A/N: Hope you guys had a wonderful weekend! We're back with more updates, ft a trial and some shenanigans… and maybe a few serious matters?

Also, a reveal?!

I don't own pitch perfect.

Aubrey was uncertain, but nothing much can be done now. She chose to put her faith on Beca, she now just had to hope that she would pull through.

Things were going smoothly as they set out to prepare for the trial, that is, until they were given formal notice that the trial that should have been a month away was pushed up to three days' time. Babel and DSM wanted to make sure that they don't have much time to prepare at all.

It got on both Aubrey and Chloe's nerves for sure, but Beca didn't seem too bothered by it.

"Why are you so calm?" Aubrey had asked her three days ago.

Beca had looked thoughtful for a minute. "Babel wants to win, and DSM have experienced hands when it comes to playing dirty, it's all to be expected, really. You need to be able to fight like a villain to win, and thankfully, you have me."

"We can't exactly bribe judges to look our way, so what do you have in mind?" Aubrey had then asked.

Beca smiled had gotten up on her seat around the meeting room. She put her hands in the pocket of her blue pants, the ones that match the royal blue blazer she was wearing. "In Italy, the mafia have mostly focused their business to gambling houses and casinos," she had begun to say and Aubrey would be lying to say she hadn't been the least bit of curious to know where this was going. "Once in a while, professional gamblers try their luck at these mafia-owned joints. Right before they are about to win an astronomical sum, do you know what the mafia do?"

"Take them outside, break their hands, and tell them never to come back?" Emily had answer.

Beca looked indignant. "No."

"Emily, what have been watching?" Aubrey had then asked.

"Yeah, where do you even get that idea?" Chloe had followed up.

"What? Is it not that?" Emily had then asked, looking so lost and innocent about where Beca's point was heading.

Becca shook her head vehemently. "The mafia's more sophisticated than that, at least they don't resort to such kinds of intimidation tactics anymore, not against gamblers at least. You'd have to murder someone to get that kind of treatment," she lectured.

"You seem very knowledgeable about what the mafia does," Aubrey had commented, keeping her eyes on Beca at that time.

Bcea adjusted the silky black tie she wore and even unfastened the top button of her white dress shirt. "I… I l-live in Italy," had been the excuse she had given Aubrey.

Aubrey had planned on teasing Beca a bit, just to see what her reaction was going to be, but Chloe had placed a damper on her plans when things had clicked in her mind. "Wait… They'd try to void the game, is that it? One way or the other…""

"Yep, they nullify the game without raising any suspicions to make the gambler leave," Beca had then said matter-of-factly.

"So, you want to invalidate the trial? Postpone it or nullify it at the moment? But how can we even do that, find a justifiable cause to postpone it? We can't do that now. We only have three days and DSM is probably prepared to fight to keep the date they want," Aubrey had noted.

"I didn't say now," Beca had said with a smile, leaving Aubrey confused. "We'll do it during the trial."

"Beca, I'm a big fan of your crazy plans, but how would this even work? Ruining a game of cards or any other in a mafia-owned joint is easy for the mafia for the simple fact that they own the place. We don't have the power or means to do that in a court room," Chloe had pointed out.

"I find your lack of creativity disturbing," Beca had commented dryly before sitting on the meeting desk and facing Chloe. Beca had leaned in a little before confidently announcing "We'll make it happen, we'll find our own means."

Which of course meant involving the help of a few more than willing volunteers.

And that brought Aubrey to her current situation outside of the courthouse.

It was a bright and pleasant day. To one side of the courthouse, the one where DSM's fancy black cars of lawyers and assistants had just pulled up to, the Barden Towers residents stood in protest against Babel and BLSD. Denise was putting on an interpretative dance, her hands dipped in red paint, leaving stains on the white shirt and pants she was wearing. Behind her, Cynthia Rose was banging pots and pans alongside Jesse to create the beat that Denise was dancing to. Flo led the chants of protests calling Babel to "Repent!" that Benji, Stacie, and Amy repeated, meanwhile Lilly blended well with the residents, holding up the placards calling out Babel as murderers.

DSM looked unfaced, especially the Kommissar who was giving an interview to the gathered press outside the courthouse, calling the claims that the victims have filed unjustified and slander to the good name of Babel.

