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Morning came quickly, but not fast enough. Your dreams abandoned you, letting you be in the dark all night, hearing only the screams of your sister. By the time you felt sunlight pressing on your eyelids, it felt like you hadn’t gotten any sleep at all. You felt sore, and the fight with Lee came back to your recollection. You remembered it a bit better now, what had happened. After you’d shoved Lee off of you, he’d gone into a rage. The two of you had screamed and threw punches until he’d pinned you against the wall and knocked you out. Then... you’d walked up to Hannibal’s. You felt a warm bed around you. Was walking to his home a dream? Your eyes fluttered open, yet you held still. The gentle scent of Hannibal drifted over your nose as you turned over and your cheek hit the fluffy pillow. This... was an unfamiliar bed. It must have been his. You were warm and comfortable... you felt safe for the first time since Martha was found. It was still hard to understand. You needed to look over the details of the death. That would help you find the killer. You needed to really convince Jack you were well enough, and that he needed you to solve the case.
“Good morning, (Y/n).” Hannibal strided in, taking no hesitation in sitting on the edge of the bed and pressing his cool hand against your forehead. “How are you feeling?” You instantly relaxed as the pain faded, only to be brought back as he retracted his hand.
“W-What happened?” You complied as Hannibal laid you back down with a small frown.
“I found you. You should have called me, I would have been there,” he said, staring at you with that collected calm. The only emotion he showed was the one he wanted to show. You’d noticed that about him. You wouldn’t be able to tell how he felt unless you looked deep into those eyes. And from what you saw... he was worried.
“I need to go to work...”
“I already called Mr. Crawford. He, as well as I, believe that you should rest today.” Both of you just sat there for a moment. You were lost in thought, contemplating the profile that you had formed for the serial killer. You never imagined that Hannibal had a bit more of an accurate idea of who the murderer was. Something gave him the impression that the killer was nearer to you than you believed.
“(Y/n), I don’t mean to be rude... but why did you feel the need to find me? Did something happen?” His thumb stroked across the bruise on your cheek. You wondered if it meant anything. He could just be a polite gesture... he could just been curious. Hannibal struck you as a very curious man. If there was one goal you had, it was to break his facade. You wanted to see him really feel something.
“Uhm...” You blinked a few times, trying to remember. When exactly did he hit you? “Lee and I... we got in kind of a nasty fight. I don’t remember most of it. When I got my bearings, I just up and walked here.”
“Walked? The entire way?” When he looked down at you, you tried to avoid eye contact.
“Yes.” It was all you would say. Your throat constricted and the pressure from holding it all in made your head throb. It was then that he seemed to remember what he was doing and stood.
“I apologize for pressing the subject. Would you like some breakfast?” He cleared his throat, and gave you a warm smile. His eyes didn’t seem so warm though. His eyes had darkened just the slightest bit, and his mannerisms had become stiff. Had you done something wrong?
“Yes, please... that would be wonderful. Thank you Hannibal...” He was really such a courteous man. Where did he sleep last night? Judging from a few personal relics in the room, you could only assume that it was his room. The pillows and blankets gave off his scent. You faced the emotions blooming in your heart quite begrudgingly, forcing them back down. There was something special about “Dr. Lecter”. The emotions rising within you were filled with a sharp excitement. You longed to tell him you loved him, but that would be silly of you. Hannibal seemed to love very little. You could tell he loved the opera, and had some decent sort of love for Will. Why would you matter to Hannibal?
Your phone rang, startling you out of your thought. After looking at the caller I.D., you didn’t hesitate to answer.
“Jack, I don’t care what state you think I’m in,” You started, not even letting him speak. “I need the details to my sister’s death. I need them in order to find this killer.” On the other end, you heard Jack sigh.
“(Y/n), you know I shouldn’t tell you. You’re emotionally compromised about this case. Hearing it would only upset you-”
“Something changed didn’t it?” You chuckled bitterly. “You know you need me to do this. Tell me what changed.” It was silent for a moment, before you heard the rustling of papers in the distance.
“You keep this up, and I’ll have to schedule you with Lecter...” It was a second more before he continued. “Martha sustained the normal wounds of any victim... the cuts, the bruises. However, her cause of death was decapitation. I’m sure you didn’t see it, our killer tried his best to screw her head back on. Not only that, but we found saliva in her mouth and on her cheeks. The saliva was placed there post mortem... they’re running the DNA sample right now.” He finished with a regretful sigh, waiting for your reply. You couldn’t speak. So... the killer had cut off Martha’s head... picked up the head... and defiled it. You felt disgusted.
