Hate Crime - 1

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Title: Obama’s Secret Anti-Gay Hate Crime Unit…
Story Type: AU
Word Count: 4170
Rating: NC17
Warnings: Same faces, new back stories, we’re not in Kansas anymore…

Summary: Secret Agent Brian Kinney moves to Pittsburgh and saves Gayapolis…

Chapter Summary: After being sued for sexual harassment while working under cover at the Ryder Advertising Agency, Brian is also fired from the FBI and finds him self unemployed…

Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable charters, settings, plot, etc. are property of their respective owners, including, but not limited to Russell T. Davies, Cowlip, and Showtime. The author of this story is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended…

Chapter 1 – Everybody Talking About The New Boy In Town…

Brian and Lindsay were sitting at a booth in the rainbow colored diner that Chief of Detectives’ Horvath had asked them to meet him at. Lindsay kept looking around self-conscious, straightening everything on the table. While Brian played with their son Gus, and tried to keep his eyes off the ass of the cute blond twink bussing tables at the end of the isle.

Lindsay’s uneasiness with the situation, and her surrounding were becoming very apparent to everyone in the restaurant.  That is everyone except her husband, who just keeps making fish faces at his young son, and tries to get him to eat some oatmeal. So far the boys have managed to get most of it all over each other, the window, not to mention the table top and floor.

Before his son was born Brian would have totally freaked out having anything spilled on his designer suits and shoes, let alone chunks of wet and sticky oatmeal. He looks up at Lindsay and laughs as she try’s endlessly to keep up with the hurricane sitting on her husbands lap. She’s pissed and angry at just about everything in her life right now…

She thought that she wanted a family, a husband, and a career. She was that modern woman, yet she was still a perfect wasp… So as she sat in the dinner in her linen suit, and designer handbag with matching baby diaper bag, looking at her family feeling like life was playing a cruel joke on her.

She knew Brian was gay even before she spoke to him, yet he was the most beautiful man she had ever seen. He was smart, funny, energetic, handsome, and incredibly fit. He played soccer, and ran track in high school, as well as being caption of the debate team, and editor of the school newspaper.

They meet there first day at the academy in Quantico, Virginia, she was very opened minded, and liked the idea of having a close male friend, she didn’t need to worry about hitting on her.  They shared similar interest in music, books, and espionage… Brian was a real playboy if that’s what you still called it, and most all the young cadets male and female, wanted a chance with the hot young officer.

Brian and Lindsay grew close over the next few years, confiding in each other, and covering for each other. Even though they were both very driven people, and took their careers and their devotion to the country very serious, they also enjoyed cutting loose and letting their hair down, playing pranks sometimes at the expense of others, or those that least expected it.

They had grown to depend upon each other, when the other was depressed from not performing up to par, or was nursing a broken heart. Lindsay seemed to go on mostly first dates, occasionally second dates, and never third dates. Brian also seemed to go mostly on first dates but then, that was by choice. He had been in a long term relationship from a very young age, and even when he started at NYU in the criminal science program he really thought him and George would stay together. But as he excelled through his studies first in his class, his father wasn’t surprised at all when he was approached to train for government law enforcement.  The idea that he could actually reach that far, for his childhood dream seemed unreal to him. He knew that as much as he loved George, George was always just going to be a New York City cop, and Brian… well Brian was going off to become “Secret Agent Man” and travel the world… So Brian understood Lindsay’s drive to fall in love, to be in love, to be loved… He didn’t have the heart to try and explain to her that sometimes loves just wasn’t enough… that life is complicated, and to be careful what you wished for…

She couldn’t see that he was having the time of his life, while she was drowning in self pity. She just thought he’s only going on first dates as well, and assumed that he was searching for the perfect person to replace George. So after many failed attempts at dating all the wrong people she had somehow convinced herself that he was just confused about his sexuality, and decided to set out to show him what it was that he needed.

Lindsay knew Brian liked to party, so at the annual Quantico holiday bash, she seduced a very drunken Brian by convincing him that he should at least know what it was like to be with a women once… He still couldn’t believe that she could possibly get knocked up after just one fuck… But they were good friends who had always been there for each other, and they both wanted to do the right thing…

Brian wasn’t sure if he would ever have this opportunity again, so as odd as it all seemed, he and Lindsay were graduating from Quantico, on June 2^nd, and getting married on June 5^th… Baby Gus would be born in mid September. Lindsay knew after that faithful night that Brian was not someone who was going to change into someone he wasn’t, and any hope of them being a real couple was non-existent. So it was agreed that after one crazy night of wondering what if, they would remain good friends and confidents, marriage would change nothing… except it changed everything…

The FBI wasn’t at all unhappy with the situation, and thought that it provided them with an excellent cover for there first assignment.  Lindsay was the happy housewife, analyzing data at home, and Brian would be placed with the Ryder advertising agency, to investigate Remenson Pharmaceuticals, and Brown Athletics accounts to see if the two corporations were using subliminal advertising to promote illegal drug use, in high school and college sports settings.