Aubrey stood on the opposite end of the steps with Emily behind her, about to give an interview herself, she impatiently looked at her watch. Beca promised that they were going to make a big show out of things and asked Chloe to join her to retrieve something of hers that she doesn't use quite often for their grand entrance. Luke keeps somewhere was all that Beca noted, and that it was too flashy for every day use but might just be what their grand entrance needed.

A reporter had repeated his earlier question, a response to what the Kommissar had said. Aubrey looked at the opposite end of the stairs where Luisa stood alongside Pieter, Chicago, and a handful of other junior lawyers and paralegals that DSM's team had.

But Aubrey was saved by giving an answer by the loud roaring of an engine in the distance. Everyone gathered outside on the steps looked around to find the source.

A light blue Lamborghini Aventador pulled up outside the courthouse. All the press gathered outside for the trial shifted their focus on the newcomers, crowding the car, waiting to see who would step outside of it. Aubrey couldn't help but smile, somehow, she already knew who the passengers were.

Right on cue, the doors spring up and open from the car. Both Beca, who was in the driver's seat, and Chloe, from the passenger's seat, stepped outside in sync. Chloe looked rather pretty in the pink tailored suit that Benji gifted her for the trial, the blouse underneath was what Chloe called her lucky blouse, something she wore during mock trials in law school that she always ended up acing. It paired perfectly with what Benji had made. Aubrey had to hand it to him, he knew his way around the cloth.

Even Beca was wearing something he made. A dark gray suit that paired well with a black lacy strapless top that paired well with her heels. How Beca managed to drive a sportscar in heels that boosted her height so that she looked taller than Chloe by about an inch was beyond Aubrey. She was nevertheless, impressed.

Over at the opposition's side. The Kommissar looked curiously at the pair who had just arrived as they marched up the steps, matching sunglasses on, to join Aubrey. Chicago was the only one who looked amused. The rest of the DSM wanna-lawyers were too stunned and star-struck to speak. Pieter included.

The reported once again repeated the question, among a myriad of other questions. "Today, we'll prove that Babel is just as guilty if not more of the accusations our victims have filed. We have no doubt that one way or another, the truth will prevail," Chloe defiantly said.

One of the reports then asked Beca who she was, but Beca's simple response was her mantra for the fight against Babel.

"Solo il male può punire il male (only evil can punish evil)."

This left the journalists buzzing in confusion and curiosity, wanting to know more about the adviser to their legal team.

Beca nodded towards both Aubrey and Beca, and the three of them lead the way inside, followed by Emily.

They were already putting on quite the show just to nullify and push back this trial.

The plan now rests with their happy helpers.

Ashley was possibly the last of the tenants to join the gathering of people here to witness the trial inside of the courtroom, along with her wife Jessica. This was all to a little mishap of Ashley definitely-not-so-purposefully running into someone with a mason jar of her "drink" as she definitely did not pretend to act as if she lost her contacts, spilling the contents of the drink before the mason jar shattered on the floor on the person she ran into and smearing it all over his face.

After the man had excused himself, Ashley continued to act as if she couldn't see until Jessica gave her the signal that the man was out of view. They then followed the direction that he was going to, hiding behind corners so that they wouldn't be seen, to confirm that they got the right target.

The man was Judge John Smith, the judge in charge of the trial. He was about to head into his chambers when he was stopped by both the Kommissar and Pieter in the hallway.

"You know you can't talk to a judge before the trial," Ashley heard him say.

"Ah, we just want to make sure you're doing well and eager for this trial," Pieter said.

"I know, I know, don't worry, I understand you," John had replied, "I always clean up after Babel's mess, I know the drill."

The comment made Ashley's blood boil. The reaches of such an evil organization truly makes her sick.

"Good, then you know our organization will repay your kindness handsomely," Pieter then said.

They parted ways after that. Ashley and Jessica stayed behind for a few minutes and waited for them to clear out before heading into the same room, as to avoid suspicions.

The courtroom itself looked nowhere near impressive. As Ashley and Jessica sat down next to each other in a row behind the other tenants, she took in the signs of water damage on the ceiling and a few other cracks on the walls. Beca said she had her people take care of the heavy lifting, making sure that this was the only courtroom available. She had assumed she meant Luke, but the water damage and the cracks couldn't have been done by one person alone, making Ashley wonder who else Beca had under her employment. While they have decided that Beca Bella was definitely an ally, much about her still remained a mystery to them.

