I have to tell you, I'm seriously looking forward to Hannibal the TV show. But because of the TV show this fanfic may change based on what happens in the show. I'll announce any spoilers if they come up. I've watched most of the movies, read the books. My Hannibal is based on Mads Mikkelsen cause he just looks awesome.

Cecelia Bently looked around the office waiting for Dr. Lecter to finish. Since she had walked into his office he had not moved, but for a cursory grunt hello when she walked in he had said nothing just continued to sit behind his desk scribbling in a notepad. She was unsure what this was all about but continued to sit, quietly and ponder.

"How are you today Mrs. Dusick?"

Cecelia didn't appreciate the address and tried hard not to show it. She was a damned doctor and he knew that but that was only half of her aggravation. She had changed her name, well more to the point she never changed her name. She married Brad Dusick over 18 years ago and kept her maiden name mostly out of spite. Why Dr. Lecter had decided today to annoy her she was unsure.

"Dr. Lecter I-"

"Are you seeking other means of treatment?" He ignored her interruption. He stood up and walked from behind his desk, bringing the notepad and a file folder with him. "I caution you that any alternate form of treatment could be detrimental to the work we are doing together."

"Why do you believe I am seeking other forms of treatment?"

"Are you still having nightmares?"

She sat back into the sofa and tried to cover the smile by scratching her nose. Lecter took the seat opposite her and crossed his legs.

"Mrs. Dusick?"

"Why do you insist calling me that Dr. Lecter?"

"Do you realize we have only asked each other questions?"

"Why do you think that is?"

"Do you have a hypothesis?"

"Would you like to hear it?"

"Do you think I would have asked you if I didn't?"

"We have a petty game going on Dr. Lecter, don't we?"

"Rhetoric, that counts as a fail."

Cecelia sneered, Lecter pursed his lips slightly, one corner of his mouth turning up then very quickly put back down. He took a newspaper clipping from the folder he held and slipped it on the table between them.

Cecelia had to sit up and lean forward in the chair to view the picture.

"What is this?"

"Are we playing again?"

She looked in his face, "What is this?"

"That would be repetition and a fail."

"I don't understand why you are showing me this."

The newspaper clipping was one of a murder three towns away of a teenage girl. There was suspicion that it was a mugging gone wrong someone had noticed the similarities to another murder 2 weeks prior and the police had intensified the investigation.

Cecelia read through the article it wasn't much more than a few paragraphs the police did not have a lot of evidence to go on. Her brow creased.

"I read the paper Dr. Lecter but I've lost my taste for the crime section."

"I thought you would be most interested in this piece Mrs. Duscik."

She looked at him, stood up and walked to the window.

"Why would you think the murder of a teenage girl would interest me?"

"For several reasons. Cecelia, why don't you sit down?" He motioned to the chair which she took sitting back down.

"Both of your daughters were in their teens when your family was attacked."

She didn't bother nodding he knew this information.

"What was your reaction to this?"

"It's a tragedy."

"That is your only opinion?"

"I don't understand where this is going Dr. Lecter."

"I feel it necessary to caution you."

"Caution?"

"This is sloppy work and predictable. I would think you better than this, banality was something I never saw in you."

Cecelia narrowed her eyes.

"I'm afraid you have me at a loss. I'm not sure I understand just what you are talking about."

They sat looking at each other. Lecter blinking slowly at his patient.

"If you mean to imply" she started, "that you believe I committed a murder I'm afraid I'm confused."

Lecter said nothing only continued to blink.

"One would think being a doctor you would have certain responsibilities, not only to a patient but also to the public. Wouldn't you, being the professional that you are, inform the police that you believe a patient is a danger to not only themselves but also to the public? Wouldn't the greater good rule in this case?"

"I can help you be better than this if you would take direction, you must follow it strictly, there are no half ways on this."

Cecelia began to sweat, the foul dampness causing her blouse to adhere to her skin. Something else stirred, her muscles tightened, she crossed her legs squeezing them together.

