Monday, July 23, 2007

The Rainbow Pride Mystery 3/7

Title: The Rainbow Pride Mystery 3/7
Author: Tarabeth
Pairing: Ziggy/Alton and introducing Zsa Zsa
Warnings: a little blood...
Thank you, dear Nicole, for helping with pronouns...if
they are confusing it is my fault.

Ziggy – 9:40 am – Sunday

“Can I help you?” The handsome young barista asked.

“Yeah, I’ll have a vente, iced tea, black,
unsweetened; a vente, iced, latte; a grande, non-fat,
no whip, mocha; and,” I looked over to Alton. He was
still staring at the menu his face slightly contorted
with a look of utter indecision. This was our
routine; Alton had to agonize over his options, every
morning, until he ultimately ALWAYS ordered a tall,
soy, no whip, hot chocolate. “Alt, do you know what
you want?” I asked.

“I can’t decide. The orange crème frappachino looks
really good,” he said, his face still showing his
indecisiveness, “or maybe a passion iced tea.”

“What about a hot chocolate?” I offered.

“Oh, that sounds perfect,” he said giving me his sweet
smile, as if he had never considered the possibility.

“And a tall, soy, no whip, hot chocolate,” I said,
looking to Alton for confirmation. He nodded. I paid
and we moved over to the pick-up counter to wait for
our drinks.

“AL-TON,” I heard a high-pitched shriek, coming from
behind us. Zsa Zsa Galore, or as his mother knows
him, Kyle, ran up to Alton sweeping him off his feat
and into a spinning hug. This was no easy feet, as
Zsa was wearing six-inch platform, metallic fuchsia
sandals ornamented with rhinestone butterflies. The
heals of the sandals were made of stacked spears,
which reminded me of an anal toy that Alton had been
begging me buy. Zsa’s outfit consisted of a thinly
strapped bright pink, satin embroidered floral corset,
which displayed cleavage any woman would die for, a
matching stretch satin pencil skirt, and pink fish net
stockings. Zsa Zsa was sporting a beautiful blonde
pageboy wig along with a classic French manicure and
pedicure. A beautiful black pearl choker necklace
with a floral motif centerpiece, and matching
bracelet, earrings, and ring accented the outfit. The
ring was worn over soft pink opera length gloves.

I realize it is odd for a police detective to be aware
of such fashion detail, but you see Kyle is my little
brother, and just as he can recite police code with
the best officers on the beat, I pay strong attention
to the details of Zsa Zsa’s costumes.

Kyle set Alton back on his feet and pulled me into a
long held embrace. He kissed me on the cheek as I
asked, “What are you doing here? I thought you were
on tour.” Kyle is an acrobat and tumbler for a major
circus company; he keeps an apartment here, but is on
the road most of the year.

He pulled off one of his gloves and gently whipped his
lipstick imprint off of my cheek, “Our equipment had a
minor malfunction and has to be reworked. So, I am
off for a couple of weeks and I decided to come home
and capture the Mz. Rainbow Pride Crown,” he answered.

I turned to Alton, “Did you know he was coming home?”
It’s rare that Kye would show up unannounced. Alton
and I speak with him at least once or twice a week.

“No,” Alt replied, pulling Kyle into another embrace,
“but, I am happy she’s here.”

Kyle and Alton are both 26, and they have been best
friends since the 4th grade. For the majority of my
life, Alton Riggs was one of my little brother’s
snotty, troublesome friends. He was a constant
annoyance at our house, even after Kyle left to study
circus arts. I figured that Alton’s continued
presence at my parent’s house was because he missed
Kyle, and being with our family was a way to lessen
his loneliness; that is until he kissed me.

“You’re beautiful, Kye,” Alton said, as he glanced
over Kyle’s ensemble, “Did you make it?” He asked,
while running a finger across the intricate embroidery
of Zsa Zsa’s corset.

Kyle gently nodded, “Alton, baby, what the fuck are
you wearing?” Kyle gave a little flick to Alton’s
kilt. The sarcasm and disgusted tone of voice was
truly that of the embodiment of Zsa; Kyle would never
tease Alton that way.

