As I Am

Chapter 7: M

"Mischa, someone's here to see you."

Mischa's eyes rose to look up between the copper colored bangs that fell in her face, they fell back down to the tissue paper she was drawing on when she saw who it was. She flipped her head to the side to get her bangs out of her eyes and continued what she was doing.

"Hannah?"

"Special Agent Starling." she said curtly, glaring down at the paper, she snapped her eyes up, "How nice of you to visit." she said sarcastically as he sat down in the chair that was in the middle of the hall.

"I came to talk about Dad... Off the record."

"Yes, because if it was on record you wouldn't be caught dead admitting that he's our father, now would you?" she said cocking her head to the side, the hatred clear in her eyes.

Hamal remained calm, "What's he like?"

Mischa couldn't chance it, "Like any other parent."

Hamal waited for more.

"He's strict, really good at playing the piano. He was teaching me... Why do you care?"

"He's my dad too. Do you really think I don't wanna know about my dad?"

"Sure seemed that way when you were choking me, or have you forgotten your attempted murder?"

"Hannah."

"That's not my name."

"It's on your birth certificate."

"Hannah died on the street with you."

"I didn't die."

"My brother did."

"Mischa, wake up."

"Hm? What?" she asked slowly sitting up in her bed, rubbing her eyes.

"We're leaving, let's go."

"What? Why?"

"Get up and get dressed and start packing."

"Mom, what's going on?"

"Just do it, Mischa."

Mischa nodded and quickly got dressed. She shoved as many clothes as she could into her bag and hurried out of the room, "Good, help your brother." Clarice said as she walked out of the room, leaving Matthew with a shirt over his head.

Mischa put her bag down and walked over, helping him pull the shirt over the half-asleep boy, "Come on Matty, get your favorite things and put them in this bag okay?"

"Kay." he walked over to his play room, while Mischa packed his clothes.

Hannibal picked up their bags with ease and carried them to the car, Mischa scooped Matthew up off the couch he had gone to sleep on and carried him outside, gently putting him in the car seat. She climbed in after him and waited.

She had thrown on a black skirt and a white button up shirt. She leaned down and re-zipped the knee-high boots she wore on her feet. She leaned back again and used the rear view mirror to fix her hair that had grown to the bottom of her chin. Her father threw her a pair of sunglasses as the sun rose and the car pulled away. She slipped them on and cuddled up to the car seat closing her eyes.

Mischa stood in her cell watching as attendants and doctors rushed down the hall towards the elevators. She could hear the under dosed patient screaming from there. She laughed a little as she walked back over to her bed, pulling out an attendants uniform. She walked over to her bathroom and changed quickly. Barney passed her room a second time and unlocked the cells on her floor long enough for her to slip out before they relocked.

She walked calmly down the hallway and stood in the elevator. She slipped in the thick green contacts and blinked a few times, she put a pink headband ,that had been hidden in the pocket of the uniform with the contacts, in her hair. Then made sure all of the clothes were in place.

She exited the elevator and rushed to the guard desk at the front, "Sir! Sir! Can you help us, please. There's a patient on the 4th floor who apparently got the wrong medicine or something, we're having a really hard time controlling him." The security guard nodded and ran off. She smirked and walked over to the lockers near by. She opened Barney's locker and slipped on a brown furry coat he had hanging, just for her. She put the headband back in the locker and replaced them with earmuffs that matched the jacket. She found gloves in the pocket of the jacket and slipped them on, covering the scar on her left hand. She walked back out to the front desk and wrote:

Ciao. -M

On a sticky note and stuck it to the monitors. She walked over to the door, turned, lifted her hand to the camera and waved once before turning back around and slipping through the door and to her freedom.