In case it wasn’t obvious, this is the first chapter of a never-finished genderbent OJ Simpson!AU Hamilton fanfic.
Alex Hamilton was standing in the kitchen of her cramped East Village apartment, looking at her reflection in the microwave, trying to comb her unruly hair, and snapping at her sons to stop bickering when the phone rang.
“I need your opinion on a homicide. On the Upper East Side.”
“What? No one gets killed on the Upper East Side.”
“One of the victims is the girlfriend of Levi Weeks.”
“Who?”
“Levi Weeks? You know. Plays for the Giants? Best running back in the NFL?”
“I have no idea who that is. Look, can you get to the point?” Alex continued to hold the phone in one hand while she grabbed Philip and William’s backpacks, handed them to the boys, and pushed them in the direction of the door.”
“Well, we’re at Levi’s apartment, and there’s a trail of blood leading in. There are also two matching bloody gloves, one at the crime scene and one outside his apartment. We want to get a search warrant, and we just wanted to get a prosecutor’s opinion.”
“That sounds like you have enough to arrest him. Go for it.”
***
Alex sat down in her lawyer’s office, her head spinning with all the facts about the Weeks case, coming in too fast for her to process. She so didn’t have time for this shit.
“Eli is challenging the terms of your divorce.”
“Goddammit. I can’t deal with this right now.”
“You filed for divorce on Thursday. You knew what you were getting into.”
“I didn’t know Levi Weeks was going to kill his girlfriend on Sunday!”
***
She and Eli had met at a party … what was it now? Eighteen years ago? She was in law school at Columbia, and he was interning at The New Yorker, having graduated college a few years before and spent the intervening time building houses in Tibet or Angola or wherever. He came from a rich New York family, and she was fascinated by his worldliness, charm, and the calm equanimity with which he seemed to view life. And he was intrigued by the small curly-haired girl from Washington Heights, who never stopped talking quickly and confidently and like she had something to prove. It wasn’t love at first sight, exactly, but she did feel something when she first caught his eye across the room, like she was drowning.
Well, it was all over now: they were getting divorced. After years of suggesting that maybe she could take their kids to the pool one day, or help Philip with his math homework, or at least just come home instead of working half the night and sleeping on the couch at her office, Eli put his foot down. He was right, she was a terrible mother. But how could she take time off when there was so much work to do? The district attorney’s office was perpetually understaffed, and there were always a million things she hadn’t done.
Well, the Weeks case would be a nice distraction from the whole divorce mess, that was for sure.