I shot Kye a look of displeasure with his treatment of
my partner, but Alton let out a laugh, “It’s great
isn’t it. Mitch and I ordered them. He’ll be here in
a little while, but I doubt he has boxers on under
his,” Alton’s voice had now taken on a note of

“Darling, you’re not wearing panties under your skirt,
are you?” Kyle asked. “Didn’t I teach you better?”

Alton gave a little nod of his head in my direction,
causing Kye to let out his masculine laugh, “Oh, my
big brother is such a prude,” he said throwing his arm
around my shoulder.

I landed a light swat on Kye’s ass.

“Incest is not best, big brother! Keep your hands to
yourself,” Kyle responded while moving my hand away
from him and to my side.

I let out a soft chuckle, “God, I miss you kid,” I
said, quickly pulling Kye into a rough, brotherly

“Watch the dress, Ziegfeld!” he said, quickly pushing
me away.

Kyle, Alton and the third member of their troupe of
cross dressing 10 year olds, Melvin Mitchel, knighted
me Sir Ziegfeld, during the time I served as the 13
year-old producer and protector of their follies. The
name was eventually shortened to Ziggy, and here I
stand 16 years later.

“Alton and I are meeting Colin and Mitch in a couple
of minutes to watch the parade, come join us,” I
offered an invitation to Kyle.

“Sorry, love, I will be on the Mz. Rainbow Pride Float
with the rest of the contestants. I have to run, or
those other queen’s will snag all the best spots,”
Kyle blew a kiss and quickly exited the shop.

I picked up our tray of drinks, Alton grabbed the rest
of our gear and we left to claim our seat along the
Parade route.

We were sitting on the sidewalk when CC and Lavender
pulled up in front of us on CC’s Harley. CC was
wearing slightly too tight black leather pants and a
white tank top. She obviously didn’t have a bra on,
as the thin material of her tank top fully displayed
all of her ample bosoms. Lavender was on the back of
the bike holding a small ice chest; she was wearing a
very short pair of jean shorts (they might be better
described as jean hot pants) and a spiky black leather

Lavender handed the cooler to Alton, and hopped off
the back of the bike. She wasted no time in peeking a
look under Alton’s kilt, and let out disapproving,
“Pthhht” when she discovered that his privates were
not public, “Hey, I thought you were going Keanu.”

Alton slightly stuttered, “Well, there are going to be
a lot of Ziggy’s colleagues around, so, uh, I thought
it was probably better to cover up,” he answered while
looking at the ground and swaying slightly. I took
his hand and gave him a gentle and reassuring squeeze.

“Big deal, a lot of my coworkers are around, and you
won’t see me covering up,” Lavender replied with
giggle. Lavender works as a topless go-go dancer at
Klon’s Dyke Bar.

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***** ***** ***** *****

10:45 am – Sunday

Colin and I sat back down on the sidewalk, after
waving goodbye to our partners. I could see the Mz.
Rainbow Pride Float coming down the street, “Kyle’s
home,” I told Colin.

“Well, where is he? Did he bring Serge?” Colin asked.
Crap, I hadn’t even thought to ask about Serge?

“It was kind of a surprise, actually,” I replied, “Alt
and I ran into him in Starbucks. He was in a rush to
get to the Mz. Rainbow Pride Float.”

“A surprise, I thought you two were close? And you
just ran into her in Starbucks. She had to have known
she was coming home if she entered the Pageant. They
had the evening gown competition last weekend.”

I started to reply, when my radio beeped and I heard
Brokowski’s voice, “Shots have been fired at The
Center’s float.”

My heart skipped several beats, as a picture of
Alton’s bloody body flashed before my eyes. I could
see that Colin was having similar thoughts.

I placed a hand on Colin’s shoulder, “Colin, you have
to stay here. I’ll make sure Mitch is okay, but I
can’t have you rushing into a crime scene. It isn’t
safe. I will have him call you. I promise.”

“Zig, I can’t just sit here,” he pleaded.

“Colin, I have got to go. Will you please go make
sure Kyle is safe? I will call you as soon as I can,”
I called out to him as I began to jog towards to The
Center’s float.

I arrived at the float, pulled my badge from my back
pocket, and flashed it to the officers on the scene.

I glanced around and saw Alton and Mitch leaning over
a young man, who was lying on the ground with a trail
of blood flowing from his head.


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