Disclaimer- I don't own these characters and I'm making no money… Ah, you know what? Who the hell cares…

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**Later still...**

Miha scanned the crowd at the Starbucks coffee house, located west of the Ashley. There wasn't a single empty table. She noted a man sitting alone, and she pushed her way through the crowd.
Hannibal Lecter took the last sip of his tea, and set his cup down. He flicked it with his finger off the table, smiling, and turned to beacon to a waiter. He turned back and found the cup sitting on the table.  He stared at the cup, confused and mesmerized, breathing the word "Mischa?"
"Yes?" Miha asked.
"I'm sorry?" Hannibal looked up to the woman standing next to him.
"You dropped your tea cup." She said. "I caught it before it hit the ground."
"Oh, thank you." Hannibal said, still a bit stunned.

"Would you mind if I joined you? There aren't any free tables." Miha said.
"By all means, please." Hannibal beaconed to the chair next to him. He pulled the visor of his panama hat down a bit to cover his maroon eyes.
"Mr. Cloister." Hannibal said, extending his hand.
"Miha Lecter-Thermopolis."

Hannibal dropped the tea cup again out of shock, and she once again dove and caught it. "Your first name again, dear? I'm a bit hard of hearing." He said with a sheepish grin, though his mind was in a flurry.  It couldn't be her… She was dead! It was illogical, it made no sense.  No, it was impossible.
"Miha." She told him.
"Ah. Miha." He said with a nod, his thoughts slowing down a bit. "Tell me, dear, is Lecter a middle name or a maiden name?" He asked  as she sat down.
"I was adopted. It's my birth family's sir name."

Hannibal raised an eyebrow.  It really was illogical… It couldn't be… But what if?
She sipped her skinny latte, and she shrugged off her tweed jacket, revealing an eggplant purple blouse.

"That color suits you well." Hannibal commented. "It was my sister's favorite color."
"It's mine too. Does your sister live near here?" Miha asked, leaning back in her chair.
"She died. Many years ago, when we were children."
"Oh, I'm sorry."
"I am too."

She was dead, Hannibal reminded himself.  This was just a series of coincidences.

They chatted aimlessly for a bit, about the weather, the coffee, and such.
"I'd better go." Miha got up after about 15 minutes, collecting her purse and her jacket. "Oh," She bent down, putting a napkin-covered hand on his cheek. "You've got some whipped cream..." She laughed as she wiped it off his cheek, and his hat fell away.

They stared at each other in a stunned awe as she saw his eyes.
"Brother!" She choked, stumbling back two steps.
"I beg your pardon?" Hannibal asked, rising to help her.
"You've got his eyes. He... My brother. He was my brother. I have a brother." She rambled, remembering her toddleric memories. 'What was his name?... Hannibal.' She thought. Suddenly her face contorted. 'Hannibal Lecter IS my brother!' Her mind screamed, as she stood, silent, shaking.

"Mrs. Thermopolis, are you all right?" Hannibal asked, concerned. 
"I'm very sorry, Mr. Cloister." She said. "I... Oh, god!"
"What's wrong?"
"My brother... I remember my brother! I'd forgotten, but I remember!" She cried. "I have to go! I have to talk to my parents. It was very nice meeting you Mr. Cloister." She said as she turned to leave. Hannibal grabbed her wrist.
"Let me go." She commanded.
"You're upset." Hannibal said. "Are you planning on driving?"
"Yes, I am. Please, release me."
"I'm afraid I can't. You're distraught, my dear, you could get in a wreck. I can give you a ride home, if you'd like." Hannibal offered.
"But my car..."
"I can drive you home in your car and call a cab back. I insist, I would hate for you to be hurt. You can even call someone and tell them to call and check on you after a little while. I won't bite."
"Well... Ok." Miha said. "My car's out here."
They both got up and walked outside. Miha spent a moment on the phone, calling her mother, and then she climbed into the passenger side.

He started the car. "May I ask what's troubling you? Something about your  brother?"
"I had an older brother. I just remembered." Miha replied, wringing her hands.
"It's more than that. Remembering a sibling wouldn't be that upsetting."
"I know who he is."
"Really?"
"Yes."
"Who?"
Miha took a deep breath.  She knew she shouldn't tell, but the thought was pounding in her brain, about to explode… And this nice gentleman, she felt as if she knew him already.  She could tell him.  "I think... I think my brother is Hannibal Lecter."
Hannibal's heart raced, his blood pounded in his temples.  It was her! His beloved darling little sister, alive! "Mischa."
"Turn here." Miha told him.
They were at a stop sign. Miha turned to look out the window, and she felt a small sting at the back of her neck. She thought it was a bug, and her hand rose to swat it away. She was unconcious before she reached her neck.