Phew, last chapter was looooong…

We take a break from the trial with more shenanigans, but we'll get back to it shortly. Plus, we find out what Jesse's doing at the tower.

Skipped yesterda's update because I got busy with work, but I do hope you're still enjoying the fic so far!

I don't own pitch perfect.


"You have got to be kidding me," Beca said in disbelief. She had come back home to her apartment late, much to Luke's surprised. He didn't think he'd have to wait for her for over three hours, not to mention that Beca would keep sending him to voicemail. Apparently, she went out to have drinks with Chloe, that's all the explanation that Beca gave him.

Beca switched to some impressively expensive sneakers, as Luke suggested, and left her green plaid blazer at her apartment before they headed down to the temple. They had some heavy lifting to do, after all. Amy had been away most nights, staying at the hospital where her friend was as she was his only "family" within town. Beca pulled some strings – aka bribed the hospital a ludicrous amount – to make sure that she could stay overnight with one of Babel's latest victims, afraid they might do something to them when no one was looking.

Which meant that Luke wasted no time in making preparations. They had a golden opportunity to check the security of the vault.

Despite working for Wan Shi Tong during the time the bunker was built, Luke knew very little of the plans behind it – the designs of the safe and any safety measures. He only knew where it would be placed and some rudimentary details as Wan Shi Tong was a very secretive man. He had made notes about where the plans were kept hidden, in case he ever needed it, but that was pretty much it. Luke managed to recover bits of the info on how the bunker was built but the rest of the paper work was lost in fires and other incidents. No one can tell them much about anything either because most of the architects, engineers, computer experts, and any other individual involved in building and designing the bunker has long since been killed by Wan Shi Tong's men. Luke's surprised he wasn't involved in the long lists of targets, but he figured it was because he still needed him at that time. As for Beca, well, while Wan Shi Tong promised Beca the gold after his death as her payment, he didn't leave behind any clues as to how to access it. She had an access code, sure, but he definitely left out a lot of other important details. Perhaps it was because he believed in the end that he would outlive her, and even if he didn't, Beca didn't know all the necessary details to receive her payment.

Which made their current predicament all the more complicated.

Hence Beca's exclamation of disbelief.

The two of them had used crowbars to lift the cement slab after they displaced the tatami mats that covered it. The vault was locked with a biosensor, an iris scan to be exact. To this, Luke had a solution. Wan Shi Tong used the same type of locks in his legal business enterprise and for most of his smaller personal safes. "I can get back up data from his offices and copy it to a device that can project it on the sensor."

"Will it work?" Beca asked with a groan.

"I've seen it work before," Luke answered truthfully. "But that's not the biggest problem that we have."

"There's more?" Beca grumbled.

"There are sensors all around the foundations of the building. They react to vibrational frequencies ad trigger explosives embedded in the walls of the basement, which means drilling's out of the option. If we trigger it, the building was designed to collapse on itself, completely blocking access to the bunker."

Beca sat down on the floor upon hearing this news, her fingers rubbing the sides of her temples. "Which means we can't let Babel lay a finger on this place."

"Yup. And on that end, I've found a potential new tower for our much beloved residents, if they sign the agreement with you, then we can speed up the process of emptying this building. I've already booked a flight to Shanghai for the iris scan, so I won't be here for a few days. If everything goes smoothly with the tenants, we can at least get them settled in their new place as quickly as possible and get us the time we need to move the gold out."

Beca nodded along, having nothing much else to say or do. They had no other options, any other attempt may be too dangerous to try, she understood that much.

They covered up the safe door once again and placed back the tatami mats as to make sure it didn't look disturbed. Luke placed the crowbars inside a black duffle bag he was carrying and made sure he didn't leave anything else in the temple before they slipped out. As they made their way back, Beca stopped on their tracks, and looked into one of the closed, unused stores.

"What's the matter now, Becky? Afraid one of the tenants is having a midnight stroll and catch you meditating at a temple?" Luke asked, amused.

Beca shushed him before heading on ahead. "I'm probably just tired," she excused. "I've had a long day."

"Understandable. I appreciate you coming with me though," he then said.

"Of course, we're in this together," Beca noted. Once inside the elevator, Beca turned to Luke and added "We can't waste anymore time than we already have, so make sure that quick of yours is trip. Stay safe."