"All rise for the honorable judge John Smith," the bailiff then said.

The judge walked in and slipped on his back. Ashley had to stop herself from cackling at the whole thing. This is all thanks to the continuous water leaks from some parts of the ceiling.

Once he stood up and fixed himself, the bailiff repeated his earlier words. The show must go on, or so they say.

"Do we really need to rise?" Ashley asked in a whisper. "The judge isn't really honorable, you know?"

"You can stay seated in protest if you want," Beca, who sat in the front row of their seats and not Aubrye and Chloe, had told them.

And so, they didn't. This irked the judge as he took his seat.

"Is getting on his nerves really the best way to win this trial?" Jessica then asked in a low tone.

"We already know he's been bought, it's not like our actions can make it even harder for us," Ashley then grumbled lowly a sa response.

"In Beca we trust," Amy then told them in a whisper as well.

Ashley huffed. Amy was right.

The odds were stacked against them, but in Beca they trust.

After all, she's never let them down before.

Things started off in a rather entertaining manner. Jessica had to stop herself from chuckling in her seat as they began to unfold.

A series of unfortunate events, that they are.

It first started as the judge tried to address them all, but his mic would not work. Neither did the mic on Aubrey and Chloe's table, and DSM's table as a matter of fact.

"We'll just have to speak louder," the Kommissar yelled and insisted.

And so, the Kommissar proceeded to make her opening remarks. But just then Chloe fainted, the rest of the crowd gathered looked concerned, but Beca and Aubrey, and the rest of the tenants looked cool as cucumbers. This was part of the plan, after all, as Beca explained.

Jessica still remembered when the gathered in the dance studio three days ago. Emily had set up white boards there as Beca used Chloe's favored pointer, the one with a soft pink bunny plushie at the end to point to the phases of their plan as she explained it to them. It had been hard to take her seriously with the pointer, but they still paid attention. That's how it had been lately. When Beca spoke, the tenants listened. She was their cheat code after all.

"One a gambler is about to win big for the first time, the mafia-owned casinos would focus on first removing the dealer from the table," Beca had explained.

"And who would be the dealer in the court?" Stacie had asked.

Beca smiled and pointed to either Aubrey and Chloe. "If one of them is incapacitated due to a medical emergency, the first priority would shift away form the trial and making sure that the other is stable. If we have to come up with a medical emergency for the both of them, then we will."

The commotion it created seemed to line up to Beca's expectations. "Somebody, call 9111" Jessica then cried out in the crowd.

The unexpected reaction, however, came from Chicago Walp, Chloe's former intern, who rushed towards Chloe in grave concern. "Wake up, Chloe! Chloe! Wake up!" he said, shaking her a little.

Aubrey was about to put on an act of getting sick as well when the judge spoke, insisting that the trial has to go on simply due to the gravity of the case. They will take a recess to have the doctors check anyone feeling ill and continue that afternoon.

At that remark, Beca quickly came to the rescue of both Aubrey and Chloe with their respective medication, or in this case, differently flavored Tic Tacs that they were passing off as tablets.

The Kommissar was about to finish her remarks when the overhead projector then stopped working. The lights turned off and died as well. An electrician entered the courtroom to inform them that due to the water damage the room sustained overnight, they had no choice but isolate the room from power, not wanting to electrocute anyone.

Jessica smiled, because of course they had everything covered.

"What if the game resumes without the dealer?" Jessica remembered Flo asking the other night.

"Good question," Beca had replied. "If that's the case, then the mafia would black out the entire gambling house.

"Oh no, what's going on? We could already barely hear anything, and now we can't even see anything?" Benji cried out as planned, if not a little over dramatically

"Yeah! How can we proceed this way? I mean, shouldn't that lady seated next to the judge be recording everything? Can she actually record everything with the power out? What if that device of hers stop functioning, or the available laptops run out of charge?" Cynthia Rose chimed in.

"Could we even trust the results of these proceedings?" Stacie then complained.

They learned all their lines well having been prepared by Beca herself.

As the rest of the crowd jumped in with similar concerns due to their instigations, the DSM lawyers did their best to argue the importance of the trial and demanded that it go on.

