Back to the CBU

The car made a stop at Lisbon's apartment, and Prentiss sat making small talk with Van Pelt for fifteen minutes until Lisbon reappeared wearing smart black trousers, a tight dark red t-shirt and a short black jacket. Once she was back in the car, Van Pelt took them the rest of the way to CBU headquarters, and parked out front where there was still a large gathering of reporters.

"I assume you brought something I can cover up with to get inside?" Prentiss said hopefully, but Van Pelt looked abashed.

"I... I left in a hurry." She said apologetically.

"Do you have a blanket or something in the car?" Lisbon asked the junior agent.

"It got cleaned out the other day." Van Pelt shook her head.

"Take off your shirt." Lisbon instructed. There was an awkward pause in the car.

"Boss?" Van Pelt said eventually.

"You've got a jacket on, and a bra obviously since I can see it through your shirt." Lisbon replied, "You can manage without your shirt, so take it off for Prentiss to wear."

"What about pants?" Prentiss asked, as Van Pelt shrugged off her jacket and began to unbutton her white blouse. Lisbon looked around the car, but it was recently cleaned and contained nothing of use.

"Any chance you're wearing a second pair of pants under your ones?" She said to Van Pelt jokingly, but Van Pelt paused. "Really?"

"Not pants," Van Pelt said, blushing, "more sort of... Shorts. To help my silhouette."

"You're wearing spanx?" Lisbon laughed.

"They're not spanx," Van Pelt was turning very red, "they're not underwear, I have panties on. They're just an elasticated support."

"Van Pelt, give Agent Prentiss your spanx."

"They're not..." Van Pelt sighed, and continued to strip.

A few minutes later the women exited the car. Prentiss was almost dressed, wearing Van Pelt's white blouse which was struggling to contain her larger breasts behind the worryingly-transparent white cotton, and a pair of black lycra shorts. Lisbon stood in front as the reporters noticed them and came over in a swarm, although most of their attention was on Van Pelt with her pink and white lace bra now clearly visible under her dark jacket.

"Any truth to the rumours you were kidnapped?" One of the reporters shouted to the agents.

"Who is the next target?" Another called out.

"Is anyone safe?" Cried a third.

"Won't someone think of the children!" Came a voice at the back.

The agents pushed their way through, Lisbon insisting they had no comment in reply to any questions. Prentiss stuck close to her, hoping not to be seen too much in her ridiculous emsemble. Van Pelt brought up the rear, having stopped to lock the car. She stumbled, dropping the keys to the ground.

"Oh, shoot." She bent to grab them.

RIP!

Without her 'elasticated support', her trousers could not contain her backside, and as she bent the strain was too much and they tore wide open.

"Boss, wait up!" Van Pelt called out, grabbing the keys and straightening up, then keeping one hand on her rear as she pushed through the reporters, "I split my pants!"