Unfortunately, Brian was sued for sexual harassment, and lost his job with, Ryder as well as the FBI… So he sat in the dinner, in old blue jeans and a t-shirt while his son proceeded to destroy his surrounding. He’s totally amused at his so called wife’s irritations and frustrations that no longer fit her perfect yuppie lifestyle. He wonder’s how his life had come to this since graduating from his life’s dream job, to now an unemployment, unhappy homo-hypocritical husband.

He’s meeting a friend of he’s fathers that might be able to get him a security job interview… that is if they hadn’t already heard about his less than honorable discharge from his previous employer… Lindsay’s snappy and can’t believe that they had to meet Detective Horvath here… She acts like she might get HIV from the table cloth, she’s furious, she had hoped that everything would go easy, and I’d have some sort of employment, so she could continue to be a stay at home mom.

She never really expected to have to actually work… much anyways… She specialized in foreign language translation, real spook and spy stuff… So she’s off to her first assignment at a bank, there’ tracking large bank deposits and withdrawals made to certain Middle Eastern countries, while Brian waits for the very late detective to show for his pre-interview…

Horvath slides into the booth a little to easel due to the extra slick coating of oatmeal that Gus was more than happy to provide for the detective.  Brian cringes as he see’s Horvath’s expression change as the gooey mess absorbs into his trousers. A Bubbly bouncy redhead approaches the table and hugs Karl, while plucking Gus from the Brian’s lap. She yells at Sunshine to come clean off the table, and says she’ll keep an eye on the little fella.

Justin approaches the table and looks at Carl and then me like were two complete slobs, and he’s totally disgusted that two grown men could make such a mess.  Carl smiles, and says he’s only on leave for the day from the facility… The blond turns to me, with the most sensitive and caring eyes and says don’t worry, I’ll just clean this up a little, and if you need any more, straws or napkins…

I look at the table, and notice that Gus has about twenty straws all chewed up and covered in saliva, as well as equal amount of twisted and shredded napkins carefully placed in 3 piles… I smile up at the blond beauty and say I think I’m done for now, if he wants to clean that up as well…

The detective is telling me about a position at a local bar that could use a bouncer/house detective then he asks if I feel uncomfortable here at the diner… I look around to see if I should feel uncomfortable for any reason, and see my son being a perfect angel sitting on Sunshine’s lap and playing with the redhead’s jewelry. I say no I don’t think so…

He looks relived, and says it a bar around the corner… It’s… Well it’s called Babylon… you have an interview with them at four this afternoon and Brian you might want to loose the oatmeal and leave the kid at home…

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Brian’s on the phone with his mom begging her to watch Gus… But it’s only for a couple of hours… I don’t have anyone else to ask… Mom, please… can’t you help with cub scouts next week… You always have time for Clair…

Brian, I just don’t understand how you could have sex with that woman… What possessed you to think you might be straight? You were the queerest thing on the block as a child. The way you loved to give the entire neighborhood manicures and pedicures…

Mom I really need your help, I have an interview and I really need this job…

Why don’t you ask his other grand parents to help out… or are they to afraid he might get their house dirty…

Fine, I’ll find some one else… Brian closes his cell phone, and orders a coffee to go, then asks if they can warm up one of Gus’s baby bottles. He still fuming about his lack of child care, and he thinks back to his childhood, maybe he should have just been a hairdresser, or fashion designer…

But he had always wanted to be the next James Bond, well the next gay James Bond, with fancy cars, and guns… Chasing hot men… He loved the thrill of being bad, but he really was a good guy with a heart of gold. He just sometimes had a bad attitude with a side of snide for spite… It was part of his allure, true charm with a coy smile and a tongue that cut like a knife.

Debbie brought his coffee, and warmed bottle to the table, and smiled down at him and said he’s a total angel. Brian’s smile spread across his face, as he watched Gus bouncing on Sunshine’s lap and said yes takes after his father…

Debbie chuckled and said let hope he waits a few years before the takes on all your charming habits. He thinks to himself, this must be one of the PFLAG mom’s, his mom hangs out with. His parents had just moved to Pittsburgh last winter to be closer to Clair after her divorce from John Sr. It was just a coincidence, or was it, the bureau had placed him and Lindsay in Pittsburgh, although he was pretty sure Lindsay has something to do with it, since she grew up in the surrounding suburbs. ~~~~

The Kinney’s were from New York, his dad had been with the NYPD, a detective in Manhattan, but they lived in Brooklyn. He had retired last year and was surprised when he ran into his old partner Carl Horvath they had been beat cops together right out of the academy. Even though they hadn’t seen each other in over 10 years it was just like old times.

