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"Hannibal…please…tell me where he is." I pleaded, looking at him, tears forming rapidly. He looked at me morosely, not answering me. I let out a sob as I collapsed, my heart wrenching as Hannibal held me tight.

"It's alright…it's going to be alright…" He said quietly, stroking my hair as I sobbed.

I woke with a start, tears running down my face, my heart pounding in my ears. I looked at my clock. It blinked 3:42 a.m. I let out a shaky breath. This wasn't the first time I had dreamt about the day I found out about Face being classified as M.I.A. Everyone knew he wasn't alive. It was impossible. His hide out in Iran was ransacked and he was nowhere to be found.

I sat on the edge of my bed, trying to steady my breathing. My hands trembled as I clasped them together, closing my eyes tight. I thought I could escape everything. I had run away from all of the things that reminded me of Face. The places we had been to, the people we knew, the things we had shared together. I tried to bury him away from my mind. I tried to forget. But these nightmares…these god awful dreams are haunting me.

I stood up and made my way to my bathroom. I turned the shower on and stripped my sweaty pajamas off and stepped into the hot stream of water. I leaned against the cool tiled wall, letting the water wash over me.

{Flashback}

I was in the kitchen, washing the dishes, when I heard the floorboards creak. I gripped the knife I had been washing, turned quickly and threw it with the flick of my wrist, sending bubbles and the knife at the stranger in my home. The knife lodged itself in the wall next to the mystery persons head.

"Jesus Christ!" The person exclaimed in surprise.

I sighed with relief.

"Face…you can't sneak up on me like that! You should know better!" I scolded, turning back to the sink. He scoffed and took the knife out of the wall.

"You missed." He whispered in my ear as he stood behind me, putting the knife back in the sink.

I grinned.

"I won't next time." I replied.

"Oh there won't be a next time." He said, putting his hands on my hips, resting his chin on my shoulder.

"You smell nice…" He murmured, as he buried his face in my loose hair. I felt goose bumps rise on my skin as he nuzzled my neck. He rubbed my arms slowly, his large warm hands trailing gently.

"Are you cold?" He asked.

I shook my head.

"It just felt good."

"What did? This?" He nuzzled again, his lips against my neck, brushing against my skin softly.

I blushed and shivered.

"I never knew this was your weak spot." He whispered, his lips still on my neck. I let out a satisfied sigh, and his put a warm kiss on my neck. He turned me around and smiled at me, the smile that always made me melt. He kissed me softly, our lips molding against each others, and moving in a synchronized rhythm. He pulled away and looked at me a smile playing with his lips.

"You are amazing." He whispered, and then proceeded to kiss me again.

{Flashback end}

I felt hot tears run down my cheeks as I slid down the shower wall, hugging my knees to my chest under the warm water, wishing I could just forget.