"This excites you, this proposition?"

Cecelia looked down, now too ashamed to look at Dr. Lecter directly. He ripped the top sheet off the notepad.

"These are a few of the instructions along with my home address. If you are interested 10 o'clock tonight, if not I'm afraid our session are done."

The wetness was now no longer contained to her underarms, sweat was spreading on her back chest and her scalp felt hot as well. A different kind of wetness was spreading between her legs, she flexed tighter. He held out the paper which she took and read over.

"Lose 25 kilos? How do you propose I do that?"

"Any violation of the rules is an automatic fail."

"How much is that in pounds, 50? 55?"

"You must build up your stamina as well. I'll have a more comprehensive list tonight, these are things I came up with very quickly."

She was dumbstruck, there had to be at least 50 items on this list.

"What do you expect of me Dr. Lecter? Surely not to cure, displace perhaps?"

"Call this whatever you like."

"And you will no longer treat me if I refuse?"

"I find it highly unlikely that you will refuse. I believe you believe in this course of treatment."

"I don't see how I will have time for most of this." She said looking at the list and shaking her head.

"You will make time for this and other conditions. Your sexual exploits stop this instant."

She shot a look at him flushing. This was something she hadn't mentioned to him.

"No matter how many showers you take Cecelia, you stink of other men."

She wondered if that was why he did not look at her and see victim.

"Tell me how many men have you slept with since the murder of your family."

She stayed quiet, struggling to calm her breath. She had been careful, always back to her home for the night, showering before bed and showering in the morning. There were no traces of her husband's cologne in the house, no male deodorant.

"Please stop thinking of the truth. Stop." Lecter scolded.

"What?"

"You look guilty, you sound guilty, find more shame in that than in the murder of two women?"

"I see nothing but your assumption regarding that."

"I have nothing more than my assumption regarding your sexual escapades. Answer my question."

She turned her head away from him.

"How many men have you fucked, Cecelia?"

It was how her name rolled from his tongue. He whispered it, he screamed it, he made love to it with him mouth. That was why she was here, that was why she continued to return. She wanted to hear his voice say her name. She had slept with her last shrink, but she loved Dr. Lecter. She would do whatever he asked, then he would fall in love with her as well, this she knew.

"15"

"Quite a few."

"It's been a slow week"

"When you are prepared to tell me the truth Cecelia, when you are prepared to follow my instructions to the letter, then you will be comfortable again." He stood up and walked back behind his desk. "Good day Cecelia, 10 o'clock tonight, I am holding a dinner party tonight so please no earlier."

She left his office, she needed to water the seed he placed inside of her each time she saw him. But he told you no, her mind countered, failure to comply is an automatic fail. Did he mean just men? She thought passing by a group of jogging coeds. She could scratch the itch herself. He didn't say specifically no to that. She wasn't sure so, she did nothing. She went home to read the list and wait for 10 o'clock.

#

"Dr. Lecter surely this has been the most delectable meal I have ever eaten." Mrs. Yuak raised her glass to Lecter and was followed by several others.

Hannibal wiped the corner of his mouth, dislodged a small piece bit of potato from between his cheek and gum and raised his own glass.

"I do thank you madam." He said giving a small nod of his head.

"Dr. Lecter." The red head to his right purred. "You must tell me what that juicy piece of meat was. Carl here thinks it was veal, I say lamb."

Lecter paused, sucking in a large breath before replying. She had some insipidly ludicrous name, Puppy or some such nonsense. Lecter had silently cursed the Dean for bringing her. She had shamelessly been coming on to him all night. Casually touching his arm staying longer each time she placed her hand there. He thought of uses for her, none of them ended prettily.

"It is getting late and I'm afraid I've kept you all long enough." Lecter said standing, addressing the table. "I'm am very glad to have had you, and hope to have you again." He directed the last part to the redhead, touch his glass to hers. The insipid smile she slipped him gave him everything he needed.

