[Yup another part I went to sleep around one. Got seven and a half hours of sleep and am ready to do more. Enjoy sexies.]
-Character List;
.(Name) Graham: Former Gifted FBI Agent
.Hannibal Lecter: Cannibal
.Jack Crawford: FBI Agent
.Jimmy Price:
.Brian Zeller:
.Beverly Kats:
-/-(Chapter Ten: Entree Part 3)-/-
_Baltimore Maryland_
I walk into Hannibal's office after Hannibal opens the door. I greet him politely but nothing more. He sits there not saying a word. I think he can tell that I am angry and he is giving me time to cool off. I am trying to calm myself so I do not blow up at him, it is not his fault. He was not part of this whole Cheseapeake Ripper thing. So I should not take it out on him. He is also a friend so I am not going to take it out on him.
After I am calm, I speak. "I cannot believe we let Freddie Lounds write that!"
"I assume you mean the artical on the Cheseapeake Ripper." He says simply.
"Yes. I know for a fact that Gideon is not the Cheseapeake Ripper. We are litterly poking a sleeping beast by having her write that artical." I say then sigh.
"A sleeping beast?" Hannibal asks.
"Yes, like I said the Ripper most probably killed all the time. But he only lets us know every few years. This way family members and loved ones know of the murders. I can only imagine what that is like." I pause. "To see a loved on killed in such a way."
"So you believe when the Ripper is not showing his crimes it is better?" Hannibal asks.
"Yes, no, I- I do not know." I confess. "It makes it harder for him to catch, but it also causes more heartbreak. I cannot decide what we do until or if we catch him. I am more made for after the fact. Not before and only a little during. If it was up to me Freddie would have not gotten near this."
"How does Will feel about this?" Hannibal asks, directing the conversation towards that.
"Honestly I think he wants me to quit helping the FBI. Once we catch the Cheseapeake Ripper. I will have to get to know every part of him. That is a place I went with other serial killers and I got to close. Now I am getting to close aging. My office is now covered in the Ripper's murders and theroys on him. He does not want me getting to close to the Ripper. He is afraid what might happen."
(Hannibal's POV)
I watch her as she speaks. I know Will wants her to quit. He is worried about her health. As am I, but she needs to know more about my true self, before she leaves the FBI. So she can accept me the way I am. Then she can leave and we can be a family.
"Would you like to come to dinner?" I ask her.
She looks up at me.
"It of course would be at my home and I will cook. You have yet to come to my home for a private dinner." I tell her.
"Let me think on it, Hannibal." She tells me with a small smile.
-Time Skip, brought to you by: Hannibal wanting to cook for you-
(Your POV)
Jack called us to his house. In which we are trying to figure out who was in his home. Calling his phone from his room. The room his wife and him sleep. This just gets more and more twisted as it goes on.
"In my house. In my bedroom. Where my wife sleeps." Jack says. He is obviously agitated.
"I've dusted the phone, got a lot of usable fingerprints." Jimmy Price says. "Nice detail, too. I got three distinct beauties here. Yours, your wife's, and presumemably the Cheseapeake Ripper."
"I can't imagine the Cheseapeake Ripper would start leaving fingerprints at his crime scenes now." Brian Zeller puts in.
"The Ripper put his head on your wife's pillow." Beverly says.
"Now somebody's sleeping in my bed." Jack says.
"There he is. Or she is." Beverly informs us. "Was Miriam Lass a blonde?"
"Yes." Jack answers.
"I pulled her fingerprints from the ViCAP database, Jack, and I got a match." Jimmy says.
"She's dead, she wasn't here." Jack snaps.
"Jack." Will says then asks. "Did Miriam Lass know where you live?"
"If she wanted to know, she was smart enough to find out." Jack answers.
"She could have told the Cheseapeake Ripper before he killed her. Did you know you were sending her after him?" Will asks.
"I sent her after information." Jack states.
"Whoever made that call thinks you were close to Miriam Lass and feel responsible for her death."
-Time Skip, brought to you by: Jack's incredible guilt for Miriam Lass-
I am not at Hannibal's home. Having dinner with him, Dr. Chilton, and Alana. I am excited for the meal but less excited for some of the company.
"To the Cheseapeake Ripper." Dr. Chilton says pouring himself a glass of wine. "Dr. Gideon is going to provide us with a singular opportunity to analyze a pure sociopath. It is so rare to find one in captivity. Ah, dinner is served."
"Inspired by Auguste Escoffier, we are having langue d'agneau en papillote, served with a sauce of duexelles and oyster mushrooms." Hannibal says setting the plates down.
"I do not think I've ever had tounge before." Alana says.
"Neither have I." I agree with her.
"It was a particularly chatty lamb." Hannibal says.
"It smells delicious." I tell him. "Looks even better."
"Thank you, (Name)." Hannibal thanks me smiling.
"The Romans used to kill flamingos just to eat their tounges." Dr. Chilton says.
"Don't give me any ideas, your tongue is very feisty." Hannibal tells him. "And as this even has already proven, it's nice to have an old friend for dinner."
-/-(Chapter Ten: Entree Part 3)-/-
[Yup another Chapter done. There will be another part to this. I just hope it is the last for this episode. Anyways stay sexy everyone!]
