"I don't know if it'll work either, but clothes have one of the better success rates." Cisco admitted, once again leaving out the fact that the more intimate the clothing, the better the connection. "But it wouldn't hurt anything to try." It was certainly a better option than sitting around fretting about Barry. He nodded when she suggested they keep it to themselves, though he wasn't sure why. Unless the clothing was...but no...that was to much to hope for.<br/><br/>On the drive over, Cisco wondered if he should feel guilty visiting Iris's place. Oh, he'd been over there plenty of times, though at first she'd lived with her father, and then with Barry, and one of them had always been present. He couldn't remember a time he'd actually been alone with Barry's fiancé at her place before. But no...she'd asked him to come over, and it was necessary to help their friends. And he certainly wasn't going to do anything inappropriate. So even if Barry did somehow manage to see what was happening, they had nothing to hide.<br/><br/>Cisco took a seat on the couch, then glanced over at Iris as she emerged with the clothing, and his eyes widened slightly<em>'Was she telepathic?</em>' He wondered with shock as Iris held out Felicity's underwear to him. There was certainly nothing more intimate than that. "Not a word." He assured her as he ran his finger along the cup of Felicity's bra. He wasn't being a pervert, he just needed to establish a connection to the blond computer hacker, and to do that he needed to conjure up an image of her. And the image of her that was most indelibly imprinted in his brain was the time her shirt had caught on fire after Barry had carried her through the city, and he'd seen her in her bra. It hadn't been this bra, of course, but it was close enough for the image to work.<br/><br/>"It will help." Cisco declared as he held the cup of the bra in one hand, then reached out and took hold of Felicity's panties in the other. He didn't have as strong a memory of her wearing this article of clothing, as the most he'd ever seen were snatches as they peeked above her pants as she bent over, or the one time he'd been working on the computer console, flat on his back, and just happened to catch a glimpse up her skirt.<em>'Okay...she's a B cup...thought so...' </em>Cisco thought as he located the label on the bra. He'd always suspected it, and while he tried not to stare, he couldn't help but notice all the times she wore cleavage revealing shirts...and you weren't supposed to think of bride's that way, but it had been a sham wedding and she'd looked hot in the photos he'd seen...and there was that time his arm had accidently brushed her breast while they tried to hack that computer together. "I'm getting...getting something..." Cisco stated excitedly as he felt the familiar tingle and his vision started to fade out, the usual indication of an upcoming vibe. "Grab my shoulders." He ordered Iris. He wasn't sure if he'd be able to bring her into the vision as well, but he had to try. He usually grabbed hold of someone's hand at this point, but in this case his hands were full and he didn't want to risk losing the connection he'd established.