AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is what happens when you listen to the 60s on 6 station on SiriusXM. I heard this song (the 1965 version by The Searchers) and started wondering what such a potion would do to the Legends team. I thought it would be a short one-shot, but it grew and grew… so it will be three chapters, posted every other day.

This is part of my "Lost and Found" 'verse, where Laurel Lance was resurrected and "Destiny" never happened. It's set sometime after "All I want For Christmas Is A New Code Name."

Many thanks to Jael for the beta, and for an interesting observation which I'll tell you about in the end notes to this chapter!

Laurel groaned as she slowly swam up into consciousness. She could only think that being resurrected after a few years of sobriety had taken away all her tolerance for alcohol; she'd only had one glass of that cognac. And not even a full glass at that.

She stretched a little, then froze when her foot touched… another foot? In her bed?

A loud snore brought her fully awake, springing out of the bed and landing in a defensive crouch.

Her movements didn't disturb Mick Rory one bit. He went on snoring.

What the hell?

Yesterday

Ray's helmet clattered to the deck and his jaw dropped when Laurel walked onto the bridge in the disguise Gideon had provided for her mission. Ray's mouth wasn't the only one to fall open; Stein gave Jax an obvious nudge, and the younger man visibly shook himself.

Her sister just grinned at her, saying, "Dad would kill you if he saw you in that dress."

Laurel smiled in return, flipping back a lock of the long red wig that topped off the outfit. "He wouldn't kill me. But he would lock me up."

"And scrub all that makeup off your face," Sara agreed.

"And burn the wig," Laurel added.

"I'd help him," Mick grumbled, prompting a giggle from Laurel and a snort from Len.

"I'm not sure there's enough fabric in that outfit for it to qualify as a dress," Stein said.

Laurel had to admit the professor had a point. The dress was tight, short, red and strapless, a next-to-nothing combination that left next to nothing to the imagination.

"I think I've seen bandages that cover more," Ray said, still staring until Kendra nudged him with her shoulder. He bent to pick up his helmet, then straightened again to ask, "Uh… how the heck is it staying…"

Laurel laughed. "Dress tape. Lots of dress tape."

Rip chuckled. "Well, gentlemen, I think your reactions prove the men in Savage's private club will notice Laurel's figure more than her face. And the wig and the makeup should help protect your identity, Laurel. You're now the only member of the team Savage doesn't know yet, and I'd like to keep it that way for as long as possible."

"I still don't like this idea," Mick said. "Snart and I can break in and find out what Savage has been up to."

"1990 security systems wouldn't be that hard to beat," Len said with a nod.

"If this was 1990 Central City, I would agree with you, Mr. Snart," Rip answered. "But this is Washington, D.C., a town that learned some tough lessons about security with Watergate. The defense department came up with some very advanced systems, and Savage got his hands on one of them through his new contacts. No, a break-in would be too risky. We need to be more subtle."

"That dress ain't subtle," Mick said with a scowl.

"If the dress was subtle it wouldn't work as a distraction," Rip answered. "The subtlety falls to Dr. Palmer and his ATOM suit."

Mick and Len looked at each other with matching eye rolls. Rip ignored them. "Now, mission briefing."

He touched the holo table and some old news footage appeared of people standing on top of the Berlin Wall, the Brandenburg Gate behind it. "This is six months ago," he said. "Savage's network of contacts crumbled with the Berlin Wall, but he's been rebuilding that network at a furious pace."

"Out with the old, in with the new," Jax said.

"Indeed," Rip said. "And the 'new' includes a surprising number of lawmakers and defense department officials." The display changed, showing a collection of official photos of men. All of the men were in suits or uniforms, and most of them were posed in front of an American flag.

"And you want us to find out just how Savage is getting them in his pocket," Laurel said.

"Yes, and hopefully we can figure out a way to get them out of it. The senators in particular. If they stay under his influence, it will kill the Strategic Arms Reduction Treaty with the Soviet Union."

"Meaning the world would remain a nuclear tinderbox," Stein said.

"That's one kind of fire I'll pass on," Mick said.

Len nodded and added, "And I may like the cold, but I'm not so keen on the idea of a nuclear winter."

"Well, Savage is definitely running a boys' club," Kendra said. "Between that and Laurel's dress, I think we can guess how he's doing it."

"Oldest trick in the book," Sara agreed.

Stein shook his head. "I don't think it's that simple," he said, pointing at one of the civilian photos. "That's Congressman Tom Levitt from Ivy Town. I went to rabbinical school with him."

Mick snorted. "Wouldn't be the first time a man of the cloth didn't practice what he preached, Professor."

Stein adjusted his glasses. "Normally I would agree with you, Mr. Rory, but I actually know this man, and I know there's no way he would… indulge the way you're all suggesting. It just doesn't make sense."

"Part of the mission is to make some sense of this," Rip said. "We also want to make sure Savage doesn't manage to add this man to his collection of influential friends."

One of the photos expanded. It showed a man in an Air Force uniform. "Colonel James Sellers of the United States Air Force," Gideon recited.

"And why is he so important?" Laurel asked, studying the photo. The man was blond, blue-eyed and square-jawed, looking like a poster boy for Air Force recruitment with ribbons and medals pinned to his chest.

"It's who he will be that matters," Rip answered. "Ten years from now, he will be the head of America's Strategic Command, the agency in charge of the country's nuclear weapons."

"Not someone Savage should have in his little black book," Len said, leaning forward on the holo table.

