Haha! -Is on Roll- Well, I am certainly just popping these things out! Okay, this chapter has info and Mischa being her father, Just as sly and convincing. And yes, HAMAL IS BACK! Nothing is ever as it seems in my stories, what kind of author do you think I am? Of COURSE I have to confuse the snot out of you. . hehe Anyways, I hope you enjoy! Oh Oh and if anyone wants to draw Mischa's brace I Would LOVE you! I'd even write you a one shot or story of anything you want! If anyone wants to draw Mischa or Hamal in general it would make me very happy! Anyways, keep reading! Get confused, Have fun! All that Jazz! 3
Mischa Lecter
Chapter 11: Masumi
They found Aidan almost 7 hours ago. She had been at the Police Station for 4 of those hours, it was getting close to 7 o'clock and she was hungry. The brace on her arm was driving her crazy, and the pills she had received for pain just before she left were wearing off. She sighed and put her head back on the table.
The placed smelled awful, and everything seemed sticky. She didn't know why, didn't want to know why. The chair she was sitting in was uncomfortable, the room that surrounded her was filled with an annoying humming sound. She ran a hand through her hair, exhaustion showing in her eyes. The door opened slowly, and the FBI agent from that morning walked through.
"Hello, again, Mischa."
"Bon Jour, Agent Marques." She said, her voice weak with exhaustion.
"How are you?"
"Tired. My arm is killing me." She chuckled a little as the machine like brace clicked as she moved her hand.
"How long have you had that?"
"Almost two years." She said, nodding a little.
"How did it happen?"
"A gun misfired."
"I'm sorry.."
She shrugged one shoulder, "I got to keep my arm, that's a good thing."
"Where did you get shot?"
"The bullet went through my hand and into my shoulder."
"Ouch."
"Oui." she said smiling a little, "Have you found anything?"
"No, how's your grip in that hand?"
"I can barely hold a pencil." she said sadly, looking at her hand.
"Would you mind showing me?" he asked as she pushed a piece of paper and a pen at her, "Just sign your name."
She nodded and picked up the pen, very slowly and carefully she signed a chicken scratch form of her name, she smiled sadly before putting the pen down.
"Now with your other hand."
She picked up the pen with her left hand and signed in flawless script.
"The person who killed your friends was right handed, seeing as you are not. You may go."
"Thank you." she said standing.
"I'll show you the phone so you can call your parents to come pick you up."
She nodded, following him through the sticky hallways to the lobby. The receptionist handed her a phone and she dialed her number quickly, "Hello?"
"Mom?"
"Oh, Mischa thank god." Clarice sounded extremely relieved, "Are you alright?"
"I'm fine Mom, can you or Dad come get me? They said I can go."
"Sure, I'll be there in a few."
"Bring some medicine please, my arm is throbbing."
"Okay, I'll be there soon."
"K." she said as she hung up the phone, "Thanks." She said to the lady at the desk before walking over to one of the chairs and sitting down.
A good 30 minutes later, Clarice arrived. Mischa stood and walked over to her, taking the pills quickly with the bottle of water her mother had given her. She nodded slightly and they left, getting back in the car. Somewhere between leaving and arriving home, Mischa fell asleep.
Clarice easily lifted Mischa out of the car and carried her into the house. Hannibal laughed a little as Clarice settled Mischa on the couch, covering her with a blanket. "What?" She asked as she exited the room and shut the door, joining Hannibal in the other study.
He shook his head, "I regret not seeing you two when she was younger."
Clarice smiled a little, "She was adorable, but she was always cuter with Hamal."
Hannibal chuckled a little before Clarice's old cell phone started ringing. They glanced at each other. "No one else knows that number." Clarice said slowly, "No one knew I had it except you, the twins, and... Masumi!" she said as she walked over and answered it.
"Ms. Starling?" Masumi's voice said from the other end, "Don't worry, You're safe. The lines secure."
"Masumi, is everything alright?" She asked slowly.
"No. Not really, is Hannah okay?"
"No, not really. What's going on?"
"I just got back from the Hospital. Hamal's awake."
The color drained from Clarice's face, "What?"
"He's been in a Coma for the past two years, they were about to give up when he opened his eyes. Apparently, my dad knew about it. But when he passed away they didn't know who to ask permission to do anything, so they came to mom and me. Is Hannah dead?"
"What? No, she's asleep on the couch!"
"Where are you?"
"France, with her father."
"He's there?"
"Yes."
"I need to talk to him, now."
"Um, alright." she said handing the phone over to Hannibal.
"Ms. Hatachi?" he asked.
"Mr. Lecter? Your son is awake. What should I tell him?"
"What does he know?"
"That his sister and mother have been missing for two years, believed to be dead."
"Then tell him nothing."
"What are you going to do?"
"I will tell Mischa when the time is right, then we will see. She would not be able to handle this news at the moment, Help him as much as you can. Protect him just like you used to. Do not let him leave."
"I understand."
They hung up the phone, "If you want to go see him, you can." He said as he turned to Clarice. Who looked confused, "What about Mischa, and you?" Hannibal smiled a little and caressed her face, "We'll be fine, we will leave here in a month or so. We will go where she wants to, and wait. I'll inform her of the situation when you think the time is right."
"What do I tell them, That I've been travelling for the past few years."
He shook his head, "No, tell them you've been with me."
"What?"
"Tell them that I've had you with me since Italy, they already know that he's my son. So tell them when I found out he was awake I let you go. Tell them we've been in Italy, we never left."
"And Mischa?"
"Hannah died in Italy, at the hands of the person who shot Hamal."
She nodded before jumping up and kissing him, "Thank you."
He nodded, "Go get your things, take as much money as you need." He handed her his own cellphone, "I will use this to contact you with, same thing as your last one."
She nodded, kissing him on the cheek before walking off and up the stairs.
She came back down a few minutes later, a backpack over her shoulder, "What are you going to tell her?" she asked seeing him standing in the doorway watching Mischa sleep.
"That there was something you needed to attend to."
"You think she'll buy it?"
He nodded before turning to her, "Be careful, Clarice."
She smiled, "I will." She kissed him one last time before walking out the door and got into the awaiting cab. Hannibal watched as she drove away, he heard Mischa stir in and turned his attention back to her.
"Daddy?"
He smiled a little, "I'm coming, Mischa." he said before walking into the study. Knowing it was for the best and wondering where they would go next.
