Alexander Hamilton is a really good profiler (Lams :'))

john laurens is too pure for this world

When Alex said, "Hi, I'm Alexander Hamilton with the NYPD, I need to ask you a few questions," the man at the door looked less than thrilled. He reluctantly opened the door and let the profiler in, but was answering the questions fine, if not a bit slowly. "Did you know the victim?" "Yes, we went to the same college and talked at a bar a while ago, but not really personally."Alex knew he wasn't going to get anywhere with the standard questions, so he went to something a bit more personal. "So, Charles, when did you and your husband get a divorce?" He questioned out of the blue. Charles blinked a few times, seemingly unbelieving that the question had been asked so nonchalantly.

"We aren't divorced, just... dealing with some stuff." He answered carefully. Alex eye'd the spot on the wall where a picture had once been hung up. "You miss him, huh?" Charles rolled his eyes, but shrugged. "Yeah, but he was a cheater, so I figure I don't really need him." When Charles looked at Alex, Alex saw one thing- pain. This man was a drug dealer (Alex had informed his coworkers of this with a quick text.), but not a murderer. He didn't have the pleasure a serial killer gets from murder, he didn't have any pleasure at all. Charles was absolutely miserable, and he only felt anything when it was forced upon him. He was not the guy they were looking for. From the emptiness in his stance, to the sadness in his eyes, Charles was weak.
"Why do you have that hole behind the painting?" He asked Charles flippantly. Panic immediately filled Charles' stance. "Wha-what?" "It's pretty obvious you're a drug dealer. Please don't run or something, the rest of my department is already on the way here and they will kill me if I run again." Charles then took off, speeding towards the door to the house. "Fuck!" Aled said quietly under his breath, taking off after him. Charles threw the door to the staircase open, but instead of going down, the criminal went up. Alex audibly groaned, forcing himself to speed up the stairs after him.

When Alex got up, Charles was standing on the edge of the building. Alex slipped his gun out of the hostler, carefully edging to Charles. Alex was panting heavily, and he could tell his binder had rubbed some marks onto his ribs. Breathing was hard enough on its own, but running in a binder, with asthma? Yeah, Alex wasn't feeling too good right now. "Please, Don't, jump," he said between wheezy breaths. Charles turned to face Alex, then grew concerned. "What's wrong?" Charles asked, frowning. "Asthma." Alex replied, gathering a plan. Alex fell forward, landing on his front. Charles let out a noise of surprise, then rushed forward. Alex then handcuffed Charles to himself, and brought up his gun. "Gotcha, bitch." He said in a still very breathy voice.

It was 10 minutes of Charles scowling and Alex panting before the rest of the squad got there. "Alex, are you fucking shitting me? You are so stupid that you didn't even bring your inhaler. You know better than that. I thought we were past this!" George continued to scold Alex while he shoved Charles against a surface and arrested him. "Look, I appreciate the talk, but I can't really breathe and everything hurts so I'm going to get help." He interrupted his adoptive father in a small voice. George immediately grew concerned, but let Alex go see the med worker.

Alex nearly choked on air when he saw Laurens sitting in the ambulance. John rushed to him, asking questions like if anything hurt, what happened, etc. "Inhaler," he said weakly, reaching an arm out for it. John immediately grabbed it and shoved it in Alex's hands. After a few puffs, Alex could breathe again. His ribs still hurt, but he would be damned before he let John know he was trans. "Are you ok?" John asked, still looking scared. Alex nodded, taking deep breaths now that he was able to. John cautiously put an arm around Alex's shoulder, causing Alex to lean into the embrace. Alex was basically melting at the sweetness of it all, and a blush was lighting up his cheeks.

After a few minutes of comforting silence, Peggy Schuyler ran up to greet them. "Hey guys!" She said excitedly. Peggy was the youngest detective on the team, only a year younger than Alex. She was constantly quoting vines, not that Alex was much better, but she was also always in the field. She wasn't bad at her reports, she just never put any effort into them. But, always being on the field meant she knew everyone, and I mean everyone. She was friends with every single person there, and was never scared to strike up a conversation. "Hey, Pegs!" John replied, that heart melting smile on his face once more. "So, I was thinking, we should make a TikTok for the station!" Alex snorted, shaking his head. "Why not? Imagine 'Squad 49, famous TikTokers!'" "Ok, but imagine us trying to catch criminals who knew us from TikTok... that would be a disaster." Peggy rolled her eyes and went on a long rant about how cool it would be to be memes. John joined a few times, but kept his arm securely around Alex.

George came over to check on Alex, then took Peggy with him when he left. John and Alex were alone once more. "She's ridiculous." Alex Said, while laughing softly. "Reminds me of a girl back home, Martha Manning. She was cool, but I had to say no when my family asked me to marry her. I mean, she's a girl, so.." he trailed off, but all Alex could think was 'holy shit he's gay oh my god I have a chance' "Yeah, I get what you mean... I'm bi, so I wouldn't reject solely on that, but I felt that." He said without much thought. John gave Alex's arm a little squeeze, and was about to say something else when Lafayette ran up to the 2 of them, holding hands with Mulligan.

"Mon ami, how are you!" They said, a smile on their face. John grinned, causing Alex's heart rate to pick up once more, and replied "Good, and your brother is just fine, too." Alex rolled his eyes and smiled, glancing up at his sibling. As per usual, Laf immediately knew Alex was crushing on John, and decided to play with him a little. "Mon petit lion is very happy to see you, John. He is normally, how you say, antisocial." Alex glared at his sibling, trying to tell him to cut it out. Laf just smirked back at him. "Alex seems like the kind to pretend to not want friends, but secretly be dying for one. I decided to break down the walls with one smile." And then everyone was laughing, and the teasing didn't matter anymore.