Carl’s wife Barbara hadn’t survived her bout with cancer, and even though Jack and Joan tried to be there for him he eventually knew he needed to start a new life in a new town, and sometimes the people your closest with, you lose touch with, because the memories are just to painful.

Joan and Barbara had been best friends for years, so losing her had been a great lose for her as well. She carried guilt to this day because it was her idea that Jack take Carl, out for dinner or for a drink. He needed to get out of that hospital room; he’d been there for the last 5 days, 24/7. So when Barbara slipped away while Jack and Carl tied one on… All three of them shared the guilt, and regret to this day…

After Barbara death, Joan needed an outlet for her guilt and frustration. The first time, she saw Brian’s black and blue bruised ribs; she cried slightly to herself and hoped that this would not become a regular occurrence. The second time, she saw Brian’s broken arm and collarbone she read her husband the riot act, and called every support and outreach group looking for answers, she couldn’t understand how her son could be a victim with a cop for a father…

The only place that even gave her the time of day to listen to her fears and pain was a small group of women that called them selves Mothers of the Misunderstood… Within the next few years they would meet other concerned parents, family members and friends across the country, and changed there name to PFLAG (Parents, Family & Friends of Lesbians and Gays).

Brooklyn can be a pretty tough town, for a budding teenage gay boy, so when he started coming home with bruises, and gashes, and lame excuses. Jack took Brian to the NYPD gym and taught him how to work out with weights, box and how to properly use a firearm. He knew his son was obsessed with being a secret agent/fashion model from a very early age.

He loved spending time with his father, and working out in the gym with the other police officers, all buff, tough and tight… Brian was slowly falling in love with his father’s new partner; he was young, funny and absolutely gorgeous… and very gay…

Brian had only been 15, when he met George Wixom… George often spotted for Brian when he worked out, and he would sometimes show him a few new boxing moves, or give him pointers on his sparing. Brian often thought of these times as little mini dates, and Brian’s affections weren’t lost on George as well. George tried to tell Brian that he was never going to be able to consider anything but friendship with Brian.

But Brian had a way of getting under ones skin if given enough time… So when he asked George to give him a ride home that night with just the slightest coy little smile on his lips. George always gave in to his charms, and tonight was no exception, so Brian’s smile grew bigger when George asked him if he wanted to get something to eat on the way, he new tonight would be different from the others.

There was something about this skinny young kid, who was now developing into a strong; muscle toned young man that made the young officer’s pants a little too tight for comfort. It was all George could do to keep from running his hand across Brian washboard stomach, and taunt thighs. George caught his thoughts before he let himself entertain the thought of seducing his partner’s son. Unfortunately, all Brian could think about was being seduced by his father young partner…

So when George asked what he wanted to eat, Brian suggested that they just get sandwiches, and go sit at a park, or someplace. George tried to tell Brian that hanging out in the parks after dark was a really stupid idea, besides being dangerous. Brian took the opportunity to run his hands and arms around George’s neck and pull himself closer whispering in his ear; but I’ll have you to keep me safe… You and your very big gun… George thinks to himself, if you get any closer, I’m going to shoot, and feel it run down the inside of my thighs…

Brian this isn’t going to happen… he just looks up at George, and say’s it feels to me like it already is… He say’s No… No, no, no on so many levels…

But Brian just slides down onto his knees, and George yanks him back up and says not here are you crazy…

George isn’t really sure how this happened, but Brian is now naked and writhing on his bed, and he’s about to take his partner’s underage son for the first time… Brian says if it will make you feel any better tomorrows my 16^th Birthday… Let’s just call it an early birthday present… that pretty much did it for George.

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Brian brought back from his thoughts, as he hears Gus crying and screaming because some drag queen won’t let Gus play with he’s barrettes, and lipstick… Debbie brings Gus back and says total drama queen, just like his daddy too? Brian smiles, and says not really my shade…

Debbie smiles again, and says I couldn’t help but hear you trying to find a babysitter. Yea know you should give your mom a break, she’s been planning that Cub Scout camping trip for the last month, and I’d be glad to watch the little tike… Brian hesitates then says he can be a handful… Debbie just smiles back and says that’s what I heard about you…

Debbie gives him her address, and agrees to meet him at 3:00; he leaves the dinner with Gus in tow, and receives several long glances, and many more long stares… Brian wonders if he has snot hanging from his nose or something he’s mortified… He’s not really used to having men ogle him openly… after all he was with George until he went to the academy, secretly at first, then openly.

