What's next?

Back to the station

Prentiss squealed, threw her hands over her naked body, and turned right around, looking for some way to escape. Everywhere she looked, there were more people. Most of them were tourists, and it seemed like all of them had cameras.

"No... Stop..." Prentiss instinctively reached for her FBI badge, which was usually in the pocket of the jacket she was no longer wearing. Unable to demonstrate her status as an agent, all she could do was flee.

Prentiss pushed her way through the crowd, feeling hands against her body, a slap on her backside producing a jiggle, someone she could not see got a handful of her breast.

"There you are!" Prentiss saw JJ approaching from a nearby casino doorway, "I was worried, I've been trying to phone you."

"My phone would be in my pocket, wherever my clothes are." Prentiss replied, trying to cover her entire body at once, an impossible task for only two hands.

"I see. We'd better get back."

"Great idea, where's the car?"

"Oh, I, um, walked."

It seemed like forever until the two of them got back to the police station, but eventually Prentiss sat on a cold table in a lab with unfortunately windows all around her. The woman she had seen earlier, with the cute tooth gap, entered the room.

"Hi, Agent Prentiss. I'm Sara Sidle, I work with the crime lab."

"Hi. Can I help you with something?"

"I've been sent to see if there's anything on you that might give a clue about what happened to you."

"Well, as you can see, there really isn't anything on me."

"Not a stitch." Sara agreed, "But maybe something else..." she reached a pair of tweezers towards Prentiss's head, and plucked something from her hair.

"What is it?" Prentiss squinted at the tweezers.

"A sequin. And unless you picked up a dancing girl headdress while you were out, I think we just got our first clue."