Jack Crawford attempted to make eye contact with Will Graham.
"Jack, how close are we to finding the Cheshire Cheese ripper?"
"We are, close, dangerously close to finding the Chester Draws Ripper, Will. I can only thank you for your help in finding the Cheese Cake ripper. But it's not yet over." Jack sighed, fiddling with a pen on the dashboard
"Will it ever be over though? I can't think of anything that will help us even when he is found and locked up, this Cherry-Picker Ripper has damaged us all" Will said. He looked down at the floor, and then back up, as he realised Jack was staring at him again.
They both got out of the car, letting their feet be engulfed and frozen by the snow with each step. Their tracks lead up to Dr Hannibal Lecter's unnecessarily huge mansion. Before either of them could knock on the old oak doors, Hannibal opened them, politely inviting them inside.
"What brings you here, at this time?" He said, as if to sound surprised but he didn't, as they entered his...what is that...a living room or something?
"We have an idea of where the Hella Chic Ripper may be, and it's very very near here. Incredibly near here actually. Literally here. The Hide and Seek Ripper is literally in your house, Dr, and we came to warn you" replied Jack.
Hannibal didn't respond, he just pretended to look mildly concerned, but not too concerned or he'd give himself away. In the words of Sir Patrick Stewart 'Acting'.
Two more guards came in through the doors after them.
"Yahul and Elton, this is Dr Hannibal Lecter. I've brought you here to protect him until we find the Charlie's Angels Ripper. He is lurking somewhere in this very house. We have to stay silent or the Chesapeake Stripper will find us..."
"So, after all this time, you found me"- A thick deep Danish accent responded
For, as Jack had spoken, Will turned around and was engaged, aroused and shocked. There stood Hannibal Lecter, standing tall in an elaborate expensive looking bra, a pink lacy thong, and stockings, the colour matched his lip gloss.
"I fucKING KNEW IT JACK I TOLD YOU IT WAS PRONOUNCED STRIPPER DO YOU EVEN READ YOU'RE NOT SO SMART AFT-" Will couldn't finish, has Hannibal had impaled him with a pole. As Will Graham lay on the ground trying hard to breathe, but only to have blood fill his mouth, Hannibal wrapped his legs around the pole, making swift and graceful erotic movements with his extremely flexible body.
"THE CHACHA SLIDE RIPPER!" Yelled Yahul.
"FREEZE!" Screamed Crawford, pulling out a gun and aiming it at Lecter. "EVERYBODY CLAP YO HANDS"
All of them, in synchronization, stopped to clap their hands, including Will.
Yahul and Elton jumped into the action as soon as the clapping had come to a halt. But Hannibal's skills were too developed and his body too strong even for the best FBI Agents in the field.
"I'LL GUIDE YOU THROUGH IT OKAY...TO THE LEFT.." Jack yelled as Hannibal continued fighting with the art of erotic dance.
"TAKE IT BACK NOW YAHUL"-Yahul took it back.
"TWO HOPS TWO HOPS...TWO HOPS TWO HOPS" The agents were confused, the hopping twice, but 8 times? They were too aroused, and Jack could see that, as he was too. Will Graham however, was in tremendous amounts of pain.
"NOW IT'S TIIIIME TO GET FUNKY" They all followed this instruction, apart from Will Graham, who was either dead or very nearly dead, it's really too bloody to tell.
Jack Crawford stripped of his duffle coat and suit, as did Yahul and Elton with their uniforms. Hannibal got down from the pole, not even out of breath. He walked to the other side of the room to get his whip.