Rip pointed at him. "Exactly. Now, Sellers is one of the guests at a fundraising party Savage is hosting at his club this evening. Savage has hired a local modeling agency to provide hostesses. Laurel, you are going in as one of the hostesses, and you'll smuggle Dr. Palmer in with you. While you keep the colonel busy and out of Savage's clutches…"

"I'll snoop around the place and send the images back through the helmet camera I just installed. Easy," Ray finished. He put his helmet on and tipped his head toward Laurel. "All set, Phoenix?"

She smiled. "Party time."

She drives me crazy

Like no one else

She drives me crazy and I can't help myself

Laurel wondered how anyone in this crowd of Washington movers and shakers was able to hear each other over the Fine Young Cannibals blasting over the club's speakers. She also wondered if the music was deafening the team listening in back on the ship.

The room was packed with men in power suits and uniforms, and women in dresses even more abbreviated than hers. Many were gathered around gaming tables, playing blackjack or roulette to raise money for a local veterans' charity.

"Too bad they don't have a baccarat table here," Ray said over the comms. "It would be very James Bond."

"Never mind the entertainment," Len drawled from the Waverider. "Can you not whip your head around quite so much? You're making us all seasick."

"Oh, sorry," Ray said contritely. "Didn't think about that."

"Any sign of Savage or the colonel?" Rip asked.

"I don't see Savage," Ray said. "But… yes, there's the colonel, at one of the blackjack tables. It's just him and the dealer. Go get 'im, Phoenix."

"On it," Laurel answered softly. She wove through the crowd to the table in question.

Sellers looked just like his picture, wearing his dress blue uniform. When she walked up, he was considering the pair of aces before him. He motioned to the dealer to give him another card, and got a ten of clubs. He glanced at the ten of hearts before the dealer, sighed and motioned for one more card.

It was another ten. "House wins," the dealer announced, sweeping up the cards and Sellers' chips. Sellers gave Laurel a wry smile. "I've never been very good at this game," he said. "But at least I'm losing for a good cause." He extended a hand. "Jim Sellers."

Laurel gave it a polite shake as she slid onto one of the benches. "I'm Dinah," she said. "You should have split your hand."

When he gave her a confused look, she said, "It's a side rule in blackjack. If you have two cards of the same value, you can split them into two separate hands. You have to double your bet when you do that…"

"But that would increase my chances of breaking even, and give me two chances to win, right?"

Laurel nodded. "Right! Now, you had two aces, so you could have split them and you wouldn't have gone bust with those extra cards."

"I'd've won twice instead."

"Exactly. And since the house is matching all winnings for the charity, it would have been even better for your good cause."

Sellers chuckled. "Fantastic. Know any other good side rules?"

Laurel gave him a big smile. "I know all of them."

He slid some chips over to her. "Then teach me." He looked at the dealer. "Buddy, let's go another round."

On the Waverider, Len raised an eyebrow at Sara. "You never told me your sister was a card sharp too."

She grinned. "Only with blackjack. I can take her in poker or gin any day, and I don't even have to cheat."

"We'll have to get a game up. After this mission."

Rip gave an irritated rumble. "Let's get through the mission first, all right? Dr. Palmer, how's the snooping around going?"

Ray had already been through the coatroom, the kitchen and a storage room without finding anything interesting. "I'm heading upstairs now," he said.

His video feed was being projected through the holo table. He was ascending a mahogany staircase, which led to a long hallway lined with doors on either side.

"So, what's going on behind those closed doors?" Sara wondered aloud.

"Let's take a look," Ray said, and flew through the keyhole of one of them.

Jaws dropped again around the holo table. Stein put his hand to his forehead with a little groan and turned away from the projection.

"Hey, isn't that Congressman Lawson from Central City?" Kendra asked.

"You mean Congressman Law-and-Order?" Mick replied.

"Hard to tell when he's naked," Jax said with a wide-eyed stare.

"It's Lawson," Len declared with a nod. "That nose gives him away."

Kendra made a face. "I served him once at Jitters. He seemed so nice. I wouldn't think he could be so…"

"Creative?" Len suggested.

"Flexible?" Sara offered.

"How about perverted?" Stein snapped, still facing away from the table.

"Oh, I don't know, professor," Len said, leaning forward to study the image. "He's showing some real 'outside the box' thinking here. We need more of that in Washington." He leaned back again as Jax choked back a laugh. "Guess I'll have to vote for him next time."

"You're an escaped felon, Mr. Snart!" Stein sputtered. "You and Mr. Rory aren't even eligible to vote!"

"Even if I could vote, you all ignored me when I said I didn't like this plan," Mick grumbled. "If you haven't noticed yet, the woman Lawson is with is one of the so-called hostesses from the so-called modeling agency."

Stein whirled around. "Good heavens. So 'modeling agency' is a euphemism for…"

"Call girl ring," Rip finished. "For pity's sake, Dr. Palmer, look somewhere else, will you? And Laurel, whatever you do, don't go upstairs with the colonel. Keep him at the blackjack table."

They didn't expect Laurel to actually answer them. But they also didn't expect the voice they heard coming over her audio feed.

"I don't believe I've seen you before. I am Anton Hastor. This is my club."

"Oh, no," Kendra breathed.

Sara's eyes widened. "That's Savage!"

AUTHOR'S END NOTE: Something interesting caught by Jael. There actually was a Colonel James M. Sellers in the US Marine Corps in WWI. He went on to become the president of Wentworth Military Academy.

Really.

And I knew none of this when I named the character! I came up with it by altering the name of a former Joint Chief of Staff!