The girls go back to work.

Holt rubbed his brow. "I can't believe you talked me into this."

"And I can't believe you let me take pictures of you watering the garden in nothing but assless chaps." Gina was sitting on his desk, eating popcorn, watching through the window as a very embarrassed Amy Santiago and an utterly humiliated Rosa Diaz huddled behind their desks, leafing through paperwork, wearing nothing but an awkward smile in Amy's case and a mask of absolute fury in Rosa's case. "Look on the bright side. Those sneaky snaps never have to see the light of day."

"It was Kevin's idea. We've been experimenting."

"Hey, I'm not judging. Just taking advantage. Look at those two. Aren't they cute?"

"Are you sure they bought it? If I wasn't gay, I'd be worried about a sexual-harassment lawsuit."

"Diaz is too mad to think, and Santiago would hop down Broadway in nothing but bunny ears if you told her it would make you proud of her. Hey, there's a thought..."

"Don't you start, Linetti."

-

Amy squirmed in her seat. Normally she found bureaucracy calming, but right now she was so embarrassed she could hardly think straight enough to to fill out a simple after-action report. She was naked. And not at home naked, or sexy-time-with-Jake naked. She was naked at work. Sitting at her desk, in front of all her co-workers, naked. With no clothes on. Her breasts - bare. Her ass - out. Her pussy - on display. It was like a nightmare. Like the one she had each week, about forgetting to the study for the big test and showing up without any clothes on. But this was real. It wasn't going to go away when she woke up. She was really here, at work, in the nude. Everyone had seen her peel the hoodie off over her head, showing her bare body to the bullpen for the second time that day, cowering and wriggling with her hands pressed to her private parts as a tidal wave of utter humiliation washed over her, setting her on fire from head to toe. Nobody had dared to laugh, not with Holt there, but she could tell they were giggling and making lewd comments behind her back. People were sneaking off to the kitchen and the break room, in twos and threes, to chuckle and gossip and make fun of her. She'd never live it down. It was so, so awful. Horrible. ****. And she wasn't turned on at all. She definitely wasn't soaking wet, or **** to get home so Jake could fuck her. She wasn't going to ask Jake to spank her later, or strip her naked and push her out of the apartment. That wasn't how she thought. She was a good girl.

A couple more beat cops filed into the room, and did a double take when they saw her sitting there without any clothes on. They did a triple take when they saw Rosa, equally naked, and hastily averted their gaze. Amy whimpered. This was the worst day every.

Still, she thought, at least it can't get any worse.

The phone rang.

Jake picked it up, listened for a while, put it down. He was grinning from ear to ear. Amy's eyes went wide as she saw he was looking straight at her. It shouldn't be impossible to be embarrassed by your husband seeing you naked, but somehow she was managing it.

"Hey," he said. "We've got a situation down town. Robber holed up in a jewellery store, taken the owner hostage. He wants to negotiate. It's probably the best chance we have of getting him out of there."

"So?" Rosa snapped. "What's it got to do with us?" Jake was looking at her as well, clearly liking what he saw. Rosa scowled, though she was too proud to give him the satisfaction of covering her bare breasts. Amy scowled too, though for a different reason. She'd have to have a word with him about that later.

Jake smirked.

"Media's all over it," he said. "Cameras everywhere. Whoever goes down there is going to end up on the nightly news across the state."

"So?"

"So, he asked for two people by name. Said the only way he's going to co-operate is if he gets to pick who he talks to. We have **** but to comply with his demands."

"No."

"No?"

"No. No no no no no."

"Yes."

"No!"

"Those people are depending on us. Four hours and eighteen minutes left on your shift, detectives. Time to go and earn your paychecks."