She doesn't, but Rosa does

Step one, get the keys. Step two, get Rosa and be out of sight. Step three, make it to her car and hide with everything private hidden below the view of the windows. Step four, make it home.

Making lists relaxed Amy most of the time, but it wasn't doing anything to quiet her nerves now. She squirmed on the spot, already flustered from just looking at the doorway out to the precinct. She couldn't go out there again!

"Amy," Rosa said. "Amy!"

Amy squeaked, distracted from her embarrassing thoughts, and returned to the still-embarrassing reality of being in front of her coworker in just a towel. Not that Rosa had it much better admittedly; ok, she wasn't bothering to cover herself with her arms while it was just her and Amy, but her cheeks were distinctly darker.

"Are you going to do it or not?" Rosa said.

"I- I don't know if I can," Amy said.

She looked pleadingly at Rosa, hoping she'd come up with something else.

"Do you want to stay in here naked until night shift?" Rosa said.

"No," Amy said, flushed.

"Then give me the towel."

"Wh-what?!" Amy said, clutching it more tightly around herself.

"If you're not going out there, then I have to," Rosa said. "And I'm not doing it without the towel."

Amy whimpered; the thought of waiting behind without anything to cover herself was embarrassing. Then again, so was being stuck like this indefinitely.

"Either go out there, or give me the towel," Rosa said.

Amy hesitated. "T-turn around."

"Seriously?" Rosa said.

She sighed, terseness more borne of her own nerves than any real irritation with Amy, but still turned around, going from giving the detective a full frontal viw, to showing off her ass.

Still, it was just one person, and it was Amy at that. Rosa would admit to being comfortable in her body, but there were worlds between that and the whole precinct, friends and strangers alike, seeing her.

Behind her, Amy hastily unwrapped the towel, throwing it over Rosa's shoulders before quickly withdrawing her hand, hunching over as she crossed one arm over her tits, and used her other hand to hide her pussy. She drew back against the wall, flustered.

Rosa meanwhile quickly took the towel, wrapping it tightly around herself so that only her shoulders and ankles were bare.

She was decent, she told herself. Ok, it was a towel, but no one could see much more than usual. Somehow it wasn't much of a comfort.

"Don't be long," Amy said, voice high. Rosa nodded, sympathetic, before turning to face the door.

Suddenly she knew how Amy felt. Still, she steeled herself, then made herself walk towards it; there was a squeak behind her as Amy ducked out of view of the doorway, even though the corridor was quiet, and Rosa walked outside.

Then she started to move rather more quickly, stopping only at corners to glance around. If she saw anyone coming, she drew back and, if need be, ducked into any adjacent supply closet.

She was a badass. She could handle this.

And then she made it within view of the bullpen and froze. That... That was a lot of people. And being caught crawling around to try and stay hidden was more humiliating than if she just marched in there head held high, despite the fact she only wore a towel.

Not that she had any choice. Rosa hesitated uncharacteristically, not sure whether she wanted to take the risk of crawling. At least if she walked it'd be over faster, and no one would see her going around on her knees; then again, everyone would see her in a towel.

She glanced down, making sure it was still as securely around her as it could be.