You return home with Hannibal, it's the night Beverly Katz came snooping around.

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The house was quiet. Hannibal closed the door then turned to me; he courteously helped me out of my coat and hung it up next to his own. Returning his attention to me, Hannibal came incredibly close before tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. Gently he tilted my chin upward so I could more easily look him in the eye. Hannibal smiled, leaning down and leaving a ghost of a kiss on my lips. His finger tips trailed down my neck to rest on my collar bone. Slowly I raised my hands to his toned stomach, smoothing Hannibal's shirt until my hands came to rest just below his shoulders. Softly and precisely Hannibal kissed a tingling trail from my earlobe down to the neckline of my top. A gentle hand on my waist abruptly tugged me forward, drawing a quiet gasp from me. The firm hand on my shoulder slid round behind me, to my neck then down my spine until his fingers found the zip at the back of my top. Hannibal pressed a chaste kiss to my cheek as he took hold of the zipper.

But then he froze. He withdrew a mere fraction of an inch and I saw his expression change, turning cold, angry. "Someone" he growled quietly, "is in my house." He caressed my cheek for a moment before drawing away, heading past me to the kitchen.

I followed Hannibal silently down the flight of stairs. I saw the sneer spread across his features as Beverly Katz came into full view. Hannibal came to a halt. I stopped behind him, a few steps back.

Katz gasped, set down her torch and flicked the light switch then gaped at what she saw. She twisted round, fear in her eyes. Seeing us there she panicked. I watched her revelation in her eyes. Yes, Hannibal she had anticipated – she was not, on the other hand, prepared for me. Surely the thought must have crossed her mind, but the fool had dismissed it, thinking of me as some poor, unknowing soul caught in a terrible crossfire. How wrong she was.

Katz pulled out her gun but hesitated.

Slowly I turned my head, moving my gaze from Katz to Hannibal. With a hint of a smirk, I whispered, "Let's kill her."

Katz fired.

We dashed.

Soon enough, Beverly Katz had ran out of lives.