A/N: Part 2 of the trial. Please enjoy!!*this chapter does mention rape, please beware before reading*

*Thomas POV*

I didn't want James to coach me at all. I knew why I was being asked if I had a lawyer. I knew it was because I made unwise choices. Like, for one, coming here when I should be at the office. So, I knew what I needed to do. Tell the truth and take whatever time I am dealt.

I went up to the stand. George followed me with the Bible so I could take the oath, "Do you promise to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth?"

"I do."

James followed a similar path that we saw Aaron follow, "To start, please state your name and age."

"My name is Thomas Jefferson and I am 37 years old."

"Let's begin with the first encounter with Mrs. Hamilton. Please explain that day for us."

I took a deep breath and began, "I remember the day before I went to talk to Mrs. Hamilton, I found a check stub in the hallway outside of Alexander and I's offices. He's never been careless when it came to work, so I examined it. Thought maybe it might have needed to be thrown away, but that I looked at who it was for. Mrs. Reynolds, it wasn't an official White House stub, so it had to have been a personal one. I got curious, and went to his office to ask him, but he had already left work. I didn't mean to snoop, but when I saw your checkbook just laying out on your desk, I couldn't help but check to see if they matched, and they did. I was, then, inclined to tell Mrs. Hamilton what I found. So, I did. That next morning I went to her house before stopping into the office and told her what I suspected. She denied that her husband would ever do such a thing, she didn't want to believe it. I left her my card for my personal business as a hit-man, as she said, and I left. She texted me about it. I set up a date and time and we left it at that."

"So did anything happen between the two of you during the time the meeting was set up and the actual meeting?"

"No, sir."

"Alright, so skip ahead to the meeting that Mrs. Hamilton told us was the following Tuesday."

"Right. I confirmed the appointment with her. And then, at 7:00 pm I went outside the capitol building after a Senate meeting that the cabinet members were told to sit in on and she was waiting for me. I walked her to my apartment, which is where I hold most of these meetings. I gave her tea, discussed prices, and then offered to walk her home, like a gentleman should."

"What type of conversations did you and Mrs. Hamilton have when you walked her to her sister's home?"

"It was mainly small talk, but small talk never really lasted that long. You can only ask how someone is doing once or twice before it gets annoying. So, I asked if she had ever been in love before her husband."

"Did she answer you?"

I chuckle a little, remembering the look on her face when I asked. It wasn't disgust or confusion for why I would ask, but just a look filled with love as she thought about her husband. I knew I wanted her to think of me like that, "Yea, she did. She said that she didn't think she had been."

"Any other questions come up."

"I asked if she was ever involved with another person before him. She responded no to that one too. She said that she wasn't necessarily saving herself for marriage, but that she wanted it to be with the one."

"Did she ask you any questions?"

"She asked me one. She asked if I ever found love. I told her that I thought I did, and I married her. Then I also thought I was in love with both Peggy and Angelica. We really didn't talk much after that."

"So you drop her off, and then what happens."

"I go home. I get drunk off my ass. At this point, I thought I had feelings for her. I thought I might have a crush on her. Sending her home made me realize it was more than just a crush. Seeing her hurt, made me feel sick to my stomach. So I drank."

"You developed feelings for Mrs. Hamilton?"

"I did. I tried to suppress them, I truly did. I mean, for God's sake, I work with her husband everyday. But part of me still wanted her." I look over at her. She is as pale as a ghost. The realization that I enlisted that reaction on her makes me sick to my stomach, too. I never wanted to hurt her, but it's too late for that.

"Alright, so your drinking and what happens?"

"Drunk text. I sent her a picture that wasn't correct for me to send. We both apologized and moved on."

"So, following the story that Eliza has already provided for us, we know that she calls you to cancel the kill, which you agree to. You have to drop off the money, though. At what time do you go to Ms. Peggy's house to drop off the money?"

"I got the call from Eliza around 3:30. She told me it was off. I was pissed. I was not only losing a client, but that also meant she had made up with her cheating scumbag husband. So at 4 o'clock, I went to Peggy's house to drop off the money, like she said to."

"Describe the events of what happened while you were there."

"I pull her into the bathroom. I just wanted to feel her against me. I kissed her. I got greedy. I wanted to feel her skin against mine. I touched her when I shouldn't have. She kneed me in the nuts and told me to leave. I made a comment that was out of rage and she slapped me. I left, already crying. I lost every shot I had with her, but I had fallen in love."

"Alright, so it's true that you violated her space and touched her when she didn't give you consent?"

"Yes. I know it was wrong. I know that." I looked into her eyes. They were round and in shock, but they were still her's, "I know I fucked up. I am willing to pay any amount of time to make it up to them, to her."

"Don't get too hasty, Mr. Jefferson. Let's continue on."

"Next day. I'm at the office. I leave my personal office just as she leaves his personal office. She was trying to be civil. Trying to be polite and leave, but I stopped her. The greed took over me. I wanted to feel her skin. And I did. My actions were inappropriate, though. I shouldn't have. I know that now, but I was love sick. I still am, just my head cleared up from that moment."

"When you say you felt her skin, can you explain that?"

"I went up her skirt. I wanted to feel the skin that she only shared with him because if I felt it too, then I was on the same level as him."

"After that, what happens?"

"Alex opens the office door that I had backed her into. He stopped me. At the time I was upset, but now I know that I needed to stop. He took her to George's office. I went back into my office and got myself off. I needed to after seeing her."

Madison clears his throat, "Judge Jay, may we continue since Eliza still isn't settled down?"

"You may." His voice rings over me.

"So following these events, what is the next run in you have with Eliza?"

"Today. I made a stupid desicsion. I followed Alexander home. I wanted to see her again. I wanted one last chance. One last shot with her. I broke into her house through her bedroom window and I hid in the bathroom. I heard her crying, I couldn't hear what she was saying but her voice was upset. I assumed it was because of Alex, so I wanted to fix that. Fix it for her." My eyes darted back to her. She looked broken. I was falling apart just seeing her fall apart. I cleared my throat, "She was in a robe. I was angry at Alex and I wanted to make her happy, so I did the one thing I know makes people happy. Sex. I pulled her down, unmasked myself to her. I will never forget the look in her eyes when she saw it was me. The only word I can use to describe it is fear. She screamed, but I muffled it with my hand. I did what I could, I didn't get very far. Alex saved her again. He punched me so many times. I blacked out."

"After you awoke, where were you?"

"Alexander's office, tied to chair."

"That brings us to now, does it not?"

"Almost. I heard talking from in the office, Alex was telling someone that she was pregnant. I didn't even notice the blood that he had mentioned." I looked down at my black and white converse, "But looking at myself now, I see it. About 10 minutes later, George Washington, Alexander Hamilton, and Eliza Hamilton walked into the office I was being held in. She was… terrified. I realized that I was a problem, I was the problem. That takes us right up to now."

I looked at her, she had calmed down. But she looked pissed at both herself and me. I know why she would be upset at me, but why at herself? I felt for her. I was willing to do anything I could to stop this.