"Don't worry about me," Luke then replied. "Just make sure you get our friends out of here and keep Babel on their toes."

"Oh, I plan on it."


Things have settled down a bit, although the fight against Babel keeps on going. Flo simply took comfort at the fact that they can make a difference now. Call it underhanded, but when the opposition fights dirty, then they had to learn how to bend a few rules to their favor too. "Bend" being the keyword, because they won't stoop down to Babel's level. That much Beca had taught them.

Flo wasn't entirely too sure about her in the beginning. If asked if she liked Beca from the start, she would have to give the honest answer that she didn't. But she quickly warmed up to their Italian visitor sooner rather than later. Despite showcasing some signs of elitism, Flo could tell that Beca had a good heart. Sure, it was kind of weird that when Beca spoke English, there were no hints of any accents, but she figured that she was probably simply well-travelled, or that perhaps she had stayed in America for a few years before. She didn't have any distinct Italian features either but who was Flo to judge.

Beca had been a mystery that she and the other tenants didn't know how to react to. All they knew was he was Luke's friend. They were wary, yes, of what her intentions could be, but she has proven to be a dependable ally. To Flo, that was all that mattered.

It would seem that the same thing was all that mattered to the other tenants as well.

The tenants had celebrated their small victory after the trial was pushed back the very same day. Cynthia Rose closed shop for the entire day so that they could hold their festivities at her restaurant all day. Everyone was in a good mood. Jessica and Ashley were sharing stories about how they managed to "prep the judge" for the hornets, Denise was talking about her inspiration for the choreography of her interpretative dance, and Benji was asking if he sounded very convincing when they were throwing out adlibs to incite mass hysteria.

The party went on until some time in the evening. Aubrey dropped by briefly to check in on them before making an excuse to leave for more work. Even Chloe did too, asking if the rest of them had seen Beca that day. It was Lilly who pointed out that she was probably in her apartment if she wasn't with the other two attorneys already.

Curious as to where their favorite new neighbor was, Flo asked to keep them posted when she sees Beca as they all wanted to thank her and celebrate with her. It didn't take long for Chloe to text and confirm that she was in her apartment but that they were gonna go and celebrate separately for now. Chloe didn't explain why, but she did say that the mysterious Ms. Bella wasn't in the partying mood.

Their celebrations continued until late in the evening, just an hour before midnight. Noting the time, Stacie had suggested they all call it there, but then a strange man appeared in front of the restaurant. It nearly made Flo leap out of her seat when they finally noticed him standing there. No one dared open the door, except for Jesse and Lilly who were both more than daring to figure out what he wanted. When he said he simply wanted food, they made the decision to let him in.

He said his name was Norman. He was a homeless guy who loitered around the block for the last decade or so. Judging from his stench, and his malnourished state, Flo believed him. He went on a long tale of his struggles that Flo barely paid any attention to, but then he said something interesting.

He said he knew all the secrets of Barden Tower, and to show his appreciation to their kindness, he told them an interesting tale.

Years ago, during the year of the building's last renovation, Norman saw a lot of late-night movements in and around the building. In particular, delivery trucks would come in the middle of the night, moving in items on wheelbarrows. They were supervised by a group of Chinese men as they made their deliveries. The items were covered in black cloth, but one night, one of the wheelbarrows had hit a rock on the street, causing one of the items inside to fall out. It was a single piece of gold bar.

One of the Chinese men had seen the mishap and had it remedied. The people moving in the items had then become much more careful.

A few months later, one of the men moving the wheelbarrows of gold, the very same one who moved the one that had nearly lost a gold bar, was showing a picture to one of his friends while eating at a nearby restaurant, saying that there was more buried inside the building. That was when men in disguises showed up and scared the other customers. Anyone who saw the picture was killed at the spot, including the man who moved the wheelbarrow. His phone shot and destroyed as well.

"That's why I came here," Norman then said. "I saw the woman hanging around the building again, and the tall blond guy has been showing up a lot more than usual too. I've been trying to figure out where a buried treasure might be and passed out a couple of times at the basement. I had no food for days."

The tenants all looked shocked at the revelation, eyes lost at a distance, perhaps dreaming about the rumored gold. Lilly was glaring at the man, Jesse on the other hand looked thoughtful. Stacie simply looked irritated.

