Briefing

"Four women between the ages of nineteen and twenty-five," JJ began, handing a file to Prentiss. The file was open to the first page, which showed four photographs of attractive women. "all shown up on the Las Vegas strip within the last two weeks, stripped naked."

"Naked?"

"Totally. And none of them could remember how they got there. Each in turn was arrested for indecent exposure, but none have any priors and they all told the same story."

"That they remember nothing? Not much of a story."

"But none of them could come up with anything at all, which is more telling than of a few had different details. Las Vegas PD asked us to come in, see if we could get some more information about them, figure out if this is some sort of prank or if someone's behind it all."

"Great. Anyone else joining us?"

"No, they felt it's a simple enough case for you to look into, and I'll work with the press and see if I can spare the girls some embarrassment."

"Speaking of embarrassment, have you got your go-bag with you? I could do with a new pair of pants."

"Sorry," JJ shrugged, "it was a last-minute call, I've only got the clothes I'm wearing."

"I'll give you a hundred bucks for your pants."

"Not a chance!"

The sun was starting to set as the agents arrived at the police station, not that it made much difference in Vegas; as the natural light faded, the artificial lights increased to balance it out.

Prentiss and JJ made their way into the building, past reception and down a corridor to a bull pen, and then towards a corner office. Prentiss felt someone come up behind her.

"Hey, your pants have ripped." Prentiss turned to see a young woman with short dark hair, dressed in cargo pants, t-shirt and a CSI jacket. When the woman smiled it showed a distinct gap between her two front teeth that Prentiss couldn't help but find cute.

"Oh, yeah, little accident." Prentiss replied, "Hopefully I can find somewhere to buy a new pair soon."

She realised JJ had already entered the office and she hurried after her, to find an asian woman standing behind a desk.

"Denise Chan, I'm running the case of the naked women." the woman said, shaking hands before the three of them sat. As she reached her chair, Prentiss wriggled uncomfortably against springs poking through the thin material.

"So, you know about the four girls so far," Chan said, "If it's the same pattern, we're expecting another one tonight."

Prentiss was still squirming, a spring was poking her in the back. She saw JJ give her a funny look, and she attempted to keep still, slightly painful though it was.

"Why a Friday?" she asked.

"The other four were on Fridays and Saturdays." Chan replied, "I wish I knew why, but we're drawing a blank here."

"Can I talk to the girls? There's ways I can try and recover their missing memories."

"Sure, I've given them a call, and Louisa Hancock is in an interview room waiting." Chan stood to leave, Prentiss and JJ also stood.

RIP!

Prentiss' jacket and blouse did not. Having got snagged on the springs of the chair, Prentiss left them behind when she stood, reducing the clothing on her top half to a simple grey bra with a pink lace trim.

She froze for a moment, and then grabbed at her clothing, attempting to free it from the chair. It did not move, but did produce some worrying ripping noises.

"Er... Could I maybe get a shirt first?"

"And some pants." suggested Chan, gesturing towards the split rear seam.