Fleeing, again

Prentiss and Sara turned to each other, which helped to hide their fronts. Sara's breasts were a little bigger than Prentiss', round and full where Prentiss' were better described as perky. And, Prentiss couldn't help notice, with rapidly hardening nipples.

"What do we do?" Sara asked.

"I don't think we're going to convince people you're a cop and I'm FBI." Prentiss replied, looking around desperately. They were surrounded by tourists, who were all eagerly snapping photos. "Where are we?"

"About a mile and a half from the police station," Sara replied, "which is about a mile and a half further than I'm willing to walk like this." she had one hand on her crotch and the other crossed over her breasts, despite her backside being pointed directly towards most of the cameras. "We could try and get a cab?"

"Like this?" Prentiss had gone for one hand in front and one in back, which left her breasts uncovered, "If anyone's willing to pick us up, I don't think they're someone we want to get in a car with."

"Even if we had money." Sara nodded, "Whoever did this to us wasn't gracious enough to leave my purse."

"Then we'll have to resort to other tactics." Prentiss saw a casino gift shop right by them; she backed up, leaned in the door to a shelf full of beach towels, and grabbed a couple.

"Hey!" the bored teenage girl behind the counter called half-heartedly, "You gonna pay for those?"

"Send a bill to the crime lab!" Sara shouted back, taking one from Prentiss gratefully and wrapping it around herself.

"I suppose we, er, better get moving." Prentiss said. The towel was not quite as long, wide or thick as she would have liked, in order to cover her nipples it came down to millimetres below her buttocks in back, and once she'd closed it around herself there was still a gap between the ends wide enough for her leg.

"This way." Sara nodded, and began to push her way through the crowds.

JJ had not expected their trip to Vegas to last more than a day, so had not packed another set of clothes. The night before she had slept nude, having rinsed her pants and blouse out in the hotel sink, and having given Prentiss one pair of "I (heart) Vegas" panties she also bought some for herself. So that day her outfit was wrinkled from being washed out but not ironed, and her light blue blouse had an orange ketchup stain from dinner last night, as well as a pink from lunch today. She tugged at her top to try and make it look more presentable as she continued plotting lines on the map of the other victims' movements, in different colour pens.

She stepped back from the map. Now it was a definite pattern. She smiled, thinking of when she would get to show this to Prentiss. Stepping closer to the map to check her details, JJ brushed against a stack of statements piled on the edge of Chan's desk, sending papers scattering across the floor.

"Oh, geez." JJ bent to pick them up.

RIP!

"Oh, no."

"What is it with you FBI agents and your pants?" Detective Chan said from the doorway. JJ stood and turned to see her, accompanied by two other cops, and of course there was the big window into the bullpen right there. All of them with a fine view of JJ's ass in the cheap white cotton briefs, bulging through the split up the back of her dark blue trousers.

"I, er, I... Prentiss!" JJ suddenly pointed behind Chan to the far door where Prentiss and Sara had just entered, each wearing a colourful towel which did not cover enough of them.

And as they walked through and the door slammed closed on the edge of Prentiss' towel, whipping it off of her, suddenly did not cover any of her at all.

Amongst a cacophony of cheers and whistles from the assembled cops, Prentiss saw her colleague and dashed for Chan's office, but not fast enough to avoid one or two slaps to her rear, and several quick photos.

She reached the office and went to Chan's desk, which had a jacket hung over the back of the chair. She picked it up and held it over her front.

"Not a hugely successful trip, then?" JJ smiled.

"I don't know what happened." Sara shrugged, and then regretted this as the motion shook her towel loose and she scrambled to hold it up to not suffer the same fate as Prentiss.

"Well, fortunately I have an idea." JJ said, her smile widening.