Title: Close Shave
Author: Therm
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters in this story.
Summary: Face observes Hannibal.
Warnings: Talk about getting old, maybe a little sad.
Notes: Response to QP for Cut. 229 words. (I'll get dead on 150 soon enough!) Takes place sometime before 'Incident at Crystal Lake, but no spoilers for the episode.
"What happened to you?" Face asked.
"Cut myself shaving." Hannibal replied, absently touching the area the plaster covered.
"Must have been some nick."
"Lucky I wasn't shaving my neck, could have cut my head off." Hannibal said, smiling at the younger man.
"Want a cigar? Got some that come highly recommended."
"Sure." Hannibal reached across as Face held out the cigar.
Face saw Hannibal's hand shaking slightly. He said nothing. Just watched as Hannibal bit off the end of the cigar and lit it up. After a few puffs, Hannibal spoke again. "These are good, Face. Can you get more?"
"Sure. Whatever you want."
"Thanks."
They stayed in almost silence, but Face's mind raced with the talks he and BA had about Hannibal recently. He'd noticed too. Hannibal's shooting wasn't quite as accurate as it once was.
He'd get the others to do more of the sharp shooting. Took him longer to shoot a tyre out, get that shot that once he could have done in one go.
That wasn't what worried them, taking longer was no problem, it was where the stray bullets went.
The side of a building, through a window, that didn't hurt anyone. What about oncoming vehicle, innocent bystander?
They'd have to talk soon. All of them.
Help Hannibal see that cutting back on some of the fire fights was the best thing to do.
-The End-