Stacie slammed her hand on the table, causing everyone else to jump in their seats. "Look, if there was any buried treasure here at the building, we would have found it by now," she stated. "Not to mention this happened years ago, what made you come back now anyways?"

"I actually don't know. I guess something triggered the memory, but I've been diagnosed with one of these neurological disorders so my memory has been kind of shoddy. I don't even remember why I'm homeless," Norman then said and laughed.

"Then don't make up tall tales!" Stacie lectured on and the rest of the tenants jumped in.

They soon showed Norman the door, but not until he had finished eating. Jesse gave him a few take out orders as well and some drinks.

Flo would be lying if she said that that night, not a single one of them dreamt about finding the gold.

She supposed they had more reasons to fight against Babel now more than ever.


Lilly did not like the story Norman told them all, not one bit. As soon as he left, Lilly excused herself saying that she felt tired as well.

She needed to inform Beca about Norman's declaration, but judging from Beca's moods, she figured this was simple enough to handle. At least, the part with Norman.

Lilly shadowed him around the block for a little bit. Once Norman found a spot to sleep in, Lilly woke him up. She emptied out her wallet of the cash that she had been secretly carrying around for her weekly expenses, and pulled out the wakizashi she has armed herself with. The blade was about 12 inches long, small enough to conceal but long enough to be effective in combat and lethal when used with the intent. Her message for Norman was simple. Accept the simple payment and disappear or pay with his life.

Clearly the cash and the threat had worked.

And Norman quickly ran away. Never to be seen again.

That was one problem down.

How to deal with the daydreaming tenants, Lilly would have to let Beca figure it out.

The news of the buried gold, whether true or not, had rocked Jesse. The details about the Chinese men included, it would seem it was right for him to come to Barden after all.

He did his duty and cleaned up the tables and locked up the restaurant once everyone was away. Jesse had a bag of item and necessities and used the small office that CR used to have as his makeshift bedroom in the restaurant. After all, he did beg to become her apprentice and live there for free for a reason.

To keep an eye on Beca Bella and her activities.


Jesse could still remember it like was yesterday. His quiet mundane life as an agent assigned to the Office of Russian and European Analysis or OREA in the Directorate of Intelligence. Everything was about the activities of one country in particular lately, which meant that since he was assigned to anything related to Italy's activities, that he wasn't going to see much action for the foreseeable future.

Until of course, the day that Beca Bella entered the country. Jesse's jaws dropped when he got a ping from TSA to notify the CIA of a person of interest entering the country. This was part of the norm, usually even those who were a part of a criminal enterprise would go visit other countries for vacations. At least that's what he was told when he reported it to the Deputy Director of Intelligence, Gail Abernathy-McKadden-Feinberger. After all, the Bella family was infamous for many good reasons, and having their consigliere enter the States could spell something big on the horizon.

Jesse felt defeated when his interests in a potential case was dismissed. At least, until he saw Beca dragging Christopher Beale away from Babel's HQ on the news one day. Shortly after, news of his death was heard, and when Jesse looked into Beca Bella, she was in a comatose state in the hospital.

"I'm telling you, Deputy Director Abernathu-McKadden-Feinberger, this has to be something big," Jesse had argued that very morning he found out about their fates. "Send me in for observation, I'll even pay for my own expenses, if I find conclusive evidence it's nothing, then I'll end my activities," he insisted. "This is against Babel, after all. There could be something nefarious going on there, what if they're connected in some kind of war between the families in Italy?"

"You've been watching way too many movies lately," the deputy director had said. "But I do remember something fishy about the former Babel CEO and Chairperson's death before one of his sons took the role, not to mention he had a son completely wiped off from any records for some reason during Deputy Director Kline's time at the agency," she had added, looking deep at thought.

"Right," Jesse had agreed, jumping on her train of thoughts. "And if we uncover something big, do you know what that means? With the current Director of the CIA up for retirement, I have no doubt that you'll easily secure your place to the top spot, ma'am."

This seemed to do the trick. Jesse could tell that the mention of the promotion have had the gears of the deputy director's mind turning.

"Alright, but you have to only report things directly to me, understood? This is an unsanctioned mission, and if you get caught it's on you."

Jesse agreed.

Over the course of the following weeks, he had kept a close eye of Beca Bella's activities, half expecting something nefarious to happen. Much to his surprise, the rather beautiful and charming consigliere did anything but that. She was creative, towing the lines with her schemes, but all the action she took all came from a good place. She wanted to bring Babel to justice, and Jesse couldn't help but be at awe of it.

