Rosa ducks into the alleyway.

"I'll kill her. I'm finally going to kill her."

"Can you uncuff me, please?"

"She's going to pay. My **** will be remembered for a thousand years."

"Please? I need my hands."

"They'll never forget the day I put Gina Linetti in her place."

"Rosa, come on. Give me the key." Amy cowered in the corner of the alley, face bright red, glancing nervously toward the street. "People saw you go in here. They're going to come in."

"So what? The whole bullpen already saw you."

"Shut up! Don't remind me! We need to go, now."

"At least it was only your friends. And Holt. You didn't have to climb down the side of a building."

"We can talk about it later. The handcuff key? Pretty please?"

"Fine." Diaz unlocked one cuff, then paused. A thought had just occurred to her. "Hey. Santiago. You were in on it."

"What?"

"You were in on it the whole time, weren't you? This was all just a ruse to get me onto the balcony!"

"Rosa, come on. I didn't walk into the bullpen naked just to... eep!" Rosa had slammed her up against a wall of the alley and was digging her fingers into the unfortunate detective's ribs. "I don't know anything! Eee hee hee! Let me go!"

"Tickle you till you talk, Santiago!"

"Stop! Eeee! No!" Rosa's hands scoured her sides, seeking out her most sensitive spots and digging into them mercilessly. "No! S-stop! People will hear!"

"Admit it, Santiago! You and Gina planned this from the beginning. You know how I can get out of it."

"I don't! Please!"

"You've got spare clothes hidden in the alley, haven't you? Maybe a nipple pinch will get you to talk!"

"It won't... ow! Ow ow ow eeek!" Rosa's fingers had closed around the nipple of her left breast, pulling and twisting. Amy braced herself. Rosa's hands were like iron, but she was a police officer, after all. She wasn't completely helpless. She gave Rosa a shove, using a judo counter-attack she'd memorised from a textbook, and the two women went sprawling across the floor of the alley, wrestling for dominance. Amy's cheeks flushed as she realised how closely her nude body was pressed against the bare skin of her co-workers. They rolled across each other, kicking and scratching and pulling each other's hair, squealing and squirming as they came to grips with each other's most intimate parts.

There was a click.

They came to a rest, Amy atop Rosa, pinning her arms down and sitting astride her with her legs spread in an uncomfortably provocative way. Amy blew her tousled hair out of her eyes. She was covered with grime and dirt, now, in addition to being nude and stuck in public, and she wasn't going to take it lying down. No more Mrs. Nice Amy.

"Rosa!"

"Uh, Amy?"

"I'm not in league with Gina, okay! Lay off me!"

"Amy, our hands..."

"You always do this to me! And I know you stole my last donut from the break room! I want answers, Rosa!"

"Can you let me..."

"I'm going to get more respect around here! Just as soon as I get some clothes on! Amy tried to punctuate her point by waving her finger in Rosa's face and realised for the first time what the click had been. The other cuff had closed around Rosa's wrist. They were now handcuffed together.

"Oh," she said. "Do you still have the key, or..."

"Dropped it."

"Can you see it anywhere?"

"No. No, I cannot."

Slowly, carefully, they picked themselves to their feet. Rosa dusted herself off, her messy hair plastered to her face, and tugged at the chain. It seemed unbreakable. Amy was looking over her shoulder.

"Rosa," she said. "Is that a drone?"

"Oh. Yeah. I forgot about that."

"Does it have a camera?"

"Uh..."

"And it was recording that? All of that?"

Rosa paused.

"We need to get out of here right now," she said.

"Yes. Yes we do."