"So, what have we got here?" Ramirez lit a cigar as she got out of her car and jogged over to Shakira's hot-pink Humvee. Shakira sat in the passenger seat with the door open, her feet resting on the curb, slumped forward with her hand on her forehead. Otto sat on the sidewalk, leaning against the front of a convenience store. Beside him was a man in a hoodie sprawled on the pavement.

"That the guy?" Enrique said as he and Hiro followed Ramirez.

Shakira glanced up, nodded, and thrust her phone into her pocket with a disgusted grunt. "Nearly an hour I've been waiting on hold with the police."

"Well, we'll take care of it." Ramirez puffed on her cigar and took a zip-tie from her jacket pocket. "What happened, exactly?"

"He just came out of nowhere and grabbed me." Shakira shuddered, stood, and crossed her arms over her chest.

"Was that ever a mistake." Otto grinned and shook his head. "She took him out with two hits. Sexiest thing I've ever seen."

Shakira muttered something under her breath and leaned against her Humvee. "I'd like to head home, but I assume I have to turn in a report on this."

"Yep. You can follow us to HQ and we'll file it after we stick this guy into a cell. Should only take a few minutes."

"Okay. I guess we'll …"

The would-be mugger moaned and pushed himself up. He looked around, gasped, and shoved his hand under his coat.

Otto flicked his hand toward the mugger. Ramirez caught a glimpse of a stun-gun before Otto casually jammed it into the guy's neck. A sound like a bug zapper filled the air and the mugger convulsed and pitched forward onto his face. Smirking, Otto tucked the stun-gun back into his pocket.

"I've been making sure he stays put."

"Ah. Well. Okay, then." Ramirez arched an eyebrow at Enrique. He snickered and leaned over to search the mugger for weapons. When he finished, Ramirez bound the guy's wrists and Enrique hauled him to her car.

A belching sound erupted from one of Otto's cargo pockets. He dug his phone out, glanced at the screen, and his jaw dropped. "What … the hell?"

"If it's more of those drawings you were talking about last night," Shakira grumbled, walking around to the driver's side, "I don't want to hear about it."

"It's not." He shook his head slowly and pointed his thumb over his shoulder. "Looks like a video clip from a certain convenience store's security camera has found its way onto the show's message board."

Shakira froze with one foot in the Humvee. "What? You mean the store we just left?"

"Yep. Three guesses which cashier did it and the first two don't count."

Ramirez opened the back door and waited for Enrique to shove the mugger inside. She glanced over her shoulder and frowned. "Do I wanna know?"

"No!" Shakira shook her head and waved her hands. "I wish I didn't know."

"Eh, some dipshit came into the store while we were shopping and flashed us." Otto shrugged. "So I flashed him back. Guess the security camera caught it."

"Uh, what?" Ramirez stared at him and her cigar almost fell out of her mouth.

"And now the dumb prick behind the counter appears to have posted it online." Otto fired a glare in the general direction of the store's front window. "Motherfucker."

"Well, it's not like you've got anything to be ashamed of." Shakira winced and rubbed a hand over her face. "I mean … never mind. Let's just go." She got in and slammed the door.

"Fair enough." Otto grinned, pocketed the phone, stood and dusted his pants off.

Ramirez turned to Enrique. "Did I really hear that?"

"Yeah. Caught me by surprise, but once I gave it some thought, I realized it shouldn't have. I mean, this is Otto we're talking about. Of course he'd flash the flasher."

"True." She sighed, made sure the back doors were locked, and got into her car. If that kid wasn't so fixated on Shakira, I'd never let my daughter get within ten miles of him, let alone the same house.

She waited for Enrique to get in beside the mugger and Hiro to take the shotgun seat. She pointed her cigar at the passenger door and said, "Hey, watch your tail."

"Oh, thanks." Hiro pulled his tail into the car before closing the door. "That would've been the third time today I've shut a door on it."

She chuckled and patted his shoulder. Once everyone had buckled up, she started the engine and eased away from the curb, glancing into the rearview mirror to be sure Shakira was following her.

Her phone released a giggle -– her daughter's ringtone. She took the phone out and held it to her mouth like a walkie-talkie. "What's up?"

"Text message from Kim," the phone said. "Message sent to multiple recipients."

"Read it." Ramirez kept her eyes on the traffic ahead.

"Message as follows: 'OMG U gotta see this.' There is a file attached."

Ramirez grimaced and handed the phone over to Hiro. "Please tell me that's not the video Otto mentioned."

He tapped a knuckle on the screen to load the video. His brow ridges shot upward. "Sorry, Lola, I think it is. And … wow."

"Okay, curiosity is about to kill another cat." Enrique leaned forward for a closer look at the image. "Yeah, that could be considered a choking hazard."

"Please stop talking." She grabbed the phone. "Delete message and attachment."

"Are you sure you wish to delete current message and attachment?"

"Yes! Delete with extreme prejudice!"

"Confirmed. Message and attachment deleted."

She grumbled and slipped the phone back into her pocket.

"Just what I need," Enrique muttered. "I feel so inadequate all of a sudden. Fuck my life."

"Jesus."

"Seriously, by the time he's an adult, it'll be the size of a summer sausage. I'm talkin' the foot-long kind."

"Shut the fuck up." She snorted. Did not need that image in my head. "Fuckin' prick," she added, trying to remain stern but unable to stop a brief laugh slipping out.

"I can see why Shakira can't stay away from him. If I were a woman, I'd want that inside me, too." He snickered.

"More than you'd want to avoid doing time for statutory rape?" Goddamn it. It'll take a can of thermite to get this out of my head now.

"Look who's talking." Enrique grinned. "I never would've pegged you for the cougar type."

She scowled at him in the rearview mirror and flicked a look at Hiro. Hiro shook his head quickly and held his hands up.

"I'm staying out of this one."

Enrique laughed. "Smart kid."

"It wasn't exactly our choice. But … fair point, I guess." Ramirez sighed and pointed her thumb at the man beside Enrique. "Whatever. Let's just get this sorry fucker locked up so we can get back to work."