Back to the CBU

Prentiss tugged her ruined jeans back up and sat through a ride back to the California Burea of Investugation headquarters. When they arrived, a young redheaded woman in an ill-fitting dark blue pant suit came hurrying up to the car.

"You'd better come quick, boss." She said to Lisbon.

"What is it?" Lisbon asked as she stepped out of the car.

"The press are here, there's another victim, she..."

As the woman mentioned the press, a horde of journalists and photographers descended on thr group of agents.

"Hurry up and get inside." Lisbon instructed Prentiss and JJ.

"But my pants..." Prentiss began, but Lisbon and the others were ushering her into the building and away from the car with her suitcase locked in the back. She was so distracted with not being able to get at the case that she did not notice until they were inside the building that her jeans had dropped off at some point and been left behind.

"What's going on, Van Pelt?" Lisbon asked.

"The commissioner's daughter was found naked in a mall across town." The redhead replied, "Our perp just bought himself a load of publicity."

"And piled on thr pressure for us to catch him." JJ added.

"Oh, you must be the FBI agents we were expecting." Van Pelt said, before her eyes strayed down below Prentiss' waist, "dress code must be a little looser in Quantico."

"I had a couple of mishaps." Prentiss blushed, trying and failing to tug her t-shirt down to cover her thong, "I just need to get to my bag..."

"Not with all those reporters out there." Lisbon shook her head, then turned to Van Pelt, "Are the rest of the team back?"

"Still following up that lead on Red John in Arizona."

"It's just us then. We'll need to address the press."

"I can handle that." JJ offered, "I do most of the PR for the BAU."

"Great, let's go to my office, review what we know and prepare a statement."

The four women made their way through the building, Prentiss desperately trying to cover her humiliating thong from the admiring eyes of those around her, her buttocks jiggling as she hurried along.

They reached Lisbon's office, and she motioned for them to have a seat. All four women lowered themselves into chairs.

RIP!

They looked around nervously at the sound of fabric tearing.