"What if the player insists on gambling no matter what?" Jessica remembered Amy asking during their meeting, just as DSM continued with their arguments.

"Then as a last result, they kick out everybody else and create chaos," Beca had then said with a smirk.

And right on cue, Jessica and Ashley released the hornets they kept in small tight containers underneath their clothes. A part of the reason for their matching baggy outfits. Altogether, they had 6 hornets but apparently that was enough to cause a frenzy inside the courtroom as everyone tried rushing out the door.

The Kommissar yelled for the bailiff to keep everyone inside, let no one escape, but that only hyped up the frenzy even more. The tenants joined in the rush to leave. The DSM lawyers too. Only the Kommissar sat at their table glaring at Aubrey and Chloe who looked cautious of the hornets buzzing about at their seats and the grinning Beca who never once looked distressed or panicked.

Judge Smith tried his best to restore order in the court but he never finished his statements. As soon as he stood up, banging on the gavel, the hornets turned their attention on him and zoomed in with their stingers.

Jessica beamed with pride. This was after all her suggestion to Beca when she mentioned that their last resort plan was to get everyone out of the room. They even added the cherry on top by having Ashley spill hornet honey on the judge and smearing it all over him so that the insects would be attracted to him.

Mission accomplished.

"Ouch!" Ashley then yelped out, her hand getting stung by one of the hornets as well. The price for not getting rid of all the hornet honey off her hands.

And the price for their valiant deeds to even out the scale for justice.

Emily couldn't help but notice the amused look on Beca's face as the judge returned from recess. They took a half an hour break to clear the room of hornets and calm down the crowds.

The judge, it would seem, also took notice of the calm confidence that Beca had. Emily tried to mimic the way Beca sat and her posture in her own seat, wanting to emulate the same kind of confidence but she couldn't help but react to the judge's now very swollen face.

As he spoke, they couldn't understand anything that he was saying, and the trial was inevitably pushed back to its original date, allowing for their team to adequately prepare their defense.

Everyone's mood was light as they stepped out of the courthouse, the tenants wanting to celebrate. But the happy mood of their little victory was cut short by a phone call to Aubrey.

"Beca, I might need your help again," she said and urgent look on her face.

"Why, what's going on?" Chloe asked looking at both Aubrey and Beca.

"Mind if we talk on the way? And I don't think the flash car would help," Aubrye noted.

"I can have Lilly take care of it," Beca then said, signaling for Lilly. Beca tossed her keys, and her undercover bodyguard caught it. The rest of the tenants were jealous that Lilly had the privilege to drive back Beca's fancy sports car, but that's also because they still haven't found out how she was truly connected to Beca just yet.

The four of them took Aubrey's car to the hospital where she explained the current situation of her not exactly-but-she-considers-him-to-be client, Dr. Mitchell. Beca grew silent in her seat as Aubrey asked if she could foot the bill for the hospital visit again. Beca didn't say anything in return and simply nodded.

Once there, Beca went directly to the doctors to speak with them in private to set-up a private room for Dr. Mitchell. Aubrey, in the meantime introduced him to both Chloe and Emily.

From her initial impressions, Dr. Robert Mitchell looked to be a kind and sincere man. Emily's heart broke a little to hear that he was all alone in the world, especially with his difficult situation. Chloe seemed to be well-versed with his case as well, having it be a highly publicized murder trial of the death of powerful man. She seemed to be in the same opinion that he was innocent as well.

"So why won't you let us take your case then?" Emily couldn't help but ask.

"I've made many mistakes," he said wistfully. "There's one I will regret my whole life, but I truly believed then that what I had done was for the best. When this happened, I thought this was divine punishment."

Emily looked at him confused. Silence hung in the air between them for a minute before Chloe looked back towards the closed curtains that gave them privacy in the ER.

"What are you doing lingering over there, come in here," Chloe said, marching behind the curtain and dragging Beca inside.

Beca looked shocked and uneasy. Aubrey's eyes were on Beca the entire time as Chloe then introduced her to Dr. Mitchell as their adviser.

"It sounds silly that you haven't met him when you're the one footing the bill for all his expenses," Chloe then chastised. "Why on earth are you being so humble now?"

But Beca refused to give her an answer, she simply looked away.

