9:13 on a Friday night when Jack Frost blew through the precinct, stirring Dick's papers, rustling his thoughts and cooling his tootsies. It's the sort of night that can bring an incredibly hot, steamy and paper-thin Dame in to lend a hand. Instead, he got Regina. All curves and body, with a mind as sharp as a tack and a lead so hot Dick could melt, weren't it for Jack Frost and his cold, cold breeze. Is Dick one step closer to finding the killer? We can only wait and see.