AN: Hello guys! Here's another Hannibal fic minus Clarice Starling. I thought I'd make up a new Agent for Hannibal to play with ;) Enjoy!
I had lived a perfectly ordinary life; a mother, father and a lovely house in the country. We weren't a wealthy family, but we managed with what we had.
That all changed when I decided to join the FBI. I moved away from home, leaving my alcoholic father and highly religious mother behind.
It was a difficult decision to leave home, but my mother insisted I do what was best for me. Evidently, moving away was just the right thing to do.
"Doctor Hannibal Lecter."
"Hm?" I murmured, glancing up from my screen on hearing the voice of my boss.
I sat at my desk in a dimly lit basement room, mulling over some paperwork. Considering I was FBI, I should have heard Mr Langdon enter my office.
"Hannibal Lecter." He repeated. "I take it you've heard of him?" He asked, taking the seat in front of me.
"Of course." I nodded, sliding my round spectacles down my nose before placing them onto the desk.
"He's holed up in the Baltimore State Prison for the Criminally Insane. I want you to go in there and get everything you can out of him on the Jenson case. Think you're ready? I'd do it myself but I think a woman would work better."
I inhaled gently, narrowing my eyes slightly at the man sitting in front of me. He was an arrogant son of a bitch, but a good agent nonetheless.
"Work better for what?" I cocked my head to the side slightly, frowning a little.
"Oh come on Anderson, you know exactly what. Lecter hasn't seen a woman in eight years. You might be just his taste, so to speak." He smiled sweetly at me, which made my stomach turn.
So that's it.
"When do you need me to go?" I asked, running a hand through my long auburn hair.
He checked his watch, smirking to himself.
"Right about now, actually. I'll walk you to your car."
"I can manage just fine, thank you, Sir." I said in the politest way possible, without saying 'fuck off'.
He wrinkled his nose up before throwing a file onto my desk.
"There's all you need to know on Lecter. Make sure that's returned to me." He said, nodding to the file before standing up. "See you around, Anderson."
With that, thankfully, he left the room. Respecting your boss is a given when you take a job, but sometimes that asshole needed my foot shoved where the sun didn't shine.
Packing up all of my things, I grabbed the file on Doctor Lecter along with the Jenson file and my coat before leaving the office, locking the door behind me.
Can't be too careful.
The drive to Baltimore was short and simple; no traffic and no bother, just how I liked it. The weather however, was a different story.
It was very rare I regretted moving away from home, but at times like this, with the rain hammering down on my windscreen and the flashes of lightning shooting across the sky, I missed being in the comfort of my own bed where I grew up.
On arriving at the prison, I held the file under my coat to avoid it getting wet, before jogging to the front doors.
It was a dull looking place with grey walls and huge iron bars surrounding it.
What did you expect, a garden full of roses?
I rolled my eyes at my own subconscious before entering the building.
Inside wasn't much better. Grey painted walls with a dirty grey carpeted flooring. Two officers stood either side of the reception desk, who didn't look overly enthusiastic about their jobs.
"Special Agent Katherine Anderson, FBI." I said on reaching the desk, pulling out my badge to show the rather round woman sitting there.
"Sign in." She muttered, passing me a clipboard with a slip of paper on and a pen.
After going through all of the proceedings, I was finally allowed through. A lovely gentleman named Carter, showed me around the place before leading me to a final gate.
"The point of no return." He said with a smirk. "Of course you will return, I just meant-"
"I know what you meant, Carter." I said, smiling gently.
He nodded once, his cheeks turning a bright shade of pink.
"Just a warning, whatever you do, do not let him get inside your head. He's a nice enough guy when you don't disrespect him, but I've seen what he does to his victims." He said, all humor now gone. "Down the corridor, last cell. Keep to the right."
"Thank you." I smiled weakly as the gate slid open noisily.
"I'll be watching on the monitor. You'll do fine." He smiled, before closing the gate.
I took a deep breath before steadily walking down the hall. If I said I wasn't nervous, I'd be lying.
The hallway was small and cold; only holding five cells, including Lecter's. Separating each occupant from myself was a black iron gate.
As I neared the end of the hallway, I took another deep breath before entering the view of Hannibal Lecter.
Here we go.