"You shouldn't have done that, I can't expect such great kindness from a someone I barely know," Dr. Micthell said softly, overwhelmed by Beca's gesture.

But Beca didn't respond to it either. She took a deep breath and sighed. "Take them as your lawyers," she then said, her eyes glued to the floor. "They'll win you your case. That should help for your recovery. I spoke to your doctors, from your record, they think you can survive with the right treatment despite the stage of your cancer. They told me how you've made a miraculous recovery from stage 4 lung cancer decades ago and they think you can beat this too. But you won't be able to do that behind bars."

There was a cold edge to the way Beca spoke that surprised Emily. Even Chloe was curious to her strange mannerisms at the moment.

"You don't need to do anything for me, I can't possibly deserve your kindness," Dr. Mitchell said with a sad smile. "This is my punishment, and I've accepted my faith."

"How can you simply just accept this as your punishment? Do you know how many people try so hard to fight just to live another day?" Beca then asked, raising her voice surprising all three of them. "If you won't let them take on your case, then this is the last time I help you. No matter what it is that you've done, giving up isn't the answer. Accepting this as your divine punishment? It's like you've chosen this to be your punishment, and if you're really remorseful, shouldn't you let the world, or whoever you've hurt, decide that for you instead," she went on to say before stomping on away.

Suffice to say, Emily was left at a loss for words after that. Chloe looked just as stunned as well, chasing after Beca. Aubrey, on the other hand, looked thoughtful.

A few minutes passed, silence once again settling between them as they waited for someone to take him into his own room and get settled before leaving. "Okay then," Dr. Mitchell then said.

"Okay then?" Aubrey asked.

Dr. Mitchell kept his eyes fixed at the direction Beca turned to as she left. "If you would do me the honor, could you please file a motion for a retrial, Ms. Posen?" he asked, teary-eyed.

Aubrey nodded before asking Emily to leave.

"But why do I have to go?" Emily asked.

"There's something I want to talk to Dr. Mitchell about, call it attorney-client privilege," Aubrey then said and ushered her on, leaving Emily all the more perplexed.

And the day had started out so promising too.

After the trial had ended, Amy had gone back to check on her friend at the hospital before heading back to the temple. The rest of the tenants were in a bit of a celebratory mood but she had to pass up the opportunity for it. They still have to seal the deal for their victory after all. The real fight was only about to begin.

As she was leaving the hospital, two things happened. One, she saw an old crucifix, one of those big large ones hanging above the altar of chapels and churches, being thrown away. It would seem than a new one was being installed in the hospital's chapel. Rather than let it go to waste, Amy believed she could at least use it to donate to the church a few blocks away from the tower. Thus, Amy took it upon herself to carry the crucifx on her way home, Passion of Christ-style.

It was then that the second things she wasn't expecting happened. She ran into Beca, tears uncontrollably running down her cheeks. That was the last thing Amy ever expected to see.

"What are you doing?" Beca asked, stopping on her tracks, looking at Amy confused as she wiped away her tears.

"I could ask the same about you?" Amy threw back.

"Aubrey has a client here," Beca simply explained.

"And you were crying because?"

"I have allergies," Beca reasoned out but Amy didn't believe her.

Beca helped her set the crucifix down outside the church after they took a taxi. Thankfully, it was one of those mini-van taxis and Beca managed to bribe the driver with enough cash to accept the driving them around. It was not with great ease to get the crucifix in and out, but the two of them somehow managed. Once that was settled, the two of them decided to walk the distance back to the tower.

Beca looked angry, about what, Amy wasn't sure about, but she wasn't sure how to approach her. She had always been composed and calm, even when dealing with the Trebles, there was clear restraint in her display of emotions. Right now, Amy could tell she was quite perturbed, dealing with a great turmoil inside of her, and she wasn't quite sure how to approach Beca about it.

"What's weighing you, Ms. Bella? Beca?" Amy asked, deciding to just go for it.

"Nothing," Beca huffed.

"It can't be nothing if you're that angry about it," Amy noted. "It's definitely something. Shouldn't you be happy that you managed to win one fight against Babel? You being angry makes me worry about them."

"It has nothing to do with Babel," Beca noted.

"See, told you, there is something," Amy then said. "I'm a monk, Beca, I'm not exactly sure if we have a vow to keep your confessions a secret, but you know you can confide in me anyways. You're already doing so much to help my friend seek justice, it's the least I can do in return. Lighten the burden in your heart."