“I-I see...” You could hardly speak. “Th-thank you. I’ll talk to you later Jack.”
“Wait, (Y/n)...” Click. Your head throbbed as it all set in. You needed to get out. You needed to find this killer. Worrying wouldn’t help you any. Lying back against the pillows, you closed your eyes. Somewhere in the distance, you heard the pleasant sound of classical music. You were simply at a loss of what to do.
Well you know what they say. When in doubt, keep searching.
You stood up and made the bed before wandering out of the room. His house was someplace you’d gotten used to by now, and finding the dining room wasn’t so hard. You waited a few minutes before Hannibal met you out there, serving you as he did the first day you met him. Things had changed. In positive and negative ways.
“Hannibal... if I asked you something, will you tell me the truth?” You asked, looking up at him as he set your plate down. He cast you a sideways glance.
“Of course. Why wouldn’t I?”
“I just... I’m tired of people talking to me gently, like I’m some child. I know what’s going on. Yes, my sister was killed. And I’d like to help find who did this to her. Now, I know you’ve built a profile of your own, Hannibal. I know that it’s probably more accurate than the ones Will and I have stirred up. What details am I missing?” You began to eat, more out of etiquette than hunger.
“No one is talking to you like you’re a child, (Y/n).” Hannibal faced you with absolute seriousness. “What you’re missing is what you already know. You know it, but you haven’t applied it to your profile. So tell me, what do you know?”
“This guy knows how to kill, has probably been involved in something like it before. He had a rough childhood, given that he has attachment issues. See, the killer’s an over-emotional man facing a bad home situation. That’s what I have... He loves his victims, so he bleeds them to death so he can stay by them as they die. It makes him feel like they need him. He’s also afraid someone, probably his partner, is leaving him. This last murder... he killed Martha. His emotions changed. He decapitated her out of anger. Something triggered his-” Your heart suddenly caught in your throat and your eyes widened. You couldn’t breathe. It was so sick how it all made sense. It had been right in front of you the entire time...
“(Y/n)?” Somewhere far away, you saw Hannibal look at you with concern. You’d figured out something he hadn’t. Without missing a beat, you stood up and muttered an apology before rushing out the door. You didn’t care if you had to go on foot, you would run.
You just had to see if it was true...

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Morning came quickly, but not fast enough. Your dreams abandoned you, letting you be in the dark all night, hearing only the screams of your sister. By the time you felt sunlight pressing on your eyelids, it felt like you hadn’t gotten any sleep at all. You felt sore, and the fight with Lee came back to your recollection. You remembered it a bit better now, what had happened. After you’d shoved Lee off of you, he’d gone into a rage. The two of you had screamed and threw punches until he’d pinned you against the wall and knocked you out. Then... you’d walked up to Hannibal’s. You felt a warm bed around you. Was walking to his home a dream? Your eyes fluttered open, yet you held still. The gentle scent of Hannibal drifted over your nose as you turned over and your cheek hit the fluffy pillow. This... was an unfamiliar bed. It must have been his. You were warm and comfortable... you felt safe for the first time since Martha was found. It was still hard to understand. You needed to look over the details of the death. That would help you find the killer. You needed to really convince Jack you were well enough, and that he needed you to solve the case.
“Good morning, (Y/n).” Hannibal strided in, taking no hesitation in sitting on the edge of the bed and pressing his cool hand against your forehead. “How are you feeling?” You instantly relaxed as the pain faded, only to be brought back as he retracted his hand.
“W-What happened?” You complied as Hannibal laid you back down with a small frown.
“I found you. You should have called me, I would have been there,” he said, staring at you with that collected calm. The only emotion he showed was the one he wanted to show. You’d noticed that about him. You wouldn’t be able to tell how he felt unless you looked deep into those eyes. And from what you saw... he was worried.
“I need to go to work...”
“I already called Mr. Crawford. He, as well as I, believe that you should rest today.” Both of you just sat there for a moment. You were lost in thought, contemplating the profile that you had formed for the serial killer. You never imagined that Hannibal had a bit more of an accurate idea of who the murderer was. Something gave him the impression that the killer was nearer to you than you believed.
“(Y/n), I don’t mean to be rude... but why did you feel the need to find me? Did something happen?” His thumb stroked across the bruise on your cheek. You wondered if it meant anything. He could just be a polite gesture... he could just been curious. Hannibal struck you as a very curious man. If there was one goal you had, it was to break his facade. You wanted to see him really feel something.
