Title: Black or Red

Author: Becky (anonyme@lisco.com)

Feedback: OH YEAH!!!!!!!!!! Gotta love feedback!

Summary: What happens when Sydney goes to change?

Spoilers: Phase One

Rating: PG-13

Distribution: SD-1 boards, FF.net, and Cover Me. Anyone else, please ask, I'll probably say yes.

Disclaimer: I don't own the characters. They belong to JJ and Co. I'm just playing with them for a bit and will return them when I'm done.

Author's Note: This came from an idea that there is no way that Sydney was quiet while she was changing into the red lingerie. Thanks to Jude and Jen for convincing me that I needed to go ahead and write it and for putting up with seeing this paragraph by paragraph on IM. You guys are the best!

Just to be on the safe side, please don't be eating or drinking anything while reading this. Your keyboard or monitor might not like the results.

Becky

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Black or Red---------------


Put on the red one...
Nacor's words echo through my head as I saunter out of the room. Once in the hall, I smack the riding crop hard against the wall, wishing it was Nacor's head.

"Put on the red one," I mutter sarcastically as I stomp back to bathroom where I'm allowed to change. I slam the crop down on the edge of the sink, satisfied when I see that I've broken the damn thing.

"Syd, you need to calm down a bit."

Leaning against the sink, I take a deep breath. Normally, the sound of Vaughn's voice would be enough to calm me, but not tonight. I glance up at the mirror, knowing that Vaughn and Weiss can see me. "I need to 'calm down'? Damn it Vaughn, I'm standing here in less than I normally wear to bed and you're telling me to CALM DOWN?"

"Well there goes that particular fantasy..."

"Shut up, Eric," I hear Vaughn say.

I glare at the mirror. "I can hear you. You know that, right, Weiss?"

"Hey, it isn't my fantasy," Weiss states, trying to defend himself.

If I didn't think it would leave a mark, I'd be hitting my head on the sink right about now. As it is, I get to listen to Vaughn "reminding" Eric about what he can and cannot talk about. Apparently what I wear to bed is only one of many topics that have been discussed.

I remove the sheer black robe and reach behind me and start to unhook the bra. I have the right strap down when I hear Vaughn shouting at me. "What?" I ask as I look in the mirror, letting the left strap fall around my elbow.

"Mirror," he states simply, his voice a bit strained.

"What about it?"

"Syd, you're looking at it."

What am I, stupid? "Yes, Vaughn, I realize that. So?" After waiting for a moment for Vaughn to say something, anything, I give up. I'm just about to finish taking it off when Weiss tries to clarify Vaughn's statement.

"Jesus, I can't believe I'm doing this. Sydney, what Vaughn is trying to tell you, wordlessly, I might add, is that we can see you." After a minute, he adds, "Nice mole, by the way."

I look back up in the mirror, my jaw dropping open. It takes less than a second for me to step away, but when I do, I hear two very different reactions. Vaughn whispers thank you and Weiss mutters something about being an idiot.

I drop the bra to the floor and I'm about to turn off the feed when I change my mind. No reason why I have to be the only one suffering here. I kick the shoes off, my feet grateful to be out of the uncomfortable things, if only for a moment.

Unsnapping the garters, I take my time rolling the stockings down my legs, making sure that Vaughn and Weiss can see my progress. I know it's working when I hear Vaughn mutter something. Okay, so it wasn't so much muttering as it was groaning.

Now it's time for some real fun. Slipping the black panties off, I make sure they can see me kicking them across the room.

"Oh God..."

I smile to myself, relaxing for the first time since I set foot on this damned plane. Poking my head in front of the mirror, I ask, "Vaughn? Is everything ok?"

"Sydney, you are an evil woman," Weiss answers instead. "And Vaughn, that is just sick. You are worse than your damned mutt."

"What?" I ask as I lean closer to the mirror, making sure they can see my bare shoulders, but nothing more.

"You should see him. His tongue is hanging out and he's drooling over everything. Jesus man, would you stop drooling over the equipment? Next thing I know, he's going to be licking the monitor."

I hear something hit the ground, and from the muffled curses, I'm assuming it's Weiss. I pull back a little, just to give Vaughn something more to look at. "Now boys, play nice," I chide as I hold the red set up to the mirror.

As I step into the panties, I can't help muttering about the injustice of all of this.

"Syd, you need to hurry up a little. Nacor might start to wonder what is taking so long."

"Syd, you need to hurry up," I mock. "Yeah right..." I pause for a moment as I slip into the bra. Adjusting the straps, I look back into the mirror. "You know, just once, I would like to see Dixon have to do something like this. But no, he never has to parade around in a speedo."

"Hey, what about Vaughn?" Weiss asks.

"What about him?"

"Well you know, each time you have to wear something skimpy, he gets to just lounge around in his suit. Maybe he's the one who needs to be parading around in the speedo."

"Weiss would you shut up!"

I know I'm staring into the mirror, but I can't help it. The image Weiss has just planted in my head is too much. Gripping the edges of the sink, I lower my head and take a deep breath, trying not to laugh. Now I don't think the sight of Vaughn in a speedo is funny. Actually, it's something I've wondered, no dreamed, about from time to time, but at this particular moment, it just seems so absurd that I finally do start laughing.

"Syd, is everything okay?"

I look back at the mirror, tears running down my face as I begin to shake from trying to hold my laughter in check.

"Oh man, this is so not good. She's laughing at the thought of you in a speedo."

"SHUT UP!" Vaughn screams at his friend and I'm really wishing I could see them right now.

I take a couple of nice deep breaths and I'm able to regain control. Turning on the cold water, I grab a wash cloth that is on the rack and get it wet. After ringing it out, I place it against my eyes, letting the coolness soothe them.

I grab the eye drops I stuck in my bag and place a couple in each eye, knowing that if I went back to Nacor with red eyes, an explanation might be in order. And that was one thing I didn't want to try and explain.

Dropping the bottle back in the bag, I then step back in front of the mirror, allowing Vaughn and Weiss to see me. All of me. "So, what do you think?"

"It looks great, but I thought the black one was perfect," Vaughn says.

"Yeah, he did," Weiss confirms. "In fact, he called Nacor a son-of-a-bitch when he said that he wanted to see the red one."

"Really?" I ask, comforted by what Eric has just said about Vaughn's reaction.

"Oh and just for the record, I really like the red one."

I shake my head at Weiss's response. Looking into the mirror one last time, I sigh. "Weiss, I'm am going to kick your ass when we land. You know that, right?"

"You can try. You can always try."

I turn to leave, figuring that he knows he's gonna get it when I see him next, but I stop. I lean closer to the mirror, pressing my lips to the glass. I then step back, pleased with the impression of my lips on the mirror. "Thanks."

As I leave the bathroom and go back toward Nacor's bedroom, I smile to myself. I know Vaughn is probably confused by what I've just done, but I'm fairly certain he'll figure it out later. Hopefully without Weiss's help.