Beca stopped on her tracks and look thoughtful for a minute. "I… I want to move on," Beca then said. "Someone made me a promise when I was younger, to come back for me," she went on to say, closing her eyes to fight back the tears. "I couldn't… I didn't understand why he left me there in the first place, now I do. But I still couldn't understand why he never came back, like he said he would. Why never came back for me."

The tears started spilling, and Beca was quick to wipe them away.

"Left you where?" Amy asked, hoping to understand what Beca was saying better.

"The orphanage," Beca answered with a shaky breath.

"Ah, that's why you sound American," Amy then noted. "Sorry, I was always just curious about it."

Beca simply nodded in response. Amy would be lying to say she wasn't any bit curious to find out more. To learn how Beca found herself in Italy, or why she was left in an orphanage in the first place. But she wasn't sure if Beca would even answer any of those follow up questions. She was acting like she had her walls up, trying very hard to keep the conversation vague, so she figured that perhaps, she wasn't the one Beca needed to open up to.

What she could understand was that Beca was still angry and hurt by it. She wasn't sure what brought this on at the moment, why suddenly remember the pain and the anger, but Amy figured, it didn't matter to know. What mattered was that she helped Beca process it.

"You can try your whole life, Beca, to run away from it," Amy then said, remembering the same kind of pain and anger that her own father had made her feel, "but unless you face it than you can never escape it. You have to face the root of it, whenever you're ready. I don't know if the real reason you're hear in America is to do just that, or if it's something that just popped up during this visit, but some things are inevitable. It's part of who you are, your story. The scars left by that person, that pain, that hurt, you have to embrace it and not let it destroy you, after all, you're a pretty cool person, you know?"

Beca chuckled at the comment, Amy would take that as a win.

"It doesn't have to be now. But you need to sort out your feelings about it, and, when you're ready, face things head on. If you need a friend later, I'll also be here for you," Amy then said.

Beca nodded. "I'll keep that in mind," she then said before picking up the pace to head back to the tower.

Amy watched as Beca continued to walk on ahead, her mind replaying the words she said to Beca.

Maybe it was time to listen to her own advice.

Beca spent the rest of the day sulking in her bedroom, replaying Amy's words in her mind. She knew Amy was right, but she just wasn't ready to deal with it. As much as possible she still would rather not, but it would seem that the universe wouldn't let her escape what was such a huge part of who she was.

The sulking came to end when she heard someone knocking on her door. Not expecting anyone, Beca cautiously grabbed the nearest candle stick on her way to check on who it was. She placed it back on its proper place when she saw through the peep hole that it was just Chloe.

"What can I do for you?" she asked her as she opened the door.

"Well, I know it's not the victory in the final battle, but I figured we could still celebrate a little. There's a pretty good and chill bar a couple of blocks from here if you wanna go?"

Beca looked thoughtful for a minute, she was half-expecting Chloe to say she was here to check in on her after her inexcusable behavior at the hospital. This invite was not what she was expecting.

Not wanting to disappoint Chloe, Beca greed, asking her to give her some time to get changed into something other than her pajamas. They might be bespoke, but it was not an outfit one would wear when out and about with someone like Chloe Beale.

Beca smoothed out the green plaid blazer she picked out to finish her look. Underneath, she wore a white blouse with a thin black ribbon tied around her neck. She paired it with black shorts, black stockings, and heels.

Chloe looked appreciative of the outfit when she joined her in the living room making Beca smile and lifting her moods a little bit.

They made their way to the bar opting to walk the distance in comfortable silence. Once they got settled in a booth at the bar, drinks delivered to their table, Chloe finally told her about the news that Aubrey shared, they were officially taking on Dr. Mitchell's case.

"I don't know how you did it, Beca, but you lecturing him seemed to do the trick," Chloe then said. "That was very passionate of you, I just don't understand why you left us."

"It irks me when people like him just give up like that," Beca gave out as an excuse. She wasn't exactly lying, although she wasn't quite ready to tell Chloe the real reason for her actions.

And as soon as she said it, Beca realized that she did want to tell Chloe about it, surprising herself a little bit.