“Uhm...” You blinked a few times, trying to remember. When exactly did he hit you? “Lee and I... we got in kind of a nasty fight. I don’t remember most of it. When I got my bearings, I just up and walked here.”
“Walked? The entire way?” When he looked down at you, you tried to avoid eye contact.
“Yes.” It was all you would say. Your throat constricted and the pressure from holding it all in made your head throb. It was then that he seemed to remember what he was doing and stood.
“I apologize for pressing the subject. Would you like some breakfast?” He cleared his throat, and gave you a warm smile. His eyes didn’t seem so warm though. His eyes had darkened just the slightest bit, and his mannerisms had become stiff. Had you done something wrong?
“Yes, please... that would be wonderful. Thank you Hannibal...” He was really such a courteous man. Where did he sleep last night? Judging from a few personal relics in the room, you could only assume that it was his room. The pillows and blankets gave off his scent. You faced the emotions blooming in your heart quite begrudgingly, forcing them back down. There was something special about “Dr. Lecter”. The emotions rising within you were filled with a sharp excitement. You longed to tell him you loved him, but that would be silly of you. Hannibal seemed to love very little. You could tell he loved the opera, and had some decent sort of love for Will. Why would you matter to Hannibal?
Your phone rang, startling you out of your thought. After looking at the caller I.D., you didn’t hesitate to answer.
“Jack, I don’t care what state you think I’m in,” You started, not even letting him speak. “I need the details to my sister’s death. I need them in order to find this killer.” On the other end, you heard Jack sigh.
“(Y/n), you know I shouldn’t tell you. You’re emotionally compromised about this case. Hearing it would only upset you-”
“Something changed didn’t it?” You chuckled bitterly. “You know you need me to do this. Tell me what changed.” It was silent for a moment, before you heard the rustling of papers in the distance.
“You keep this up, and I’ll have to schedule you with Lecter...” It was a second more before he continued. “Martha sustained the normal wounds of any victim... the cuts, the bruises. However, her cause of death was decapitation. I’m sure you didn’t see it, our killer tried his best to screw her head back on. Not only that, but we found saliva in her mouth and on her cheeks. The saliva was placed there post mortem... they’re running the DNA sample right now.” He finished with a regretful sigh, waiting for your reply. You couldn’t speak. So... the killer had cut off Martha’s head... picked up the head... and defiled it. You felt disgusted.
“I-I see...” You could hardly speak. “Th-thank you. I’ll talk to you later Jack.”
“Wait, (Y/n)...” Click. Your head throbbed as it all set in. You needed to get out. You needed to find this killer. Worrying wouldn’t help you any. Lying back against the pillows, you closed your eyes. Somewhere in the distance, you heard the pleasant sound of classical music. You were simply at a loss of what to do.
Well you know what they say. When in doubt, keep searching.
You stood up and made the bed before wandering out of the room. His house was someplace you’d gotten used to by now, and finding the dining room wasn’t so hard. You waited a few minutes before Hannibal met you out there, serving you as he did the first day you met him. Things had changed. In positive and negative ways.
“Hannibal... if I asked you something, will you tell me the truth?” You asked, looking up at him as he set your plate down. He cast you a sideways glance.
“Of course. Why wouldn’t I?”
“I just... I’m tired of people talking to me gently, like I’m some child. I know what’s going on. Yes, my sister was killed. And I’d like to help find who did this to her. Now, I know you’ve built a profile of your own, Hannibal. I know that it’s probably more accurate than the ones Will and I have stirred up. What details am I missing?” You began to eat, more out of etiquette than hunger.
“No one is talking to you like you’re a child, (Y/n).” Hannibal faced you with absolute seriousness. “What you’re missing is what you already know. You know it, but you haven’t applied it to your profile. So tell me, what do you know?”
“This guy knows how to kill, has probably been involved in something like it before. He had a rough childhood, given that he has attachment issues. See, the killer’s an over-emotional man facing a bad home situation. That’s what I have... He loves his victims, so he bleeds them to death so he can stay by them as they die. It makes him feel like they need him. He’s also afraid someone, probably his partner, is leaving him. This last murder... he killed Martha. His emotions changed. He decapitated her out of anger. Something triggered his-” Your heart suddenly caught in your throat and your eyes widened. You couldn’t breathe. It was so sick how it all made sense. It had been right in front of you the entire time...
“(Y/n)?” Somewhere far away, you saw Hannibal look at you with concern. You’d figured out something he hadn’t. Without missing a beat, you stood up and muttered an apology before rushing out the door. You didn’t care if you had to go on foot, you would run.
You just had to see if it was true...