To him, Beca Bella had a heart of gold. Was it all part of her penance? Perhaps, and Jesse all the more believed it during that night, after Norman had left. He had wanted to follow him to see if he was trust worthy, maybe gain some intel, because now another piece of the puzzle was coming into the picture of his mind.

No, not the gold.

What Jesse was interested in was more than that.

It was about seven years ago. The former president of their country had ordered intel and surveillance be collected on every notable citizen in the country and outside of it. Intelligence was the strongest currency, after all. It's all about what secrets you knew and kept, and how they can be used to pull the strings that make the world go around the way it does. From billionaires to politicians and national leaders, he wanted every secret and every bit of dirt on them uncovered to be used as he pleased. Technically he said to be used if needed, but judging the man who ordered it, Jesse pretty much assumed it was for his own use.

The CIA obliged. They wanted to believe it would be used for good. Until, of course, after they had finished compiling the data to what they had then called the Guillotine File.

It lasted all of five minutes safely intact in the CIA's servers.

It was never publicly known but their servers were quickly hacked by a powerful criminal mastermind, the most feared leader of the underworld, Wan Shi Tong. He stole all the information for himself and quickly had his cyber army let lose a virus that would erase the complete database and anything related to it from the CIA's servers. The Guillotine File was gone, lost for good, and anything related to the work done for it was sealed away if not erased from the records of the agency. Probably for the best to keep it away from the former commander-in-chief who wanted it, but now that he's out of the picture, the agency needed to recover it and seal it away for good.

No one knows where its kept, even after Wan Shi Tong's death. There were rumors, of course, that he kept his vast treasures somewhere in America.

Jesse felt chills running down his spine at the thought he might have just figured out where it was.

Unfortunately, he didn't locate Norman after he left. Jesse searched around the block for a bit before noticing Beca and Luke heading to the basement. He decided to keep an eye on their activities for a while, hiding in an old, unused shop. They disappeared in the temple and reappeared after, their conversation suggesting that perhaps they truly were on a path to redemption.

Jesse couldn't be more inspired by Beca's desires to become a better person.

Once back in the confines of his makeshift bedroom in the restaurant, Jesse called the deputy director for updates.

"Ah, excellent, I was just about to call you too," Deputy Director Gail, as she insisted to be called from their recent calls because apparently Jesse was always out of breath whenever he addressed her, said.

"Oh, why?" Jesse asked, curious.

"Well get to that later," Deputy Director Gail said. "You usually call on the weekends at a specified time, but you're calling me now. There must be a good reason."

And so, Jesse recounted what he found out from Norman.

"Can we verify his testimony?" she asked him afterwards.

"Unfortunately, I can't, and he seems to be a bit of an unreliable narrator," Jesse replied.

"But Beca Bella is still in the tower, hmmm, could it be she's there for the gold?" Deputy Director Gail then asked, "Or does she know about the Guillotine File?"

"I can't say, but from what I've seen, she genuinely cares for the tenants," Jesse then said adamantly.

"This is an official undercover operation now, you hear me? But again, only between us until we have something substantive. Keep watching Beca Bella, she might be the key to obtaining the Guillotine File if it is in the tower. Babel is keenly interested in that particular piece of land too, I'm not sure if it's for the same reasons, but we need to keep them away until further notice. Help Bella with her plans with that until then," she ordered him.

Although Jesse was already planning to do that anyways.

"Oh, and agent Swanson, about Babel. They are keenly interested in getting to know Ms. Bella. Agent Johnson seems to be connected to one of their lawyers from DSM. I've played it smooth and took over handling the intel gathering, saying we want to help our allies. I want you to write a fake report on her for now. Babel is up to something, and if it's the file they're after, we all know we can't let them have it. Therefore, they can't find out who Beca Bella is. She might just be a useful asset for this, we have to protect her," Deputy Director Gail explained.

"I would be glad to," Jesse then replied.

"Good. Keep it up Agent Swanson, if we both recover the Guillotine file, this could mean a promotion for you too, you know?"

"Yes, ma'am," Jesse said enthusiastically, and after that, he wasted no time in writing the best fake letter he could write about Beca Bella.


