DISCLAIMER: Miss Parker, Jarod, Broots, Syd, Daddy Parker, et al. are all STOLEN. Yes, I'm a character thief. I feel awful, really I do.

SUMMARY: Miss Parker renews her membership with the Mile High Club.

RATING: NC-17

EPISODE SPOILERS: None

CLASSIFICATIONS: PWP, f/f slash, MP/O

AUTHORS NOTES: Just another crazy little brainchild. Promise. OH YES! Thousands of thanks to my beta-editor Cyndi. She's the best ever.

"So Syd, you're saying that my father, Mr. Raines, whoever...is giving me a vacation? They're just gonna let me go for two weeks?" Miss Parker asked, skepticism apparent in her tone.

Sydney glanced up from his book. "Yes, Miss Parker...that's exactly it."

"New Year's in Rome. Oh that's a crock a shit the size of Texas and you know it. What's the catch?" Miss Parker asked with a snort.

"Well, if there is one, which I highly doubt there is, I don't know. Why can't you just take this at face value and enjoy your time off, Miss Parker?" Miss Parker could be so frustrating for Sydney sometimes. He sighed with light exasperation before returning to his manuscript.

"Sydney, nothing can be taken at face value in this place. No, no...they're up to something. They just want me out of the way..." She paused to light a cigarette. "As usual."

"Then why aren't they sending myself and Broots away as well?" Sydney asked, trying his best to convince Miss Parker that this was an honest matter. As far as he knew, it was.

"Hmm...because you people have the skills of a belt sander?"

Sydney laughed aloud at Miss Parker's remarks. He'd often wondered where the things she said came from. He'd never bothered to ask.

"Miss Parker..." Broots voice came chirping from the other side of the room. "A belt sander is quite useful around--"

"Broots," Miss Parker snapped, "why are you here and what can I do to change that?" Broots ducked as a cloud of cigarette smoke came floating his way. "Yeah, you'd better run..." Miss Parker barred her teeth at the fleeing Broots.

"Just go, Miss Parker," Broots continued as he ran. "You can call me everyday. I'll call you. Whatever. If anything out of the ordinary happens while you're gone, you'll know as soon as possible. I promise, everything will be fine. Just go and try to relax for a while."

"Alright Broots, I'm going...but if anything freaky happens while I'm gone...your ass is grass."

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After spending an hour trying to decide how to get her 9mm past a metal detector without help from her employers, Miss Parker finally gave up. She left the gun in her closet and continued packing. She'd never been to Rome before and knew nothing of the weather, so she took everything from bikinis to fur-lined coats. The things she didn't need could be sent back, anyway. She silently hoped for bikini weather. Her designer suits, while expensive and well-made, were beginning to make her wish she'd been a topless dancer or a figure skater. Something with less...clothes.

When Miss Parker arrived at the airport, her heart sank as she read her ticket vouchers for the first time. Commercial. Those cheap-ass bastards were sending her commercial. Her heart nearly fell through her left foot when she found her seat. It was the last one before the stewardess' cabin, nestled neatly right next to the engine. Not only was she to receive the distinct pleasure of an earache, but she stood the greatest chance of being covered in flying food in the event of some inevitable turbulence. The only plus? She was the closest to the alcoholic beverages. She was already in need of a scotch.

She'd taken the window seat for some reason. She hated flying, really, and had no desire to look down. However, she felt more isolated against the wall of the plane than in the aisle. It was much more comfortable. She waited patiently for the inevitable. She tried to guess what the person who would be sitting next to her would look like. Probably some fat, smelly guy that would try to feel her up. She really wished she'd brought her gun. Her eyes widened as tall brunette stalked down the asile in her direction. She had to be an Italian returning home. Her hair was black, as were her eyes, and her skin was a caramel brown. She came closer and closer, and finally sat down...beside Miss Parker.

"Hello," the woman said. Her English was perfect, no accent. She was American.

"Hi." Miss Parker gave her a guarded smile before turning her attention back to the window. There was a beautiful woman sitting next to her and she was looking out a window. Clever.

"I'm glad you took the window seat," the brunette said. "I'm terrified of flying." Miss Parker turned and smiled. Her voice was smooth and deep. She liked it.

"Oh, I'm frightened, too." Miss Parker stopped as she realized that she'd never told anyone she was frightened before. "I, uh, I just feel more comfortable over here."

"Ah, I understand. You don't like being seen. You like your privacy. If I weren't so scared, I'd be over there too," the woman said with a smile.

Miss Parker unintentionally read a small amount of subtext into the woman's last comment before speaking. "My name is Parker," she said. "What's yours?"

