Police, detectives, and paramedics flooded the cannibal's studies. The room was loud with conversation and movement, nobody was still for more than a few seconds. People crowded Doctor Bloom bombarding her with questions and medical procedures and evidence collecting. As soon as Jack and Will pulled up, they ran upstairs and rushed to the office.

"EVERYBODY WHO ISN'T DIRECTLY RELATED TO THIS CASE GET OUT IMMEDIATELY." Jack's voice was loud and a slight shake to his voice revealed his fear for his dear colleague. When the bulk of the crowd was through exiting only two paramedics remained and a police man stood guard outside the office door.

"What happened Alana?" Will walked towards the injured woman and keeled down.

"I-I... I don't know." She closed her eyes trying to recollect what had happened when Jack put a hand on her shoulder, reassuring her that she was okay.
"Hannibal- What happened?" he demanded. Hannibal straightened himself and flattened his suit, "Let's sit down, yes?" Jack complied with the man's request and sat attentively.

"Doctor Bloom arrived at my door-"

-LATER THAT NIGHT-

"I'm assuming she found you?" the Irishman sneered.

"I care about her." Hannibal admitted, "If you ever touch her again, I will not kill you. I will kill everyone you have ever cared about. I will string their bodies out in front of you and let you watch the life drain out of each and every one of their eyes. I will continue to do this to any one you should think appropriate to begin to care about and I swear on everything that you will rue the day you were born." His breath carried heavily through the line.

"You cared about Abigail too, and look where she is now."
Hannibal's breath caught as the words rolled off of his tongue.
"And what about your sister?" the man continued, "You hurt the people you care about, Doctor Lecter. I just sped up the process a bit."
"I NEVER ONCE LAID A FINGER ON MY BABY SISTER." Hannibal's strong, emotionless outer shell blew up as he slammed his fist on the desk.
"You certainly didn't do anything to stop it." the man on the other line continued to taunt.

He couldn't speak, he was so angry, it overwhelmed his senses and anger coursed through every vein and up his spine.
"Angry Doctor Lecter? Excellent, it's about time. Open the door, and show me."
The cannibal slowly looked up at the door as the other line hung up. Three, slow knocks sounded through the office bouncing off his eardrums and echoing throughout the air.

"Open the door and show me." a voice sounded from behind the door.

Hannibal raised from his desk and walked toward the door in sheer anger. A shorter man appeared as the door swung open. The black haired man looked up with his eyes, not moving his head.

"Moriarty... Jim Moriarty. Hi!" he chimed his greeting in a sing-song like voice and a crooked smile crawled across his face. Hannibal began to move forward when Moriarty simply stood there.

"Ah-ah-ah." he taunted moving his finger side to side. A red dot from a laser danced across Hannibal's chest emitting from the window in the hall. He grabbed the Irishman by the collar and pulled him into the office slamming the door behind him. Jim just laughed making a 'turn around' motion with his hand. Hannibal whipped around and looked down at another sniper's laser move into sight on his chest.

"Oh and look at that, no curtains." he laughed some more, "Raise a finger and I'll have you shot. You see, I don't do dirty work, unless it's important to me. Please understand, doctor, I don't intend on killing you, I just want to have a little fun."

Hannibal cautiously turned around to look at the man, "Who are you?"

"That must bother you, Doctor Lecter, to know that I know everything about you. From when you were a child with your family to what you are now. Alone. Yet, when you look at me, You have a name. Although, to be fair, you should consider yourself lucky, most don't even get that."

"What do you want?" Hannibal was no longer angry and his face was emotionless.

"I want to have fun!" Moriarty chimed as he plopped down on the chair beckoning Hannibal to sit a cross from him. Hannibal didn't think twice before sitting Down for the laser dropped with him as he sat. "England is so boring, especially while you're playing dead. and you're interesting, you're not ordinary."
"I'm quite extravagant."

"I would disagree." Jim laughed.

The door opened up and Will entered, "Hello Doctor Lecter," in synchronization with the door opening, the snipers laser disappeared from Hannibal's chest. "Oh, God, I'm sorry, I didn't realise you had a client."

"I'm not a patient, Will Graham. I'm a.. a friend." he laughed a bit.

"Oh, well nice to meet you...?" Will asked extending his hand.

"Richard Brook." The consulting criminal returned the hand shake with a smile, masking his Irish accent with an English accent.

"Will what do you need?" Hannibal stood to match height with Will, "It's very rude to walk in uninvited."

"Yeah, sorry, again for that, uh, we've seem to have made some advancement in the attack of Alana. Jack needs you to come in."

"Yes, Richard, come along I'd like you to put in your input."

"Are you sure he's qualified?" Will whispered. to Hannibal. "Very."