Authoress Note: Welcome to Chapter 19 of Messed Up World. Thank you to those who have left reviews for this story. It really does mean a lot to me that you guys are enjoying this. I hope that I'm not failing you guys with this story. I know it's been taking me some time to write this all out, but I know that since I was healing from surgery and had been fighting to get it done since I knew that it was painful to type or do much of anything else. I hope that you guys enjoy this next chapter. Without further ado Chapter 19. ENJOY!

Chapter 19

Margarita looked up seeing Will entering the building. She saw the look upon his face knowing that this wasn't a good sign that he looked exhausted. "Will, he's waiting to see you." She said softly as she held Mischa close to her body. She had long since fallen asleep coloring in the coloring book that was on her desk.

Will took a breath as he saw the door open.

Hannibal smiled warmly. "Good evening. Please come in."

Will slowly walked in holding a wrapped gift in his hands.

Hannibal looked at his wife and winked. "You should get Mischa in bed."

Margarita chuckled softly. "I know. Do you want me to make dinner?" She asked softly as she got up to her feet.

"If you'd like to, my dear."

Margarita held Mischa close to her body. "I'll make dinner. I know you usually like to cook, but I want to make myself useful."

Hannibal hummed. "Alright, you can cook." He mused with a soft smile.

"Go and talk with Will." She said softly as she winked before slowly heading to take their daughter to her room to put her down for the night. She took a soft breath as she slowly walked up the stairs holding Mischa close to her body so she wouldn't drop her as she walked up the stairs. She knew that she needed to talk to Hannibal with what he had talked to Jack about and she was a bit upset that Hannibal had told Jack that she thought about lessening her hours at work. Granted she knew that her husband was trying to help, but it irritated her that he didn't tell her that he didn't tell her about it.

HANNIBAL

Margarita finished setting the table up with two wine glasses and two plates. She had already fed Mischa knowing that by the time that it would be late by the time that they got around to eating. It always seemed that way but it was in order to protect her from the life that they actually lived with Hannibal.

Hannibal came into the dining room removing his suit jacket. "Smells wonderful in here." He mused softly, his lips quirking into a smile. He knew that his wife was a very good cook, even though he did most of the cooking.

Margarita looked up at her husband, a small smile gracing her lips. "I made your favorite."

Hannibal came over to her and kissed her softly on the lips. "You didn't have to."

"I wanted to. I knew that you would be hungry." She admitted softly stroking some of her hair behind her ear, biting her lower lip softly. "I also knew that it would take time with Will. He looked rather haunted when he came in."

Hannibal hummed softly. "Yes, he was rather haunted today."

Margarita slowly sat down with her husband across from her. "I kind of figured." She admitted softly taking a soft breath. "I know that I haven't done much with that case, but it's dealing with children… it affects everyone differently."

"That's why you haven't been on the case."

Margarita swallowed the lump in her throat and nodded her head slowly. "I hate cases that deal with children…"

"I know you do, it always scares you." He said softly as he began to eat the meal that was prepared for him. He hummed happily as he ate. "You did a marvelous job my dear."

Margarita's cheeks flushed softly knowing that she had done a good job with the meat that she had prepared and Hannibal had gotten. "Thank you." She said softly as she looked down at her plate.

Hannibal looked up at his wife noticing that something was off. "Is something wrong, meilė?"

Margarita looked up at her husband. "I talked to Jack yesterday."

"Ah. and what did you two talk about?"

"He told me that the two of you talked. About me doubting my time on the FBI."

Hannibal let out a soft hum knowing that he was caught. He knew how his wife felt about working with the FBI and he was rather concerned for her. He was afraid that sooner or later something bad would happen and it wouldn't end all that well for either of them. "I do admit I did talk to him."

"Hannibal I know that you're trying to help…"

"Yes, that's what I'm trying to do. I can tell that you're getting overwhelmed. Jack is working you to the bone, and I see that you're haunted when you come home from some of the cases."

Margarita sucked some air between her teeth knowing that he had seen that rather easily. She wasn't very good at hiding the truth from her husband. "I know that you're trying to do that Hannibal, but Jack is going to think that I'm not going to be able to handle it."

