October 17th, 2011
Hey look! I'm on a roll. Two real entries in the same year. It'll probably never happen again, but whatever.
It's original fic this time, also written in response to a wank.
Detective Williams looked out of the window into the cheerfully sunny morning sky with an 'I've been up too long' sigh. "Poor bastard. Killed before he could even pull up his pants."
She rubbed tiredly at her gritty eyes. I'm only 30, how can I already feel too old for this? A sudden silence where there had been a rather loud buzz of activity pulled her attention toward the apartment's main entrance. What. The. Fuck, was the only thought to penetrate the shock and growing anger.
Strutting down the hall in all his flamboyant glory was a dark haired, mustachioed man that reminded her forcefully of Freddie Mercury. But it's wasn't his resemblance to the deceased rock-star that generated the shock and anger. No, that was due wholly to what he was wearing.
A bright blue sequined half-jacket that sparkled blindingly in the morning sun over an eye-searingly pink unitard with random swirls of color. A pair of dark purple ass-less chaps flowed down to a pair of yellow cowboy boots. He smiled brightly at Williams and slightly altered his path to head over to her.
This had better be a fucking bad dream, she thought angrily.
"I'm Detective Morgan. You must be Detective Williams. The Lieutenant told me I could find you here. I'm your new partner," he said in an overly sweet and friendly way.
"Yeah, that's me," she half-growled at the outrageous figure in front of her.
"Oh, so hostile! What's wrong, sweetie? Boyfriend problems?" All said with an overly sincere expression on his face.
"It'd be girlfriend problems, and the answer is 'NO'," she said, her voice still sharp and angry. "What the hell are you wearing?"
"Oh, this ol' thing? It's just something I threw on when I got the call about this murder," was the casually drawled answer. "Doesn't it look fabulous?"
"Oh, it's great," she replied sarcastically. "But I think you forgot a few gay stereotypes and cliches."
His smiled widened and then he swiftly winked. "Oh, I know. But the pink feathered boa kept getting tangled in the sequins, and it's hard to represent 'Hair-dresser' visually," was the casual response, delivered in a smooth tenor no longer distorted by an exaggeratedly effeminate accent.
She stared blankly for a moment, shock now overwhelming the anger. "What," she stuttered weakly.
His grin widening into one typically seen on an 8 year-old boy about to pull the prank of his life, he flicked his eyes toward the other officers and techs at the scene.
She shifted her attention to those others as well and saw the discomfort on the faces of most of them; she also took note of the contempt and paid special attention to the single glare of anger and hate from someone she'd always thought to be rather friendly to her. When she shifted her attention back to Morgan, he winked cheerfully.
"Well, let's see what we have here," he said loudly, once more using the exaggerated accent. He then minced over to the body and struck a pose, hip way out and a single finger resting lightly on his lower lip. "Such a shame that such a fine ass is no longer with us," he sighed.
As she watched the squirming and general discomfort at Morgan's antics, an amused thought floated through her mind. This just might be the beginning of a fabulous friendship.
Just a scene really. But the idea was obviously to use Morgan's deliberately exaggerated antics to shake up his fellow officers preconceived expectations of gays by rubbing their faces in them.
Actually thought up a rough background for Williams and Morgan.
Williams: Medium height. Solid build; not heavy, but not slender. Very early salt and pepper hair kept to chin-height. Generally described as 'homey' and 'comfortable'. Can come across as something of a stern, no-nonsense motherly figure. Has a long-time girlfriend and they're both simply waiting for Maryland to pass a pending gay marriage law so that they can get married. The dresses are already picked out.
Morgan: Freddie Mercury as a detective, basically. When not screwing with his colleagues' heads, can be very quiet. Very observant. Currently single and not really looking, but will at least consider offers. Can sometimes push jokes too far. Youngest detective in Baltimore.
I get the felling this was a bit too much thought put into what was just supposed to be a joke.
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