So this is my first Hannigram story. Hope you guys like the idea.
Chapter 1
Dr. Hannibal Lecter had just finished on of his fines meals yet. He was cleaning up his kitchen and had just finished when his door bell rang. Hannibal had not been expecting anyone, so this was one of the few times he was curious about his late night visitor. He opened the door to find Alana, who was holding a small kitten in one hand, and a duffle bag across her other shoulder.
He greeted her with a smile. "Hello, Alana," he said, moving to the side so she could come in.
"Good evening, Dr. Lecter," she responded professionally, making her way to the sitting room. When she had settled herself, she began apologizing. "I'm sorry for calling on you so late, Doctor."
"I am at anyone's disposal at any time," he responded. His comment put her at ease for intruding so late. "What seems to be the dilemma?" He asked, seeing Alana's face showing her internal turmoil.
She smiled at him for deducing the problem quickly. "Well, I went out with the team to see if I could help them with their most recent murderer." Hannibal nodded because he was familiar with the case already. She continued. "We had just gotten there, and no one had yet stepped onto the actual crime scene. Jack let Will go first because Will works best when everything has been left untouched. He literally stepped into the crime scene, and he . . ." Alana seemed at a loss for words.
"Alana," the doctor said, "just tell me what happened."
"Well," she started again. "No one else saw it happen, but I saw Will somehow disappear. When we started looking for him, this cat showed up. It wouldn't let the police take it or pick it up. It came over to me, and I just didn't know what to do." Hannibal only looked at her. He seemed to understand that she thought the cat was Will; however, Hannibal, being the sensible person he was, knew better. The murderer probably captured Will in some obscure way and left the cat as a replacement to throw them off. However, Hannibal, being the socially ept person he was, decided not to tell Alana his theory. Instead, he offered to keep the cat housed until they found out exactly what had happened.
"Thank you," she said, "I hope this doesn't cause too much of an inconvenience for you. I would be glad to take it back if you would like."
"That is not necessary, Ms. Bloom. I will hold full responsibility for it." He smiled his convincing smile that few people could resist. He sent her off shortly after.
Hannibal looked at the cat who had passed out on his nice arm chair. Hannibal sighed, hoping that the cat did not shed too much, or he might have to find some new decor, or get rid of the cat.