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Kailani Taikefu sighed. It wasn't that working for Dr. Lecter was hard or anything, it was just that some clients were really fucking annoying! She knew she was doing the good doctor a favor by keeping Mr. Froideveaux busy but for the love of Tahiti, the man was difficult and CLINGY!

Trying to make him see sense and understand that Dr. Lecter needed a break between seeing clients was like trying to convince a sloth that exercise was a good thing. The man was twitchy, annoying, and his feelings for Hannibal Lecter - whatever they may be - were beginning to creep her out.

When the man finally went in, she was able to breathe a sigh of relief. He was the doctor's problem now.

She typed up the rest of the notes and printed them out, attaching them to the file and binding them twice for good measure. Once finished, she double checked her cell phone for any messages, made certain her Louisville Slugger was still under her desk, and even got herself another cup of tea while waiting to mark off Franklyn's attendance. She glanced at the window to make sure nothing was out of the ordinary.

Windows always posed problems. Fuckers.

She glanced up when the door opened, seeing a tall, Black man entering the room. He looked ready for business and she had never seen him before. She double checked the aluminium bat beneath her desk again, before greeting the man in the most respectful way she could manage without letting him know that she was skeptical of him.

"Good afternoon, sir." Her voice came out strong. Good.

"Hello, I'm Agent Jack Crawford, with the FBI," the man explained, holding up an ID as well as a badge. "Is Dr. Lecter in?"

"He's with a client currently," said Kailani, glancing at the clock, "but their session should be over in a few moments. Dr. Lecter allows himself a brief, thirty minute respite between clients in order to gather himself, will that be enough time to conduct your business?"

"It should be, thank you."

Kailani gestured to the small sofa meant for waiting clients and situated herself once more, waiting for the session to end.

It came soon, thankfully. She stood, nodding politely to Dr. Lecter and introducing Agent Crawford smoothly. Noting the agent's hesitance, she turned to Franklyn and asked, "Mr. Froideveaux, may I walk you to your car?"

The portly man stuttered and looked between the three people who were much taller than him, before giving a small nod. Kailani placed a well manicured hand on his shoulder and led him to the door, striking up small conversation on watching one's health and how taking a leisure day would not hurt him.

"But don't only women take leisure days?"

She was quick to nip that in the bud. "Women are not the only people on the planet who may find repose when life's struggles beckon too insistently."

She closed the door behind them, leaving the two men to their talking. Her mind trailed off to the metal bat again, mentally noting that if any problems arose, she could always use it. Guns and knives could accidentally kill in many places, but a bat would only kill if it was a head shot - most likely - so she preferred bats.

She smiled disarmingly at Franklyn and wished him a good week, waving a little as he drove away.

Once back inside, she was able to catch the tail end of the conversation, with Dr. Lecter promising Agent Crawford that he'd 'be in tomorrow morning'. Crawford nodded to Kailani before taking his leave.

"You aren't in trouble, are you?" she finally asked.

"And if I was?" smirked Lecter, looking interested in her response.

"I'd be ashamed," said answered simply, sitting at her desk again.

"Not fond of law breaking?"

Kailani frowned, snorting as she said, "No. I am a firm believer that you can break any law so long as you aren't caught. If you get caught, you deserve whatever punishment is bestowed upon you."

Dr. Lecter waited a moment, but he seemed unable to hold his questions back. "Even if it's murder, or sexual assault, or even abuse?"

She sighed, sitting back. "Dr. Lecter, laws are meant to be broken. It is a literal fact that you can anything you want ever, so long as you cover your tracks and aren't caught. People run red lights, grow marijuana, and lie on their taxes, and are never caught. What the law doesn't know won't hurt them or you."

Fixing her collar, she quirked a brow in his direction. "Very few things affect me. Rape, child abuse, and animal abuse being all of them. Does it make me a bad person that I don't care if someone steals or kills or even enters the country illegally and 'takes jobs from honest Americans'? No, I don't think it does."

"One would argue that it's simply your Bipolar Disorder acting up."

Kailani sneered, "I take medication on a constant basis and have felt this way for years. I was diagnosed only two years ago."

"Perhaps it is simply something you think you feel. Lack of experience in an area breeds thoughts and process. You have not seen death so maybe you wouldn't be so blase about it if you had."

"I've seen death, Dr. Lecter. My ex-girlfriend ended up murdering my parents and all exes and friends before her. She has Dissociative Identity Disorder and her other personality got the idea that I was only to be with her. Strangely enough, I wasn't affected by any of it. Their deaths, her being locked away... nothing. Just apathy."

They stared at one another, neither having anything else to add to the argument.

"I am not going to tell you that you are wrong to feel this way," said Lecter finally. "You are not my client, just my secretary. However, I would advise you on taking some time with yourself and delving into your mind to find yourself."

"Dr. Lecter, I delved into my mind when I got a Bachelor's in Psychiatry. I did it to understand myself and for no other reason. And I understand myself just fine. Whether other people do or not doesn't matter."

Luckily, Marza accepted her even if she didn't fully understand everything.

Dr. Lecter bowed to her reasoning, "Then that is all I can ask of you, Ms. Taikefu."

"So where are you going tomorrow?" she asked, bringing up the original conversation.

The European turned toward his office door, "I am to help Agent Crawford build a profile."

"Ooh, fun," she said blandly.

"It very well could be, yes."

She couldn't help but roll her eyes. What was so fun about profiling?

A/N: First is done.

-Kailani has Bipolar Disorder, Social Anxiety Disorder, and Paranoia.

-She was born and raised in Louisville Kentucky. I actually own an aluminium, Louisville Slugger so I thought 'why not' and she has one too because she played baseball. For the record, I hate baseball, the bat was a gift.

-She got a Bachelor's in Psychiatry to help herself, not other people. Selfish maybe, but who ever said that she was put on the planet to help others? I am not the kind of person who believes my only use in life is to help other people. I am not required to and if I do, it's out of the little goodness that is left in my heart. I don't think anyone should have to do anything with the sole purpose that they must help others.

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