Holt's office

Amy's eyes widened as she read Gina's message. Oh god, she couldn't be serious-

Oh who was she kidding? It was Gina, she should have expected something like this. Rather than leave the hoodie somewhere more accessible, of all places Gina had left it in Captain Holt's office, right on the far side of the bullpen.

Nervously, Amy glanced over; at least it didn't look like he was in at that moment. She squeaked, drawing her head back and looking down, hoping she hadn't drawn too much attention. As though being naked at her desk hadn't already drawn enough; she whimpered.

Her computer beeped again. Quickly she typed a message back to Rosa; she knew where the hoodie was meant to be. It just entailed getting up and going over there.

At least it was one way? Once she got into the hoodie she could get out again actually covered up. Maybe it would be too much to hope that Gina had left a baggy garment in there that she could tug down for a little more modesty, but it was still something.

Amy swallowed, and sent a message back to Rosa to let her know she was on her way.

Instead of standing up though, Amy squeaked, and then started to wheel her chair across the floor. She blsuhed furiously, firmly keeping her arms crossed over her tits, hands as much clutching at her sides as anything to be extra sure nothing slipped into view.

She still hunched forwards in an effort to hide her lap. The chair was the best cover she had.

She was halfway to the office before she remembered the towel, still balled under her desk. Damn it, she'd spent so long naked in her chair that she'd almost forgotten about it; no doubt that was Gina's plan. Amy whimpered.

Still, she was too close now to turn back. Cheeks heating up, she wheeled herself as quickly as she could on.

When she neared the door she faltered, then glanced over her shoulder, blush deepening as she realised how many eyes were on her.

Ok. Breathe in, breathe out; she just had to get this over with. Amy squeaked, then hastily stood up and pushed forwards into Holt's office, quickly shutting the door behind her.

She pressed her back against it the instant it was shut, catching her breath. Oh god, she'd just bared her ass to the whole precinct. And probably not for the first time given how her day had gone. Amy whimpered, closing her eyes.

No, focus. She opened her eyes again, quickly scanning the office; drawing the blinds shut, she walked over to the currently unoccupied desk. Hoodie, hoodie...

Oh you had to be kidding.

Just as Gina had promised, there was one of her classic hoodies resting on Holt's chair. Dark red, 'Time for Gina's opinion!' emblazoned on the back... and it might just about have fit a doll. Hoping for any modesty from that was... not happening.

Amy prodded it, as though it would somehow grow. It just slipped off the chair onto the floor, revealing the front of the hoodie. Gina's opinion was apparently 'You look better naked.' That figured. Amy squeaked.

This had all been a waste of time. There was no need to come to the bullpen, to sit around in it for a minute, to hurry over here, oh god-

And then the door opened. Amy shrieked, arms hurriedly moving to cover the front of her body as Captain Holt walked in.

There was a very long moment of silence. Holt raised an eyebrow. Amy flushed, one arm over her tits, the other low enough to try and hide her pussy, though it didn't make her feel any less exposed before her mentor.

A squeal escaped her lips.

"Detective Santiago?" Holt said slowly.

Amy ran sqeaking from his office, for that moment more concerned with getting out from that mortifying situation than she was trying to find a way through the bullpen that didn't involve showing off her behind. She shrieked again, sprinting past her desk (yelping as a quick sidewards glance confirmed, yep, it was a trap from Gina; someone had made off with the towel she'd brought) and out past the fence at the far end of the bullpen.

Catching sight of her, Rosa quickly glanced around the precinct. Adopting a similar pose she stood, keeping her back facing away from the majority of her colleagues as she quickened her pace, hurrying around a corner in the hallway and out of view.

"No hoodie," Amy panted. "Towel stolen. Gina..."

Rosa swore.

"Locker room's no place to hide after we got caught there," Rosa said. "I've only got the keys for my bike to get out of here."

"Bike?!" Amy squealed. "I wanted to at least be in a car!"

"Yeah, well, that's not an option," Rosa said.

She shifted, flushing a little herself. She glanced over her shoulder towards the corner they'd turned, fidgeting slightly, adjusting the arm crossed over her chest.

"If you've got any better ideas, better think fast," Rosa said. "After seeing us streak through there, someone's going to want to follow us around here."