Why Have I Done This??? (Lams Oneshots)

Assassin and Detective

A/N - someone kill me please I wanna go back to school I can't handle this bs anymore

John's POV

"Put your hands up!" I yelled, the man put his hands up and I moved a little closer. "Drop the gun and turn around slowly." He turned around and gave a lopsided grin. "Drop the gun!"
"Or what officer? You'll shoot me?"
"Maybe. I've been looking for you ya know." I sneered. "Now give me to gun."
"Here. Take a bullet." He fired and I felt a hot pain fill my side. I gasped and the man escaped out a window, leaving his call card on the body he dropped before. I fumbled for my radio but it was too late. I lost consciousness.

I squinted in the bright light and groaned. I tried to look around but lifting my head was like lifting a pile of rocks. I sighed and I heard something move. "Oh, you're up." I looked up into the eyes of the assassin most at large in New York, Alexander Hamilton.
"You-" I breathed.
"Why is pudding so damn good? I haven't had it since I was little."
"You shot me!" I snapped, starting to sit up.
"No, no, no. Stay down."
"What kind of game are you playing?" I growled.
"No game. I didn't want to shoot you. That is your fault. You came in without backup. You weren't supposed to do that." He grumbled. "You didn't do anything. You weren't supposed to get hurt." He started to pace around the room and he sighed. "I didn't want to shoot you. I'm sorry." My eyes widened and I started to discreetly reach for the nurse's button.
"Then why did you?"
"Because you broke protocol!" He huffed and glared at me. "Don't do that. I wanna see you hands." He snapped.
"I WANT TO SEE DETECTIVE LAURENS NOW!" A very familiar voice yelled, Hamilton's head snapped up and he gasped.
"Hamilton!" He paused in the window and I craned to look at him. "I will catch you."
"I'm sure you will." He smiled before disappearing.

Alexander's POV

I didn't want to shoot him. He broke the rules. I've always admired him. He's an outstanding detective and even better friend to those around him. Sometimes I watch him. He has a beautiful little girl. I think she's five. I just wish I could have the life he has. I've killed too many for that now. "Where have you been?" Thomas snapped.
"Scouting." I lied. Thomas is my boss...sort of. He gives me a home and food and in return I kill for him. I hate it. The guilt weighs on me. Some of those people have families, children, but I can't let that slow me down. Thomas gives me a name and they give him money. I kill them and give proof of death and Thomas makes me leave a stupid card at each scene. He knows that I'm too good to get caught but if I do he made sure I wouldn't rat him out. When I first came to America he offered me a job and started training me. I was too naive to realize what he was training me for. One night I went home to find the place was a mess and my brother, James, was gone. I looked everywhere and I found one of the cards Thomas had shown me. That was over a year ago. Now I kill and leave the same glossy green card at every scene as proof of death. I leave no finger prints and always have an alibi. They never have enough to nail me.
"You have a job." I sighed and grabbed my laptop. "Check your email."
"Let me guess. Another wife who was cheated on and will regret it in a couple months?" I clicked on the link and sighed. "And bullseye."
"I told you, Alex. Don't think too much of the lives." I groaned and started researching. I grabbed my notebook and belt of various sneaky things and ducked out the window. I fired my grappling hook and made sure it was tight before swinging to a fire escape. I ran along rooftops and perched across the street from the hospital. I could see Detective Laurens in his hospital room with his daughter. I smiled and decided to watch for a bit. The little girl bounced around the room and showed Laurens a drawing. He smiled and said something to her. I sighed and got up. I had work to do.

John's POV

I woke up and yawned. Frances bounced on the edge of the bed and I groaned. "Frances, stop jumping, darling."
"Someone brought you flowers, daddy!" She giggled.
"What? Who?" I frowned, starting to sit up.