The walk back.

Rosa tugged at her hem. She was wearing a grey hoodie, a couple of sizes too small for her, emblazoned with the words "I Got Pranked By Gina Linetti!" and a picture of Gina's grinning face. Amy was wearing the same thing. Neither of them was wearing anything else. They had to keep the hoodies held down if they didn't want their lack of pants to become obvious to everyone in the street. Though, judging by the number of wolf-whistles and camera flashes they were attracting, it was fairly obvious already.

"We are never," she said darkly, "speaking of this ever, ever again."

"I don't even want to speak of it now." Amy's face was flaming red, and she stared at the ground as she shuffled along, the fabric tugged down as far as it could go over her adorably pert bare ass. Which wasn't quite far enough. "At... at least it's stopped raining, right?"

"We go back to the station, we get our keys, we go home, and we forget this ever happened. So does everyone else, if they know what's good for them."

"What about that thing?" Amy nodded to the camera drone, which had re-emerged and was following them from a safe distance. Rosa scowled at it. She wanted to flip it off, but that would mean exposing her own perfectly toned posterior, which still stung from the spanking her ex-girlfriend had delivered. She hoped it wasn't too red. She couldn't stand the thought of the whole world knowing that she and Amy had gotten their asses spanked, in addition to having their pants taken away. "What if Gina's putting our pictures online?"

"She wouldn't dare."

"She dared to do everything else, right?"

"I'll handle Gina. You think about how you're going to handle Holt."

"W-what?"

"He's going to want to know why you walked into the bullpen naked."

"You made me do that! Anyway, won't he ask why you ran naked down the fire escape?"

"He didn't see me do that. And he has no idea how to use social media. He'll probably never find out. If he does, I'll just tell him I was chasing a subject."

"Naked?"

"I'm very dedicated to my job. What are you going to say, Little Miss Teacher's Pet?"

"Uh," said Amy, as they rounded a busy corner and a gust of wind snatched at their hoodies, making them cling even harder to the cloth. A passing cyclist grinned at them, and a nun made the sign of the cross. She had absolutely no idea. "I'll think of something."

"Jake's never going to let you live it down."

"He's my husband. He sees me naked all the time."

"He'll still think it's hilarious." Rosa allowed herself a small grin. "He'll be telling the story for years to come. Feels good to be right about that, at least."

A much stronger gust of wind grabbed their hoodies and blew them up around the two detectives' waists, exposing their beautiful bottoms and pretty pussies to a glass-fronted restaurant full of tourists. Rosa shrieked and bolted for the safety of the nearest bus shelter, with Amy close on her heels. She wasn't going to forgive this. Linetti was going to pay. Right after she'd gotten her pants back.