Chloe simple nodded and accepted her answer. The two of them soon shifted on to easier topics, talking about Babel, sharing a laugh at their reaction to their unexpected antics, and drawing up battle plans as they prepare for the real upcoming trial.

"Do you think this would be enough?" Chloe found herself asking. "To beat Babel for good?"

"I don't know," was Beca's honest response. "In my experience, a snake like them can be quite slippery. But this is a start."

"What will you do after?" Chloe then asked. "Once this is all over, once we get rid of Babel for good with all the law suits, current and future ones. Beca was a bit surprised by the question.

Her purpose for being here was because of her gold, so she supposed that would be it.

But then again, she knew that she and Luke were working on it at the same time already.

So, what does come after?

"Will you leave us?" Chloe asked, a little bit melancholic. "I suppose you would, since you don't have any reasons to stay," she went on to say thoughtfully.

But Beca found herself yet again surprised for her inability to answer that question. To agree or dispute.

The plan was to handle things quickly and then leave for Italy.

That was the plan.

But why couldn't she say it? Why couldn't she agree with Chloe? Why was it breaking her heart to see her so sad about the thought of Beca leaving?

"Why did you come here?" Chloe then asked. "You've been kind of heaven sent, really. It's like you arrived just in time for us to slay the demon," she said with a smile. "The things you do might be unorthodoxed, but I actually feel like we're making a difference. I'd like to think that my dad is proud of that."

Beca smiled. It was good to hear Chloe thought of her that way.

"You really want to know?" Beca then asked and Chloe nodded. Beca motion for her to lean in closer so she could whisper it in her ears. Beca wasn't sure why, but she felt like telling the truth to Chloe, at the very least. Chloe was opening up to her, it was the least she could do in exchange.

"Gold," Beca then whispered. "There's gold hidden underneath Barden Tower. My gold."

Chloe simply nodded as she leaned back in her seat before bursting into laughter. "If you didn't want to tell me, you didn't have to make up a reason as ridiculous as that," she then said.

Beca sighed. She wasn't sure why she even bothered.

But watching Chloe laugh and smile – even if it was at her expense – was enough to lighten up her heavy heart.

Theo wasn't sure what he was even doing in the meeting room of DSM. The trial had been postponed and rescheduled, it was a setback but not a big one, and he truly believed that DSM have most of this covered.

The meeting hall at DSM wasn't as big as the one that they had in the corporate office, and it wasn't as fancy. They had a projector screen set up instead of the giant QLED screens, and a port on the white desk that connected to the laptop. Theo sat at the head of the table, steadying himself as he watched Chicago hum to the tune of a popular song while setting up the laptop. Pieter pulled a chair to the right side of the desk, confused as to what Theo was doing there, or why Chicago was the one presenting something about the case, a counter-strategy to whatever the Beale and Posen law firm could potentially come up with. Luisa, the Kommissar sat to his left, equally confused as to why the meeting was called. When Pieter asked, she simply said that Chicago seemed eager to present his ideas on how they could beat the opposing legal team and that Theo approved of the meeting.

Theo simply nodded. Yes, he did approve of the meeting. But no, he didn't know what it was all about either.

Chicago connected a mic to the laptop. Why? Theo wasn't sure. The room was small enough for him to simply project his voice clearly to be heard. He was tapping the mic, doing a sound check, and adjusting the volume before pulling up his slides to share on the screen.

The slides had a stock image for a galaxy on the background, the title was written in yellow and blue word art, with animations all around as Chicago revealed the title of the presentation and his name as the presenter. One would think a child who was a big fan of Star Wars made the presentation.

Chicago cleared his throat as he spoke, going over to the next slide – complete with the tacky animations – to go over the case. His starting point, the very history of Babel.

Theo grew pale, feeling his hands and feet growing cold. It suddenly occurred to him where this presentation was going. He did his best to stay in his seat, however, fearful of what might happen if he didn't.

Chicago went over the details as of Babel's inception. He talked about the original CEO and chairman, the founder of Babel, Charles Walters, who had passed away only a few years back. How he was married, and then the number of mistresses he had. Both Pieter and the Kommissar was curious by the sudden turn of this conversation. Pieter was about to interrupt when Theo raised his hand to let Chicago speak. Chicago met Theo's eyes and smiled at him, appreciative of the action. And so, he went on.

