A/N: Btw this universe has Lin Manuel-Miranda the Musical in it, and Hammy is a big fan.
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"And I jus'... I can' believe he's goone. Ohh, Jemmyy."
Thomas cried drunkenly over the racket of the bar. His head drooped as Hamilton pat him on the shoulder. Jefferson had only had two shots, and already he was very drunk.

"Shh, I know, I know." Alexander said softly, buzzed. His slightly drunk mind noted that Jefferson was adorable when he was drunk, even if he was crying.

"Hey, you, over there! Can you bring us another round?" Hamilton called.

"Noo, noo, I have to drive home. I can' have another..." Jefferson blubbered.

"Just one more, then we'll get a cab or something." Alexander replied as the redheaded waitress put two more shots down on the table with a fake smile. "Thanks."

"To Madison, may he rest in peace." Hamilton toasted softly, and Thomas lazily clinked their drinks. They both drank.

"So, who do you think the killer is?" Hamilton prompted softly a few silent minutes later.

"I-i don' wann' talk aboutt--"

"We have to if we want to find this guy. C'mon, let's get out of this loud ass bar. I want to call Peggy to bounce ideas off of her."
Hamilton said, sparing a glance towards Jefferson before scooting off the high barstool. He stumbled a bit from the fall and started towards the entryway.

Alexander pushed open the door and took in a deep breath of the fresh air. Walking over to a nearby bench and sitting down, he pulled out his cell and typed in the passcode. Someone plopped themself down beside him.

"Jefferson, glad you could---"

"Shut up." The figure growled deeply, cutting him off. "Look, asshole, you better fucking get off this case before something you don't want happens."

"What---"

"If you and your boyfriend," The hooded figure spat. "Keep prying around and being nosy little shits, you will fucking pay." The person threatened.

"He's not my--"

"I don't care! Just... keep out of it."

The person stood up and left, leaving Hamilton stunned and confused. The encounter had sobered him up quite a bit.

"Who the fuuck was that?" Thomas slurred, stumbling down in the seat.

"I don't know, man. Some creepo. Threatened to 'do something bad' if we kept investigating."

"Creepy."

"Yeah."

Silence.

Hamilton sighed and went back on his phone. He started texting Peggy.

-- Today 7:21PM --

LinManuelIsMyLifeForce: hey pegleg. how you holding up?

AndPeggy: Eh. how's tjeffs?

LinManuelIsMyLifeForce: He's alright. Drunk af.

AndPeggy: oh

LinManuelIsMyLifeForce: anyway, I wanted to spring ideas off of you for who could be the unsub.

AndPeggy: alright. I'm up for it.

LinManuelIsMyLifeForce: great. now, could you look up people that live in this area that specialized in hurting lgbt peeps? Like bullying and stuff.

AndPeggy: already did that. there were only two. James Reynolds and I can't remember the other one.

LinManuelIsMyLifeForce: ok. So, James Reynolds. Where's he?

AndPeggy: Him and his wife live in a place uptown, and we sent officers over there to question them. They were put in custody two hours ago.

LinManuelIsMyLifeForce: what? how did I not know this?

AndPeggy: i thought George texted it to you

LinManuelIsMyLifeForce: crap gimme a minute.

Alexander sighed, he got so many messages nowadays that he just ignored half of them. He typed in George's contact name and saw 3 unread messages.

-- Today 5:36PM --

TheGeneral: Alexander, they put a past killer and his wife in custody.

TheGeneral: I need you and Jefferson to go question them.

-- Today 6:23PM --

TheGeneral: Hamilton?

-- Today 7:38PM --

RightHandMan: Sorry sir, I'll be there with Jefferson ASAP

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Madison's body was found around 4:30-ish btw

I'm sorry this chapter is kind of everywhere. It was filler-ish.

Thank you for 50+ reads already, I really appreciate it!

I might revise this chapter later to make it better

~River