Chapter 11 by Rowenar

Walk, crawl, or find some other solution?

Walk, for all the good it does

No, being seen walking in a towel was so much better than being caught crawling around on the floor in one. Rosa stiffened, tried to push her hair back, then gave herself no chance to pause for thought as she walked out into full view of the bullpen.

Her heart pounded in her chest. She kept one hand up to make sure the towel stayed together, and the other at her side for the brief seconds she powerwalked into the bustling middle of the station, heading for Amy's desk.

At least she had a **** glare that dissuaded questions. Still she hated how her hands shook as she pulled open Amy's desk-

And found only a scrap of paper. Not even a handwritten note, it had been typed up and printed out and left in the drawer. 'Nice try,' signed with a 100 emoji.

"Gina," Rosa muttered under her breath.

She still looked in the desk, hurrying as best she could, but as she should have expected there was no sign of either Amy's car keys or apartment keys.

No, this couldn't have been a waste. She did not just walk into the middle of the bullpen in only a towel for nothing!

She faltered for a moment, looking around, even her glare sputtering. Keys, keys-

The best she could think of was to cross back to the edge of the pen, and her own desk. She still kept the towel tightly around her, using her other hand to search.

She didn't see any trace of her clothes; Gina might have been lying, or she'd moved them, like Rosa expected. She swallowed, but at least set upon her own keys.

To her apartment, both further away than Amy's and one she was **** to share the location of, and her vehicle. Which was a motorbike; a far cry from the relative shelter and modesty provided by a car.

She hesitated, still. Well what other plan did they have?!

Her pace quickened yet more as she turned and hurried out of the bullpen, her cheeks burning. Then she stiffened as her quickened pace meant she kicked the towel a little harder, pushing the loose lower edges forward and flashing far more than she wanted of her long, toned leg.

Refusing to make eye contact with anyone, Rosa hurried back to Amy.