Amy slept all of five minutes – okay, maybe it was three hours, tops – but it was all it took for things to take a turn for the worst. Her friend started to have a cardiac arrest. He was stabilized shortly after, but that was when the doctor in charge of the Babel case patients said that they all tested positive for meth. She immediately called for Beca, Chloe, and Aubrey afterwards. Something was fishy.

The four of them met at a nearby coffee shop, putting the pieces of the puzzle together. Emily was stationed to watch over Amy's friend for now while they talked. Beca surmised that Babel was trying to ruin the names of the victims, blaming genetic illnesses and drug addiction as the cause of their hospitalization. Not to mention that they had just released a piece about how the leader of Babel's labor union who called for setting up a victim's fund for those in the hospital was now being charged for embezzlement, the papers calling the entire thing a sick scam some of the employees were running. Babel and DSM were playing dirty, no doubt.

"I'm guessing the doctor in charge at the hospital is also under Babel's payroll," Aubrey groaned.

"If they call him to the witness stand to give his professional assessment of the case, then he could tell whatever story he wants, add that to the judge who is already on their payroll… it's sick…" Chloe noted. "I never thought DSM was that kind of law firm, I never thought I would be that wrong about them."

"It doesn't matter, you're on the right side now," Beca then said, reaching out for Chloe's hand and giving it a gentle squeeze. "I have to say though, even the mafia would never stoop this low."

"What do we do now?" was Amy's genuine question.

"We need to discredit the doctor," Beca said.

"Not to mention still figure out how the researchers are getting sick," Aubrey noted. "I've been digging up info about exposure hazards, Babel's guidelines, and waste management on their labs and found some notable mishandling of operations there, but the only people we can use to call as witnesses to bring this to light all work for Babel."

"And they're undoubtedly intimidated or bought already, they won't turn on the hand that feeds," Chloe then added.

"We'll think of something," Beca then said to Amy, reassuring her that all was not lost. "And if at the end of the day, we can't find one person willing to bring the truth, I guess we'll just have to make one appear from thin air like magic."

Amy wasn't sure what Beca meant, but the smirk on her face makes her feel confident in whatever it was she was thinking.

A part of her truly believed that Beca was gonna have to dazzle them all again in the next trial date.


"A philanthropist, defender of justice who works for human rights and mafia victims, a part-time celebrity and model, oh and look at this, she also apparently visits children in the orphanage and pay for their education… The CIA report on Beca Bella seems to indicate that she's a living saint," Luisa, the Kommissar, read in disbelief.

Chicago was just as in disbelief and disappointed in hearing what they found out about her too. He was hoping for something juicy, some deep dark secret he can use to blackmail Beca, or maybe turn Chloe against her. He's met her only a few times, and he's really gotten on his nerves.

"This can't be right!" the Kommissar then exclaimed as she ripped the report into shreds.

"Now, now, do you really have to do that," Pieter then said calmly. "We wanted to find out about her, and we did. I guess all this nonsense they've been pulling is probably inspired by playing children's games with those orphans."

"Are you stupid?" Luisa then asked in frustration. "I know the voice I heard at the laundromat that night, it was the same voice that spoke Italian on the steps of the courthouse the other day. Beca Bella can't be a literal angel on earth if she can come up with something like that."

Pieter was going to argue back but Chicago raised his hand to stop their commotion. "Or maybe the CIA isn't a reliable source of info, get creative," he commanded them and the two chorused in affirmation. "Sort things out, preferably before we win the trial. I'll check on our good doctor to confirm he can make it to the next one, make sure that we have our stories straight too."

"Of course, sir," Luisa then said and with that Chicago excused himself.

Things with regards to the trial were looking good for them. Contacts in the right places made sure that the story they told was the one being spread and believed by the masses. It should be an easy victory despite the circus that their opposition pulled up with to push the trial off to a later date.

For Chicago, they were only delaying their own defeat. Babel will come out on top of this one, he's made sure of it.

And yet, there was a sinking feeling of dread inside his stomach. Something didn't sit right with him at all, and a part of it, he figured, was Beca Bella. She was a wild card for this case, keeping him on his toes.

