m i d g e t

1; the start of our story

a/n: wow. jamiltom again? yup.

" hello, agent hamilton, you are being requested at washington headquarters ." a robotic, but humanoid, voice enters my phone, i jump and sweep it up. i glare at it, seeing there is no explanation with the notification. it must be urgent. i haven't done a case in 10 months, nine days, and twelve minutes!

i jump up from my bed, the only thought of what mission washington might send me on next, my curiosity was springing from wall to wall. i had my agent uniform in my closet hanging on a hook, i practically ripped it off it's hanger.

i slip the black turtle neck on with a green vest to cover it, then i rustled my black slacks on, they had gotten slightly tighter in the thigh area since i last wore them. damn those twinkies. i look in my mirror and comb out my, now, shoulder length hair. 10 months ago it was chin length, but since then i let it grow out in all it's silky glory. completing my alter ego of agent hamilton. i become a different person sometimes, only jackie, herc and laf know my real personality. they know my alter one too.

my phone buzzes with a text, i'm curious to see who's texting me this early in the morning, so i turn on my phone, " wow, i can't believe you're coming back lexi! i've missed you ❤ ."

you're probably wondering who that is. my best friend, john laurens. we've known each other since diapers. we've dated a couple of times, possibly had sex, but nothing got in the way of our friendship. we still continue to remain friends and off and on lovers. i mean, why not?

" i've missed you too, it's sad you've been busy lately, i hope this next mission, you're in. i'd die if you weren't ." i respond, fighting back the urge to use the heart emoji. we were dating again, but i wanted to keep him on his toes. just like when we had-

-well, this isn't the time to go into that anecdote. i flipped on my sunglasses and walked out of my apartment, pocketing my phone. i heard my shoes click down the hall and towards the elevator. I follow a young girl holding a basket of vivid flowers into the elevator.

" what floor, sir ?" she politely asks with a huge grin. i hold my fingers up for the first floor, giving a warm smile. she presses one and it glows a bright blue, then she huddles in her corner.

" say, what's your name chica ?" i look down at her, she seems suprised to be talked to, but gladly accepts conversation.

" philipa soo, sir ." she extends a hand from her basket, i accept it," alexander hamilton ."

" you must be new around here, i've never seen you ." i add, the rosy girl nods. i reach for her basket and dig to the very bottom, placing my fingers on a small device. i rip it out of the basket and throw it to the ground, crushing it with the toe of my shoe. philipa looks as if she'd just saw her favourite barbie get set on fire. i hand her basket back to her.

" don't talk to the mean men in black suits, only colored, little one ." she tilts her head, and just then the doors open, i catch a good look at a man in a black suit in the lobby. though, he doesn't know i see him because of my sunglasses. we were making direct eye contact as i walked out, but he would never know. i push open the door to the fresh breeze of new york city and head to the right.

" alex !" i heard someone call as i entered the building, i turn around and see it's john. i smirk as he runs towards me, washington behind him, and jumps onto my waist. i catch him by his legs and he tangles himself around my neck and waist.

" i missed you ." he purrs before smashing his lips on mine, taking a deep and unexpected turn.

" boys ," washington interrupts," we have important buisness at hand, you'll see each other later ." john slides down, giving me a peck on the cheek, turning to salute wash and walking away.

" welcome back agent hamilton, let's get down to it then, hm ?" he turns in the direction of his office and starts walking, i follow. once we're in, i take a seat in one of his chairs, i spin back and forth. he sits behind his desk with a heavy sigh. i can already feel the talk he's going to give me.

" hamilton, please keep the relationships here to a minimum, may i remind you how many breaks you've taken because of them ?" i shake my head, he leans back in his chair. i flip up my glasses and place my a hand on my chin.

" sir, i honestly think it hasn't been that many ." he gives me a look as if to say, are you serious? i shrug in response.

" hamilton, it's been 5 different guys you've had flings with. some that are now dead, may i add ." i hold up a finger, he looks at me again with a furrowed brow. this would be considered back talk, but since i have a close relationship with him, it can slide.

" it's been 6, you ." i smirk and he gives a heavier sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose. before he was more of a father figure, we had a sort of fling that lasted for several months. lord knows how many times we've fucked on the same desk he sits behind, but he choses to ignore that. i give him a constant reminder of that, just to fuck with him. he avoids the subject by picking up his phone, it connects to the manager's, which connects to everybody elses phones, in their own offices or cubicles.

" report on jefferson ?" he agitatedly glares at me as if to blame me on why jefferson hasn't came. why is he even supposed to come anyways? is this about the shit i had accidently on purpose leaked about him? whatever it is he started it. washington put his phone down looking at the door. i already know who's there, by an estimated guess, so i have no interest in turning around. i hear the door swing open then closed.

" hamilton, you're back, what a surprise, who're you fucking this time around ?" he plops down on the chair next to me, his magenta vest stinging my eyes. god, i hate that color, but i've got to say, he hasn't changed one bit since i've been gone. sure, he's devilishly handsome, but i hate his guts.

" Laurens this time ." i reply nonchalantly to his remark. hey, i'm a guy who likes to have fun, there's no shame in my game.

" gentlemen, i'm sure your wondering why i've brought you both here ," me and jefferson exchange glances," you both are doing a mission, wether you like it or not, you both need to diminish these ridiculous rivalries, so i have no better option then to set you both up on a mission !" i yawn obnoxiously, just to show i don't agree with this 'match making' at all. i feel something fly at me and it hits me in the cheek, leaving a sting behind. my sunglasses fall to the floor as a result of the quick movement. i look, taken aback, at washington, he threw one of his stress dolls at me, he held another in his hand. jefferson was laughing his ass off like a little kid watching tom and jerry, but soon enough a stress toy flew at him too. I saw washington chuck it at Jefferson, making the curly-headed man almost fall out his seat. I remained straight faced, picking up my sunglasses as he waited for us to settle down. an agent is supposed to show no emotion, but we both obviously failed at that.

" charles lee was killed and sent in a duffel bag to us ," he hands us a file presenting evidence, i take into consideration that he was the huggest homophobic in our agency, so i feel no remorse about his death," we need you two, my best agents, to find out who the killer is ."

" sir, this is rookie shit, you're seriously giving us this as a mission ?" i interject.

" don't judge a book by it's cover, agent hamilton ," he gives a hearty chuckle," and if it does turn out to be an easy 'a', then it won't be hard to fail, hm ?" i give a hard stare, weighing out my options, before nodding. i'm going to annoy the shit out of jefferson on this mission, and that'll bring me joy i've never felt in years.

" where do we start ?" jefferson questions with a smirk.

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a/n: thnx for reading! decided i should do another jamilton fic, cuz why not :)

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