They had hung out mostly with other cops, or by themselves. He dated quite a bit at the academy, but that was more like the military, and you just didn’t ask, and didn’t tell, but everybody knew… Yes, Pittsburgh was going to be a whole new playground for Brian… and Babylon… who da thunk it… or should I say thump it… Yes, it’s going to be a hot time in the old town tonight…

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Lindsay just kept saying what kind of a place is Babylon, what kind of food do they serve…

I just say, I think it’s a club…

Oh… like for middle easterners… an ethnic club… I can see why they might need high security…

Brian wonders if giving birth has somehow given her brain damage… this women graduated from the FBI… granted with a degree in massive paperwork, but still…

Not quite like the Boy Scout Club of America…

Like a bouncer… she says it like she’s standing in piss, that’s about to over flow into her pretty little pumps…

I tell her I have to go, and hang up… 

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I was defending this hell hole, she had me so defense about it… but she might just have been right, this place is grouse… it smells like whisky, cum, and piss… I could live with two out of three…

The guy up front said that I was expected, and to go downstairs, and all the way to the back they were waiting for me… This place is like an old warehouse painted all dark and gloomy, with catwalks, it must look better with the lights down low… This is so not who I am…

This whole town is so not me… I grew up in New York; it’s a rough tough city and the men are just a little more edgy or something… and DC, well no one will tell you this, but it’s just as queer, as New York or San Francisco… from twink interns in congress, all the way right up Pennsylvania Avenue…

Much more my style, all that power, and power suits; a man in a uniform, or Armani… expense accounts, fast cars, and foreign embassies’…  and I’m interviewing with some chump named Schmidt… for a shit job, to babysit a bunch of … what the fuck is this…

Brian pauses from his internal rant, and watch’s a very buff instructor, give self defense classes to a bunch of twinks, and queens… he can’t help but notice the full head a blond hair toss back and forth following all the moves in sink with the beefy professor and wonder if he’s head of security… Brian snickers, and says under his breath so much for not fucking your boss…

He looks up and see’s someone standing in front of him, they smile at him and say we all have to make exceptions sometimes now don’t we… I ask him if he knows where Mr. Schmidt’s office is, and he tells me he’s headed there himself… I really need this job so I take a chance and ask him if there is anything special there looking for or if he has any suggestions…

He smiles, and says well you might what to consider not dressing better, than the boss… I look down at my designer suit and shoes, and realize I’m way over dressed for a place like this… I want my foreign assignment, and au pair boys… I think about taking a contract out on Kip Thomas.

The meek dweeb shows me to a large office, and asks if I have a copy of my resume… I just look at him and say I haven’t worked security before… then he asks if I’d like something to drink…

I’m thinking yes, a double beam… how I’m I going to explain that I graduated from Quantico as an expert in firearms, and electronic surveillance, but was fired from the FBI on my first assignment… and that Kip Thomas was a fucking intern… an intern… Ryder actually called me a pedophile… so I have to tell this guy I’m 26 years old and never been employed…

How can I tell him, I graduated from New York University having studied criminal justice, law enforcement, and forensics, as well as my stint at Quantico… I’m just fucked… I really am going to kill Kip Thomas…

Mr. Flat and boring has returned with my coffee, and tells me that the agency sent over my file… I’m thinking what agency… Lindsay’s been pushing me to sign up with some employment agencies for temp work, but I never… 

He escorts me into a room full of people, and I start to recognize some of them… Mr. Big and Beefy from down the hall, the Bouncy Redhead from the restaurant, Mysteries Marilyn from Woody’s, Detective Horvath, and fuck… that fucking Kip Thomas… and what… what’s going on… it’s Cat Women and her Biker Bitch Wife…

There in the middle of some ceremony or presentation and I feel like we stepped into the twilight zone… there calling Mr. Schmidt to the podium to introduce the new director of the what…  “Obama’s Secret Anti-Gay Hate Crime Unit”…

What’s going on… and oh God… fuck me… Mr. Flat and boring is taking the microphone… and I’m feeling really sick…

He’s stumbling, and dropping his little cue cards everywhere… I’m thinking maybe I should just back out of the room, this is definitely not an interview… but the room is now completely quit, everyone waiting like there about to announce best actor at the academy awards…

And the winner for best actor in an outstanding performance in an action packed drama…

It is my pleasure to welcome Special Agent Detective Brain Kinney as the New Director of President’s Obama Secret Anti-Gay Hate Crime Unit… I hear applause, and everyone is staring at me, I’m feeling a little light headed, as my old firearms instructor Melanie Marcus take’s my arm and leads me to the front. 

She always reminded me of a cross between Mrs. Peele, and Cat Women, and it’s strange to see her, not clad in skintight black leather holding a rocket launcher… Mel what the fuck is going on…

I can’t believe you really fell for that sexual harassment stint… did you really think they were going to let you go after all your training… besides you know you’re the best… Where’d that ego go…

Well at least I’m dressed for the awards ceremony… now, where’s my trophy…

Thank You… Thank you very much… to say I’m a little surprised would be an understatement…

I’m not one much, to stand on ceremony, so lets get down to business, will someone please layout the specific details of the operation, and bring me up to speed…

TBC…