"Lucy," the woman answered. Miss Parker smiled again. Lucy...cute. She was about to speak again but was cut off as the captain began to speak. Both women already had their seatbelts on and their carry-ons stored, so they resumed their conversation.

"You traveling on business?" Lucy asked as she tightened her seatbelt across her hipbones.

"Well, my business is sending me on vacation. How about you?" Miss Parker checked her own seatbelt again. She looked over at Lucy's and smiled. Same size.

"Vacation. I've always wanted to go to Rome. It seems like such a beautiful place," she sighed. "Not one of those places that all the high school kids go to this time of year," Lucy laughed.

Miss Parker smiled in agreement. "Yeah."

The plane taxied down the runway and Lucy and Parker exchanged nervous glances. Soon they were 30,000 feet up, but neither was ready to breathe a sigh of relief. Drink...need a drink, Miss Parker thought. I know, I'll buy her a drink. Miss Parker called the stewardess over and ordered two drinks. Both women drained their glasses as soon as they were handed to them.

"Much better," Parker commented.

"Yeah...are you planning on meeting anyone in Rome or is this a solo thing?"

Uh-oh, Parker thought. She's interested. She couldn't be...it's ludicrous. "No, I'll be alone. I didn't have anyone to bring with me, and I'm pretty sure I don't know anyone in Rome..."

"Me either. I'm glad to be alone for this one."

Miss Parker turned towards her window and grinned. She hoped Lucy hadn't seen her smile reflecting in the window. Those were classic 'are you available?' questions. She was becoming positively giddy at the notion. This was going to be a long flight so she'd might as well go ahead and figure out Lucy's agenda. For once she was the little moth, flying closer and closer to the dangerous flame. Only she didn't care if she got burned.

"I, um," Miss Parker began. She stopped deliberately and made eye contact with Lucy. Eye contact that was supposed to only last a second lasted three. Lucy smiled and Miss Parker continued. "Would you like another drink?"

"Yeah," Lucy answered. Her dark eyes roamed over Miss Parker's body as she ordered their second round. Miss Parker turned around sooner than Lucy had expected and they locked eyes again. Miss Parker was rather enjoying this turn of events. She suddenly realized that it was dark, which made her remember what tonight was.

"I'm spending New Year's Eve on a jet. Unbelievable," she said. "I should be at home right now. At home and very drunk."

Lucy laughed quietly before turning her attention to the captain's voice. Thanks to blah blah blah in-flight satellite technology blah blah will be showing the countdown from Times Square live on the TV screens located blah blah provided by Sony. Yay, Miss Parker thought. Free holiday cheer. Gotta love it.

The stewardess returned with the drinks. Lucy's hand brushed Miss Parker's as she reached for her drink. Things could only get better from here. Lucy was about to propose a toast when the cabin lights dimmed and the small LCD screens in the back of the seats in front of them (just like the captain said) flickered to life. Miss Parker watched the glowing ball hovering over Times Square, as did Lucy. They both leaned forward to get a better look and Lucy's hand landed on top of Miss Parker's. With a smile, Lucy slid her hand away from Parker's with an oops-I-did-it-again kind of apologetic look which wasn't very apologetic at all. Cheeky, Parker thought. I never liked the overly, overly subtle types anyway.

The countdown began. Ten...nine...eight...seven...

Miss Parker turned away from the screen and looked at Lucy.

Six...five...four...

Lucy turned around and was met with the Caribbean sea of Parker's eyes. This was lust in it's purest form.

Three...two...one.

Almost instinctively, their lips came together. Gently at first, then with more passion. They could hear the excited Times Square crowd and the melody of 'Auld Lang Syne' drifting through the plane. Miss Parker's hand ventured to Lucy's face...then to her hair. Lucy wanted Parker closer, but something--the seatbelt. Lucy reached down towards the belt which was still snugly fastened around Miss Parker's hips. As Lucy grabbed at the cold metal, an electric jolt went through Miss Parker's body. She immediately released Lucy's belt as well and pulled her closer. Miss Parker silently thanked God for giving her the last seat and finally pulled her lips away from Lucy's.

"Oh...God," was all she could manage.

Lucy ran her hands down Miss Parker's sides. "It's dark. Everyone is falling asleep." Lucy flashed a sexy smile. "You look like a member of the Mile High Club."

"Yeah, but I'm way overdue for a renewal," Parker breathed. "Jesus H. Christ, don't these people ever sleep?!" she whispered impatiently.

Lucy laughed at Miss Parker's frustration. She was aroused herself, but she wanted to wait until everyone was asleep. "Just give it a minute." Lucy stood up for a second and looked around the plane. "There's only one kid awake, and he's been playing the same video game for three hours."

