Pete saw Agent Belsky's car as he walked out of the cafe, stolen pie still in hand.
"Hey, Lattimer! Want a ride?" Belsky smiled mischievously at the Warehouse agent.
"Sure, I just grabbed a pie for us. Sorry, I ate all the pizza."
"Well, we'll have to go get some on our way then... wait, did you steal that delicious-and-strangely-sexy-looking pie from the cafe?"
"Umm, sort of."
"Well, I don't blame you. That is one fine-looking pie. Just don't let the CPP catch you."
"The CPP?"
"Chicago Pastry Police. They can be real assholes sometimes."
"Aw, they can't be that bad. You just have to know how to deal with those guys."
MEANWHILE, AT CPP HEADQUARTERS...
A uniformed CPP officer was in an interrogation room with a suspect.
"So, what are you in here for?"
"Um... I think you told me I stole a cinnamon roll from a bakery?"
"Shut up, I'm the one talking here. Now... tell me how you were able to do it, or I will eat this caramel walnut sticky bun right in front of you. And you won't have any of it. Start talking."
"I didn't do it, I swear! Please, I want some of that sticky bun!"
The officer took a bite of the sticky bun. "You were saying?" the officer replied smoothly, his mouth full of caramelly goodness.
"I – I don't know what you're talking about. Why? WHY?!" he shouted as the officer ate the last of the sticky bun.
"Well, I guess you didn't do it. Get out of here."
The former suspect walked out of the room, sobbing. The receptionist came in. "Officer, sorry to bother you, but we have a pie thief on the loose. You may want to call in reinforcements."
"What's the suspect's name?"
"Agent Peter Lattimer. He was burned by the CIA, so watch out."
"I will."
AT GIORDANO'S, A PIZZA PLACE IN CHICAGO...
"I love this pizza!" Belsky said. "And to be honest, Pete, I think I like you."
"Me too."
Belsky started leaning over to Pete. "The pizza, or me?"
"Both."
"God, that turns me on..."
Pete and Agent Belsky started kissing passionately. They switched to kissing the pizza for a while, then to kissing each other. They repeated this process for about an hour, with other patrons watching the spectacle and wondering what the hell was going on.
At that moment, they heard sirens from outside. Three CPP officers came in.
"Is that..."
"Yep, it's the CPP. We're pretty much screwed."
"Not if I can help it." Pete said. He drew his Tesla, set it to low power, and shot the three CPP officers with small jolts of lightning. They were unconscious.
"And that should do it. Sorry, I didn't get your first name..." Pete then discovered that she had left as soon as the CPP showed up.
At that point, he realized he should probably call Myka to see how she was doing with the other stakeout. He buzzed her on the Farnsworth.
"Pete? I have a suspect, he was one of the robbers I caught. He and his friends were about to rob the bank I staked out."
"Well, you had more luck than me..."
"Let me guess, your 'stakeout' was more of a pizza date."
"Yes, Mrs. Sherlock, it was."
"And you got caught by the CPP, at which point Belsky ran out."
"...Yeah."
Myka grinned inwardly. "Well, Dr. Watson, we have work to do."
"Indeed. Let's get to it."