Capture

Prentiss and Sara had been given white crime scene overalls to wear, and both of them joined the police as they raided the Golden Caboose casino, although waited in the car. Prentiss fidgeted in her seat, the rough material harsh against her bare skin.

"I don't believe it." Sara said, looking out of the window of the squad car at a brightly lit building, the sign in the shape of a railway car. "I completely forgot this place existed."

"And we were here a few hours ago." Prentiss added.

Chan came out of the casino, leading a group of cops, she caught Prentiss' eye and shook her head. She came up to the window to explain,

"Not in there, the owner said he called in sick tonight."

"So he's somewhere else in Vegas." Sara sighed.

"Wait, those church girls," Prentiss said, thinking, "they didn't come to the casino. They said they were at an apartment building a few miles away. They must have stumbled across a home address."

"I'm on it." Chan took out her phone.

Fifteen minutes later, someone had contacted the girls for the apartment building they had been to, Prentiss phoned Garcia and cross-referenced this against people employed by the casino, and the police were on their way to the home of Paul Simonson, better known as Mesmero.

Again, due to their state of undress, Prentiss and Sara waited in the car.

Two minutes after the police had disappeared into the building, the women saw a man sneaking around the corner. He was wearing tuxedo trousers, a dress shirt and an undone bowtie, and carrying a white mask with a purple jewel.

"Wait, is that..." Sara began, but Prentiss was already opening the car door.

"Freeze, FBI!" she called.

"Why would you shout, when that just makes them run?" Sara wondered, watching Mesmero take off, and Prentiss chase after him.

Prentiss chased her quarry away from the building and towards a street of stores, heading to the strip.

The overall she was wearing was designed to protect a crime scene, keeping evidence from being contaminated by the person inside, but it was not intended for anything strenuous. As Prentiss ran and pumped her arms holes opened up under both sleeves, but a bigger problem was the strain from her legs moving, which caused the backside of the suit to split, revealing Prentiss' bare behind, and the split continued moving between her legs and up the front, starting to reveal something worse for her.

Mesmero ducked into an alleyway, Prentiss followed and saw him vault over a chainlink fence. She followed him, the suit snagging on the top as she went, tearing large holes across it as she landed.

Mesmero dashed into the next street but skidded on the turn and Prentiss was right behind him. She tackled him to the ground and pulled his arms behind his back, pinning him.

She reached to her waist for handcuffs and as she realised she had none, she also realised her overalls were completely shredded, to little more than a pair of sleeves, barely holding on to frayed rags.

Mesmero was arrested and Prentiss and JJ set off back for Quantico, Prentiss dreaming of getting back to a wardrobe full of clothes at her apartment.

At the jail, Officer Macintyre was on duty. A newly-qualified officer, the redheaded girl was eager to prove herself to her colleagues, so had agreed to work this shift alone.

"Hey! Hey, anyone there?" she heard shouting from the third cell along, the prisoner they had brought in that afternoon. Macintyre got up from her desk and walked down to see what he wanted.

"Can I have my mask back?" the man asked, leaning on the barred cell door.

"The mask you used to hypnotise girls into stripping for you?" Macintyre smiled without humour, "Not a chance!"

"The mask I used?" Mesmero also smiled, "Do none of you know anything about hypnotism? Why on earth would I need some garish prop to do it?"

The next shift came on duty three hours later. Macintyre smiled at them from her desk.

"Evening, guys."

"Ma... Macintyre? What's going on?" the one in the lead exclaimed, looking around, "Why's the door of cell three open?"

"I have no idea." Macintyre shrugged, still smiling. And apparently unaware that she was completely nude.