Eden paced back and forth in front of the interrogation room.
Both Jackson Emerson and Jack Crawford had been inside for over an hour and Eden's nerves were beginning to get the best of her.
Hannibal on the other hand, sat quietly on the chair by the door and watched Eden intently as she walked along the corridor for the fiftieth time.
"Pacing will not make the results come any faster Eden." he told her.
She sighed, "Why are they taking so long?"
Hannibal laughed, "The man just escaped from prison and was caught within a day. He's either a fool or has other plans that needed him to be caught in the first place. Determining which he is can take a while."

Eden sighed, "Jackson is no fool and if I know him as well as I think I do, he's not saying a word in there."
Lecter shrugged off the jealous feeling in his spine and nodded, "You're probably right but that won't deter Jack from getting answers."
For a minute, Eden actually looked worried and that in turn, worried Hannibal.
Maybe she wasn't entirely over him just yet.
He softly smiled to himself, that would change.

Suddenly, the interrogation room door opened to reveal Jack Crawford looking rather flustered. "He's not talking."
Eden grinned, but was unsure as to whether she was proud of her correct assumption, or that Jackson had lived up to expectations. He hadn't changed at all.
"What now?" she asked him.
Crawford looked slightly uncomfortable at her question, "Well, we did manage to get something out of him at least. The only problem is that I don't exactly want to give him what he wants."
"And what's that?" asked Eden nervously.
"He wants to see you." he answered.

Eden looked to Hannibal and then back to Crawford, "Why don't you want me to talk to him?"
"For the precise reason that it would be giving him what he wants. He could see you and decide not to tell the police anything, so that he could simply keep seeing you." cut in Lecter.
"But we won't know until I go in there and talk to him." she countered.
"Eden's right." said Jack.
Hannibal looked a little annoyed at Jack but hid it beneath a tight smile, "Well, let it be known that I don't think it's a good idea."
"Duly noted Doctor Lecter." replied Jack as he opened the interrogation room door and gestured for Eden to step inside.
Eden took a deep breath and followed him in.

Jackson was sitting on a chair at the far end of the room, his handcuffed hands resting comfortably on the table in front of him.
His eyes lit up when Eden entered the room, "Ah, it would appear Jack Crawford can listen after all."
Crawford glared at him, "You have ten minutes."
Jackson frowned and waved goodbye to an extremely pissed off Crawford as he left the room.
Eden stood awkwardly by the door as Jackson studied her.
"You're allowed to sit down, you know." he told her.
Jackson titled his head when she didn't move, "You're not afraid of me Eden, are you?"
He seemed disappointed when she didn't answer.
After a second or two, Eden managed to gingerly take the seat in front of him.
"Why did you want to see me?" she asked, her voice barely coming above a whisper.
He watched her for a minute or two, before gracing her with a simple answer, "I missed you."
Eden laughed, "No you didn't. You don't feel anything."
He raised an eyebrow at her, "Did your shrink tell you that?"
She glared at him and he smiled.
Jackson held his forefinger up, "By the way, who's the boyfriend?"
Eden frowned at him, "What?"
He rolled his eyes, "The guy in the suit. The one that's been clinging to you like glue since they had me arrested."
Eden's eyebrows furrowed, "You mean Hannibal? H-He's not my boyfriend."
Jackson looked surprised, "Could have fooled me."

Eden could feel her cheeks become reed so she decided to quickly change the subject, "You know they only let you talk to me because they think you'll tell me how you escaped...and why they managed to catch you within 24 hours."
Jackson grinned, stretching back in his chair, "Oh, I'm well aware of that."
She looked at him, "So, are you going to tell me then?"
He shrugged, "Maybe."
Eden stood up and pushed her chair back, "I don't have time for games Jackson."
He laughed, "You used to have time for them. Enjoyed them, if memory serves."
Eden blushed before heading towards the door.
"Where are you going?" he asked.
"I'm leaving." she told him.
"Don't you want to know why you found me so easily?"
Eden turned, "Why?"
He smiled, happy he could still intrigue her so easily.
"You're just like me."
"I'm nothing like you." she spat.
"Oh no? Then explain to me how you knew exactly where I would be once I got out."
"I just know you." answered Eden.
Jackson shook his head, "You knew where to find me because you can think like me. There's a difference."
He leaned across the table and smiled at her, "You're as much of a monster as I am. You're just a little better at hiding it."
Eden growled at stormed outside as Jackson shouted after her, "Does Sarah Marsh mean anything to you?!"

Jack Crawford marched into the hall to find Eden frozen in the spot, unable to move at Jackson's words.
Jack placed a hand on her shoulder, "Eden! Eden, look at me."
Eden didn't pull her gaze from the floor.
Hannibal carefully stepped towards her, a place a hand under her chin and slowly pulled her face towards his, "Eden, it's okay. Nothing can harm you here, just relax."
After a minute or two, Eden began to come around again. Her breathing had slowed and her fists unclenched by her sides.
She sat down on the chair outside the interrogation room as Crawford handed her a glass of water. She thanked him and took a shaky sip of the cool liquid.
Crawford stared at her like she'd just grown three heads.
"Do you mind telling me what that was all about?"he asked her.
"He's right. H-He's right, isn't he?" she muttered.
She hadn't heard a word Crawford said, instead she focused on Hannibal.
"He's right." she repeated.
Hannibal gazed at her, a curious expression on his face.
He turned to Jack, "Perhaps I should take Eden home. She needs some rest."
Jack reluctantly nodded and let Hannibal take Eden out of the police station and into his car.
As they drove back to Lecter's office, Eden kept her eyes on the road, not daring to look at anything else.
When they got into the office, she quietly sat on the couch in the middle of the room and Hannibal sat on the one opposite. Neither wanting to break the peaceful silence.
She looked at him nervously and he smiled.
"Get some rest." he told her.
When he stood up to leave, Eden caught his wrist and he stopped.
She waited for a minute, contemplating whether or not to speak, until she did.
"Jackson was right Doctor Lecter. I'm a monster."
Before Hannibal could argue, she stood up and looked him straight in the eye.
Her face filled with both pain and wonder.
"And a monster knows its own kind."