"With his wife, the great Charles Walters had one darling son, so brilliant and handsome, and another one with one of his favorite mistresses, this one was a bit slow, but he's not without his purpose," he went on to say. "This particular boy with a mother of a less worthy pedigree grew up to be Babel's current CEO, Theo Walters," Chicago said with all the charm and cordiality of a TV show host before waving his hand over to his direction. The slide the showed his picture underneath the picture of his mother, the mistress, and that of Charles Walters, Sr. Theo played along, standing up, bowing at Pieter, Luisa, and the Chicago as if he was an actor addressing the audience of a play for the curtain call.

Pieter looks confused, Luisa on the other hand was curious, a question lingering in her thoughts. Theo could already guess at what it could be.

Why did the bastard son take over, when the legitimate one, who was older, should have taken over the rains?

Theo looked over to Chicago who seemed to be enjoying himself with this spectacle. He didn't waste time in answering the unspoken question. "This allowed the eldest son to do whatever he wanted, of course, pulling the string behind the scenes while he let a puppet run the company, ready to take the fall if things took a turn for the worst. In a way, Babel had two lives, like in video games. But the last life had all the cheat codes with him. Ah, yes, about the last life, the legal son… well that would be Charles Walters, Jr."

Chicago clicked a button and like with Theo, a picture appeared on the screen.

Chicago's picture.

"Oh, and would you look at that, he's me," he proudly said.

Luisa quirked a brow, she was piecing the puzzle in her head. Pieter was just shocked.

Not giving them any chance to ask any questions, Chicago went on with his tale. Their father had sent him away in their youth, studying in a boarding school in Switzerland, and then the UK for college, under the name Charles Walp, under his father's insistence and a lot of bribery, to keep the law profile, before finally attending law school in the University of Chicago, where he earned his nickname. That was when he hatched his plans, the low profile and anonymity allowed him to do as he pleased, free of the scrutiny that Theo was facing now. If needed, he could step into the light, but he much rather enjoyed staying in the shadows.

"But sir," Luisa then said, quickly assimilating to the shake up in their hierarchy, "why reveal yourself now, to us at least?"

"I want to take a direct approach, be on the offensive, when it comes to the legal matters. One small law firm has become quite the annoying thorn to our side," Chicago said with a terrifying smile. It was clear that the Beale and Posen law firm had been an annoyance that he wanted to rid himself of. "I have one person in mind that I'd like to eliminate from the equation as soon as possible," he then said, leaning over the table, placing both his hands to his side to support his weight.

Luisa looked at him with interest. Pieter may have been the CEO of DSM, but it was quickly becoming clear who between the two of them held the most authority and power in this situation. It would seem that the Kommissar wasn't wasting anytime to become his brother's favorite either.

"Figure out who Beca Bella is," Chicago ordered. "Ever since she arrived my plans aren't going as smooth as I hoped it would be. First the tower, then Chloe, and now thins stupid trial… I want to wipe that smug smile on her face soon."

"I do have a contact in the agency, I might be able to pull in a favor," the Kommissar then said.

"The agency?" Pieter asked.

"The CIA," she edified. "I'll work on that myself, sir, and of course make my own approach to understand the enemy. If we can figure out what the dirt on her is, we can clear her out immediately. Let me handle all the Babel cases from now on, I promise not to disappoint."

"Good," Chicago then said, fixing his tie. "Start by winning the trial and getting rid of Beca."

A/N Pt 2: Oh, hey, there's the reveal.

In the show, it was actually revealed that Chicago's character was the main villain after the RDU-90 plant was burnt down, at least to the audience, because both Theo and Chicago's characters arrive at the scene and the character Theo was based on bowed down to him and apologized for the mess. This is where he reveals himself to the law team though. I nearly wrote in that scene, but I figured a bit of intrigue with meeting Beca for the first time was needed. I also removed a scene where the police try to arrest Chloe's character in the series for the pillow-incident, which Beca clears her of with gathered evidence… but we'll have police arrests scenes later too and I so I figured I could cut that since it's only purpose was introduce Beca to Chicago's character in the show.

We'll take a brief pause from the trial but no pauses from the shenanigans…

UPNEXT: KOMMISSAR IS ON THE MOVE! WE FIND OUT JESSE'S AGENDA! A SURPISE WITNESS ARRIVES!