What's next?

The pastry shop

It wasn't easy getting the door open. It took Amy a lot of twisting around to fumble with the handle, all while looking nervously back and forth to make sure nobody was going to walk down the alley and catch her.

She had to concentrate on the facts. Okay. It was true that she was walking around New York with nothing on below the waist. That was bad. But, on the bright side, nobody had actually caught her yet. And if everything went to plan inside the pastry shop, nobody would catch her at all. So that was good.

Yes. Things were looking up for Amy Santiago.

The back room of the pastry shop was full of ingredients, kitchen tools, bags of icing and a huge pink cake sitting in the middle of the floor. Amy frowned as she looked at the cake. There was something funny about it.

But she didn't have time to investigate, because at that exact moment she heard a noise. Footsteps. Coming from inside the pastry shop, towards the back door.

"Hey," she heard a voice call. "Do you reckon I should look in here?"

"The cop on the phone said the prowler might be anywhere. Better check the back room, just to be safe."

Amy gulped.

The door to the alley had closed behind her. She didn't think she could get it open in time. And there was absolutely nowhere to hide in the storeroom. Which meant that she, Amy Santiago, was about to be caught by a random pastry chef, sneaking around his shop without any pants.

Her badge was with her pants. She couldn't identify herself. So he'd call the police, and the police would show up and arrest her and drag her back to the precinct, and march her through the bullpen without any pants on, and the whole squad would see her pussy.

Well, probably not. They'd wrap a blanket around her before they took her anywhere. But it would still be super embarrassing to try to explain. And Captain Holt would be disappointed in her.

And it was going to happen. In just a few seconds.

Unless...

Amy glanced at the cake. She'd just figured something out.