Miss Parker looked at the passengers in front and beside them until she was positive they were dead to the world. Even the attendants had gone to their quarters. When Lucy began to rise to head towards the bathroom, Miss Parker tugged her back down.

"How about here?" she smirked.

"How quiet can you be?" Lucy asked as she ran her fingers along Miss Parker's ribs.

"As a mouse..."

Lucy dropped the armrest that separated the two seats and quietly drew herself closer to Miss Parker. Her hands landed on Miss Parker's waist and she quickly removed the soft navy blue cardigan. Underneath Miss Parker had only a white strappy tank. It was one of those stretchy numbers with the bra already in it...just like Lucy's. It outlined Parker's perfectly shaped breasts well. Both knew that removing all clothing was not an option, so Lucy semi-straddled Miss Parker's lap and slipped her hands under the cotton tank. She massaged Miss Parker's breasts before removing her hands and using them to pull Miss Parker's shirt down from the top, exposing only her breasts. Lucy lowered her head to the valley in Parker's chest before taking one nipple into her mouth. Miss Parker bit her lip to keep from crying out as Lucy kissed the soft skin under each breast. Lucy sat up to readjust her angle and Miss Parker took the opportunity cop a feel of her own. She playfully teased Lucy's hard nipples through her own low-cut shirt before raising the silk material. She blew lightly across one of the taught peaks, and suddenly Lucy was the one biting her lip.

Miss Parker soon turned her attentions elsewhere and let Lucy's shirt fall back to cover her braless chest. Miss Parker thanked God for a second time when she realized that both were wearing skirts...and no stockings. Parker recaptured Lucy's lips as her hands pushed the material of her skirt up her thighs, exposing her panties. Instead of removing Lucy's silk thongs, she simply pushed them aside. A drop of blood had formed on Lucy's lower lip by the time Parker finally parted her legs and Miss Parker quickly kissed it away. Parker's middle finger slipped into Lucy and she gently stroked her clitoris. Lucy couldn't suppress a small moan from deep in her throat and thrust her hips forward. She slid her finger lower and into her, pulling almost all the way out before plunging back in. Parker's thumb crept up to continue her skillful assault on Lucy's clit. She continued to slowly finger her until Lucy thought she would scream. With her hips she urged Parker on.

Miss Parker smiled. Lucy's silent begging aroused her even more. She inserted another finger and rubbed faster, increasing the pressure and the tempo. Lucy whimpered and bucked wildly against Miss Parker's hand as she came.

Lucy was still unsteady and breathless but didn't take long to recover. She was soon kissing Miss Parker's neck, then breasts, and then she slowly slid off of Parker's lap and onto the floor. Lucy was small, not even five and a half feet all, and she fit easily in the area between Parker's legs and the seat in front of her. Lucy slid Miss Parker's black thong out of the way before parting her folds with her tongue. Miss Parker pulled the armrest back up beside her and gripped it with all her strength as Lucy's tongue swirled around her clit. Lucy was feeling more and more adventurous and flicked her tongue across the swollen bud before taking it into her mouth and sucking. Miss Parker writhed in pleasure and used every ounce of self-control in her body to keep from screaming in ecstasy. A small squeak escaped her lips as Lucy inserted her tongue into Miss Parker's throbbing center and began to move it in and out. After finding a rhythm, Lucy quickly withdrew her tongue and grasped Miss Parker's clit between her lips and sucked hard. Miss Parker threw her head back wildly and her back arched as she came into Lucy's mouth. Lucy waited for Miss Parker to still before she straightened her panties and pulled her skirt back down. She ran her hands up Miss Parker's legs as she got back in her seat.

Both women were still breathing rather erratically when Lucy spoke. "Welcome back to the club, Parker."

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The plane landed just after dawn. Lucy and Miss Parker said their goodbyes and went their separate ways. When Miss Parker arrived at her hotel, there was a message waiting.

Message From: Mr. Broots
Date: January 01 2001 02:45:23 AM

Miss Parker,
Sorry to interrupt your vacation so early, but Sydney and I think you should know about this. Jarod was at your house last night. Apparently someone had been sending him messages in your name and he was supposed to meet you there last night. He was there, but they didn't catch him. Things are pretty crazy around here, but there's no need for you to come back. I just thought I'd keep my promise to keep you informed.

Broots

Miss Parker turned around and went straight back to the airport. She was going to catch the next flight back to America. Jarod was at her house and she is supposed to be OK with that? Besides, she'd already had a very...satisfying vacation experience.

FIN