Amy makes a distraction.

Very, very slowly, Captain Holt raised an eyebrow.

"Detective Santiago," he said. "I cannot help but notice you're out of uniform."

"Uh," said Amy. "Um. I. Sir. I. Um."

Absolutely nobody was looking at Rosa, who was wearing just a towel and slowly sneaking around the bullpen towards the door to the balcony. Amy's eyes scanned the crowd. She couldn't see Gina anywhere. All she could see were Holt, Jake, Boyle, Terry, far too many other cops and a disconcerting number of citizens, their expressions ranging between surprise, amusement and lust. She couldn't blame them for looking. Rosa had snatched away her towel, pinned her down to the ground and twisted her arm savagely until she'd agreed to do as she was told, with the threat of more humiliation to come if she disobeyed her orders in any way. She hadn't been able to resist. And just to make sure, Rosa had garnished her wrists with a little surprise from her locker.

Chain jingled as she tugged fruitlessly at the handcuffs binding her wrists. Only Rosa had the key, of course. She was naked in front of her boss, her co-workers, and a bunch of random strangers, and she couldn't even cover up. Holt was looking at her disapprovingly. Jake was smirking. Boyle was politely averting his eyes, while Terry clearly didn't know where to look. It was like a nightmare. Only you could wake up from nightmares. She wanted to run away shrieking, but she was paralyzed. So embarrassed, and terrified of what Rosa might do, that she couldn't move a muscle. Only stand there and squirm and stutter while everyone took a good long look at her.

"Why are you out of uniform, Detective?" Holt said. "You appear to be naked in my bullpen. I assume there's some extremely good reason for it."

"Um. I. Um. Sir. There's. Sir. It's."

Amy watched Rosa, moving as silently as a cat, slink towards the balcony door. Through the window, she could see a shadowy Gina-shaped figure pressed up against the glass, its eyes fixed on her. Gina hadn't noticed Rosa. As soon as the other detective got to the door, she'd run. Just a moment longer. A moment...

"I'm waiting, Detective."

"It's. Well. I. That. Um. Yes. I. Sir. It's..."

The balcony door swung open. Rosa stepped through. Gina stepped out from behind a pot plant, pulled the towel off her and pulled the balcony door shut behind her, locking it automatically. Rosa's shriek of rage echoed through the wall. Amy watched the Gina dummy go flying as she kicked it over.

"Gotta run," she said brightly, and turned to sprint towards the nearest exit.