"I told him more than that." Hannibal pointed out looking up at his wife.

"Oh? What else was there you talked about?"

"I told him we were trying for another child to give Mischa a sibling so she wouldn't be alone."

Margarita's cheeks flushed red looking down at her plate. "Of course… that was why he told me to come home and spend time with you… you told him that we wanted another child…" She cleared her throat shyly. "Well, that's rather embarrassing when telling my boss that."

"I do apologize my dear, I didn't mean any malice behind it."

"I know you didn't." She admitted softly looking up at him. "I know you want a child Hannibal." She took a soft breath gripping her hands softly together. "It just takes time. And you know that, I am just worried if Abigail ends up coming here…"

"You're worried about Mischa."

Margarita nodded her head softly. "Yes, I do worry about Mischa. We know that Dr. Bloom won't be so willing with the whole thing of having Abigail here…"

"I know and we will figure it out." He told his wife softly, offering her a warm smile.

Margarita took a soft breath. "I'm just a little disturbed that she was able to get into our home so easily…"

"I already told her about it."

"I know Hannibal, but we can't be sure that she won't do it again. I know she dislikes the hospital, but she needs to stay there until she's alright."

"Of course."

"But it sounds like you want to test her."

"Her mentality? Yes, I want to test it."

Margarita let out a soft breath. "You're thinking about bringing her here aren't you just to see how she does?"

Hannibal nodded his head. "That's the idea, yes."

Margarita slowly sat back in her chair thinking. "Alright. I know I can't change your mind. At least not with this type of thing."

Hannibal hummed softly knowing that his wife was correct there were some things that she was able to stop him with, but not everything. This type of thing pushing buttons she always allowed due to the fact of his curiosity to see what he could learn and if it would be something new.

"As long as you can promise that Mischa will be safe."

"Yes."

HANNIBAL

Abigail studied Hannibal and Margarita as they waited by the door. "I don't think I'm allowed to leave after I climbed the fence." Abigail said as she laid on her stomach on her bed her blue eyes locking with the two adults.

"I've made arrangements. You could say I'm one of your guardians." Hannibal pointed out offering her a small smile.

"Where are we going?"

"Home. My home. I thought you might enjoy it if I cooked for you. I'll have you back before bedtime."

"Can I spend the night? I don't like sleeping here. I have bad dreams."

"You have to sleep in your own bed."

"This isn't my bed."

"Tell me about your bad dreams."

"I had one where Marissa is sending me picture texts. Like crime scene photos. Of Nicholas Boyle, gutted."

"How you left him."

"Even though she's dead, I'm afraid Marissa's gonna tell everyone I killed him and they'll think I'm just like my dad. Sorry. I can't really talk about this in group."

"There are people here who open their mouths and every sin against them can come tumbling out. You don't have that luxury, Abigail."

Abigail tossed the book onto her bed and looked for her coat. "I just have to get used to lying."

"You must only lie about one thing. And when you're with me, you don't have to lie about anything."

Margarita watched how Hannibal was being very careful with Abigail knowing that any slip up could end up having her going into a panic attack and that was the last thing that they needed. She knew that her husband would protect her and their daughter if Abigail became unruly.

"In the dream, I wonder how I'd live with myself knowing what I did."

"And when you're awake?"

She shrugged on her coat, thoughtfully. "And when I'm awake, I know I can live with myself. I know I will just get used to what I did."

Hannibal studied her with a sense of paternal pride.

"Does that make me a sociopath?"

Margarita shook her head lightly knowing that wasn't the case.

"No. It makes you a survivor." Hannibal pointed out to the teenager.

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This is the end of Chapter 19. I hope that you guys enjoyed this chapter. I tried my best with writing this chapter out even though it took me a bit of time a few hours of writing to figure out how I wanted this chapter to go. I hope that it turned out well and it wasn't too bad writing wise. I'm still trying to get my writing up to par and make it good. It's just taking a lot of time to get through that since I'm still coming into my own writing style for the most part. Please leave a review and let me know what you think. Reviews actually help me write my stories and keep my muse up. I will update on Friday as long as I have chapters to post for this story. Until next time.