He walked his guests to the door. Making pleasant conversation as they said their good byes. Lecter made mental notes on those who lingered too long, keeping care not to show his frustration. As his last guest backed down the drive way, Lecter looked to the woods abutting his home, smiling internally he went back inside.

#

Cecelia, against orders from Lecter arrived at 6. Conscious of the fail for showing up at his home too soon she waited in the trees, hopefully hidden from where anyone could see her. From where she was she could see the guests arrive, there is Mr. and Mrs. Yuak, Dr. Ted Hopper and his longtime companion, James Cris, the Dean, Carl Cautti. Cecelia knew them all, with the exception of a redhead on the Dean's arm. They had all been to the funeral of her family, they had all whispered words of condolences at the wake, then forgot about her just as quickly.

Cecelia, instead of being invited in and dinning with the group was hiding out in the woods, skulking. She pondered what was the tipping point on this? The events of the last 18 months did not conjure polite dinner conversation. Once you tell someone how you cannot rid of the taste of cum in your mouth you are left off of dinner invites.

Cecelia sat down on a log to wait for 10. Soon her eyes closed and she dropped into an unsettled sleep.

"This isn't over Jennifer!" She screamed. The teen ran up the stairs, running away from her mother.

"You're a useless human being." She screamed as she stomped up each stair.

"Keep stomping up those stairs I'll nail those feet to the floor." A threat she used quiet often when her daughter was 6, not as effective now the girl was 16.

The doorbell rang. Cecelia too distracted by Jennifer to notice it was after 9 opened the door.

The gun was the first thing she saw, it turned out to be the least of her problems that night.

She woke from the dream her heart racing. It was a tame nightmare as they typically went. She knew they would get increasingly worse. Certain thinks calmed it, Dr. Lecter had promised to assist it at least she thought that was where it was headed. He could be luring her into a trap, have the police waiting for her however she thought that scenario was unlikely. Of course almost as unlikely as a psychiatrist aiding and abetting his patient in criminal misdeeds.

Cecelia looked at her watch, 9:58. She stood up brushed the dirt off of her clothes and walked to his door.

#

"Cecelia, I am glad you came." He walked her into the entry way. "Just a moment I will be right back."

She looked around the entry way, waiting for Lecter to come back. It wasn't always like this, she held a doctorate in forensic psychology, was one of the leading forensic psychologists consulted for court cases, flown across the country, her opinion was regarded highly. Held a faculty position and was well liked. Now, she was ostracized from social functions, gave up her teaching position, skulked in woods and stood in entryways of homes, no longer good enough to be invited in past the front hall. If she thought about it too long the pain caused her to do frightening things.

She did not hear Lecter walk back to her and wondered what he wore on his feet.

"Here we are," he said holding out an envelope to her.

She opened the envelope pulling out 5 neatly typed single spaced pages, on the top printed in bold "INSTRUCTIONS".

"Look them over, again if you are unable to follow the instructions it is a fail and I'm afraid I cannot help you any longer.

"I'm sure I do not have to tell you to commit the instructions to memory as soon as possible and discard the papers and envelope. I do not have a fear you will tell anyone but it would be most remiss of me if I do not mention it. After following the instructions I will see you again in a month." He nodded putting a period to his instructions.

"Dr. Lecter, why are you doing this?"

"Call it a mutual beneficial examination."

"Mutual?"

He nodded, reached past her and opened the door for her. She turned but paused.

"You may have to trust me for a short time." He explained

"Then after you have my trust?"

"I will have your faith." He leaned cupped her face in his hands and pressed his lips to hers. The kiss was warm, passionate, inviting and frightening.

"Good night my dear Cecelia."

She dumbly nodded and left. As she walked to the rented efficiency flat, the kiss tingled on her lips, she touched them, pressing his essence into her, burning the kiss on her lips. There was one word, no, one name flipped through her mind.

Judas