But then again, it could simply be because he didn't like how close she was with Chloe. A bad influence, if he would say so himself. He hated that Chloe easily clung onto her with ease, or that her attention always shifted to Beca, something that happened during their dinner. It was supposed to be a date with Chloe, in the end it felt like he was third-wheeling for Chloe on a date with Beca. He could tell too, that Beca knew how it bothered him, her smiles when he was around told Chicago just how much she enjoyed seeing him quietly seethe because of it. The thought only irritated him more as he saw the two of them walking side by side at the visitor's parking lot at the hospital, Aubrey Posen and their young paralegal whose name he often forgets, right behind them.

"Oh, Chloe," Chicago called out after rolling down his window. He parked as fast as he could and ran up to them. "Chloe!" he cried out again, running towards them halfway through the parking lot. He was a little out of breath, putting on a goofy act of just catching them in time. Aubrey looked at him unimpressed, the paralegal just acknowledged him politely. Beca Bella on the other hand, had sticked to watching him coolly.

Chloe didn't look at all moved. In fact, she looked irritated. "What do you want, Chicago?"

"What did I do?" he then asked, looking hurt at the tone she used. "I just wanted to say hi, I've missed you at the law firm," he then said. "I know I took your place now, but I don't doubt that there's always room for you if you ever want to come back."

"Why would I want to come back?" Chloe asked. "Do you know what they do, Chicago? You'd be better off leaving yourself."

"Babel isn't your enemy, Chloe," he argued back. "Besides, you think whatever you guys have been pulling is any help at all. You're making a mockery of the justice system, you know. You're crossing a line and you're better than that."

It was Aubrey who scoffed and replied to him. "And what exactly is Babel doing? DSM? You're all hardly upstanding defenders of the law."

"We do things by the book," Chicago said as earnestly as he could make them believe.

Beca looked over to Aubrey and Emily, telling them to go on ahead. She walked past Chloe and stood between the two of them. She wasn't wearing heels this time, making the difference in their height all the more pronounced as Beca addressed him, but there was something in the way she looked at him that made it feel like it was her who was looking down on him. Beca had her head tilted up, but the way she did it made it look like her eyes were cast down low. Her hands were hidden in the pockets of her dark blue pants, ones that matched the dark blue blazer and suit vest she was wearing. She didn't wear anything underneath the vest making her look rather chic and cocky.

Chicago hated it. Absolutely hated every bit of it. The most annoying part was the smirk on her face.

"Really now?" Beca then asked. A challenge to prove her wrong when she already knew she was right. The confidence in her voice had said it all.

Chicago had to hold himself back, wanting to smack that annoying smirk off her face. But he couldn't do such a thing with Chloe around.

It seemed that Beca realized it too. "You should go on ahead too, Chloe, I just wanted to ask Chicago something."

Chloe looked uncertain at first but nevertheless obliged. "What do you really want?" she asked, direct to the point. "You act like you care about Chloe, but completely miss the part where she's hurting and grieving for the father she lost because of Babel and DSM. If you didn't, then I have to say, I'm astounded by the audacity you have to ask her to come back."

"She's better than your cheap tricks, you know?" Chicago then said. "I'm only saying this because I don't want Chloe to get hurt. As for you, you're only digging your own grave with this fight. A smart person knows when to give up, maybe it's time you prove how smart you are and do just that."

Beca stood in front of him unfazed, her stormy blue eyes meeting his. She chuckled as a response before turning away. She started walking as she spoke "Oh, but I am digging a grave," she said, "for someone else." Beca turned briefly after walking a few steps towards the direction Chloe had gone. "By the way, Chicago, a truly smart person knows when their opponent is on the ropes, that's why they don't give up."

With those final words Beca Bella went on her way. Chicago gritted his teeth and balled his fists. She may have had the last words for now but he swore, over his own life even, he'll beat her.

He'll find out who she was, get Chloe back, and beat Beca Bella once and for all.


A/N Pt 2: Y'all really didn't think the rest of our beloved residents won't find out about the gold, right? More shenanigans with this later, but for now, we have a fierce trial ahead!

The next chapter might also be a long one, so if it might not be until Friday, we'll see

PS: Have you guys seen GAP the Series? I've been meaning to ask you all about it. It's pretty good, go check it out on YouTube, new episodes out every weekend. I was tempted to write a Bechloe or Supercorp fic with the same premise two years ago but I never did. Anyways, the show is so good so go check it out!

UPNEXT: MISCHIEVOUS PLANS! BECA IN HANDCUFFS?! A LESSON IN SEDUCTION? AND THE OUTCOME OF THE TRIAL!