They're not buying it.

"It's a trap. Linetti's not going to let us off that easy."

"Are you sure?"

"I know how she thinks. She's devious. She's going to string us along for as long as she can." Rosa scowled, her clenched fists pressed tightly against her naked thighs, trying not to think about what had just happened. She was Rosa Diaz, the toughest cop in the precinct, and she'd just been tricked into flashing some hapless rookie whose name she didn't even know. "Damnit! She's never going to let us live this down."

"What do we do?"

"We can't stay here."

"Why not?"

"She'll have thought of that. The rookie is probably telling everyone in the precinct right now. We have to leave some time, and when we do they'll be waiting outside with cameras."

"We've only got one towel. You want me to ride home naked?"

"You want to wait around until Captain Holt shows up?"

Amy's adorable cheeks flushed bright red at the thought of being lectured by Holt, before the whole precinct, with nothing on but the towel she was currently wearing. "He can't find out about this! What are we going to do?"

"We're not sitting naked in the bullpen. We're not riding home naked. We're not waiting around here. We're going to beat Gina at her own game. No matter what it takes."

Amy took a step back. She didn't like the way Rosa was looking at her. The other detective was intimidating even on a good day, but right now she looked about as scary as it was possible for a beautiful naked Latina to look. "What do you mean? No matter what it takes?"

"She's got to be lurking around here somewhere. She wouldn't miss the sight of me walking through the bullpen in a towel."

"So?"

"So, one of us makes a distraction. The other one sneaks around and grabs her while she's laughing. Then we take her clothes, duct-tape her up in a public place and post the pictures to her Instagram."

Amy gulped. "Can't we just find some spare clothes somewhere and call it a day?"

"Do you want this to go on forever? Because if you don't stand up to her now it'll go on forever."

"But do we have to duct-tape her up? Can't we just put a whoopee cushion on her chair, or something fun like that?"

"The duct-taping thing works. Trust me."

Amy took another step back. Rosa was advancing on her, looking scarier by the second. "You've forgotten one thing, Rosa. Only one of us can have the towel. So how can the other one make a distraction?"

"You know, Amy, I consider you a good friend. But all's fair in love and prank war."

"That's the distraction, isn't it?"

"Yep."