"Can't we just shoot it?" Jo yearned for the days of simpler problems, of being able to pull out one of her favorite guns, wrestle a problem to the ground, and drag it (well, okay, usually him,) off in handcuffs.

"We'd have to break into the Pentagon for that." Zane looked as if he might be considering it.

"The cameras are motion- and sound-sensitive," said Fargo slowly. "They start in response to action, but then they continue running for a few minutes. When you both left the office, the cameras would have kept running."

"If we make a loop of that footage…" Zane got Fargo's meaning immediately and turned back to his laptop. But then he paused and shook his head. "I was waiting in Jo's office for at least half an hour. I can make a loop long enough to cover it, but it's still going to look suspicious. The cameras don't record an empty office for that long."

"We might get away with it," Fargo started to pace. "It could be a glitch in the cameras, or maybe a loud noise nearby setting them off."

"Double-bluff," said Jo suddenly. "Can you mess up the sound on the real footage? Just distort it a little, so the words aren't clear?"

"Sure, but-" Zane shook his head, not understanding what she was suggesting.

"Make the loop of the empty office, and substitute it for the real footage, but leave the garbled video behind. If someone gets suspicious and goes looking, they'll find the video. They'll watch it, think they understand why the cover-up, and either drop it or try to find out who made the switch. I'll get fired but that's better than being sanctioned for time travel."

She started nodding, "It'll work. As long as they can't understand what we're saying, there's no real problem. But if they think they know why the switch was made, they'll stop looking. And let's face it, the this-universe Jo would never want that video to be seen."

Zane started to grin, "Loving the criminal instincts, Jo-jo. You're awfully good at this for someone so straight-edged."

Fargo, eyebrows raised, was looking back and forth between the two of them. "So, what exactly is on the video?" Abruptly he waved his hand, as if erasing the question. "No, no, never mind, I don't want to know."

"They won't fire you, anyway, Jo." Zane's fingers were flying over his keyboard again. "I'll get blamed for it, and you can throw me in jail for a couple of days." He looked up at her and teased, "But you get to keep me company there. It's the least you can do."

"Oh, God," Fargo sat down on the couch again and picked up his tablet. "I'm going to have to watch you two get goopy again, aren't I? It was bad enough the first time."

Goopy? Jo and Zane's faces held almost identical expressions of dismay.