Disclaimer: I don't own "Hannibal" or any of the books by Thomas Harris. I don't own the characters such as Hannibal nor Clarice (but I have them in my closet /grins/)

A/N Brandspanking new chapter :) Still hot :) It's after midnight so I will make myself extremely short. First of all thank you again my dear readers! Welcome back JahWarrior/hugs/ And I wanted to thank you Katherine for reviewing and standing by my side. /hugs/ That means a LOT to me you know. You want the GD alive? You've got it:) That means more chapters of this story. I have to admit I don't have a slight idea what will be next. Any suggestions? Feel free to review and tell me what you think. What about the mistakes. Too many? Argh can't help them. Still thank you my dear but sometimes mean sister for helping me and re-reading the story for me. Well, she is checking my mistakes only when I'm massaging her shoulders. Never mind with her :) Now she is scowling at me to finish because it's her turn to use the computer now. Wait a minute you wrench:)) This chapter will be probably the worst of all (well, the first one was horrible :) because my best friend Edith haven't seen it yet but she'll live :) On with a story and forgive me for my boringness /waving her hand to Jason/ ;)

Chapter 10: The Confrontation

She didn't move when he entered her room, laid the papers on the table and sat on the chair.

"Good morning my dear. How was your first night here?" he asked politely but she ignored him.

"Well, I brought you some tests I want you to do. They are simple so you'll do just fine" he said and handed her a crayon. After a moment of hesitation she took it and looked through the tests. Dr. Brown pretended not to care about her actions but secretly was observing her very intensely and making small notes in his notebook. She mentally smiled when she saw tests she knew from her father's office. Sometimes when she was at her father's study she could look through all his papers. He was glad that she was interested so he didn't mind. In this situation she could easily fake all the answers to convince dr. Brown about her "abused" childhood. She even acted distressed or slightly worried to make him believe that the test was a huge stress for her. When she handed him her answers he smiled at her reassuring her and saying something like "Good girl". He stood ready to leave but she stopped him.

"Dr. Brown I have a question I must ask you" she said shyly.

"What is it my dear? How can I help you?" he asked sweetly and looked at her with curiosity.

"Well, I was wondering if you will be meeting my.. parents."

"Yes indeed I will. There are few matters I have to discuss with them." he replied eyeing her suspiciously but with a sudden idea he beamed at her " You probably are troubled with them. Especially with your father. Maybe you would like to write something to him? Express your feelings?"

She nodded and he was smiling now very broadly. He would be delighted to hand to famous dr. I-Know-Everything Lecter a note from his daughter full of sorrow and anger What a delicious thought. Dr. Chilton would cut off his leg to be on dr. Brown's place right now. He gave Mel a piece of paper and with an anticipation he waited for her to finish. She had little time and her head was aching from her pills but she desperately tried to think out something simple but difficult enough for dr. Brown not to find out. "That will be easy. I could as well write secretly a secret message with small letters and that moron wouldn't even notice. " she thought to herself and chuckled slightly in her mind. Then a brilliant idea hit her. She wrote a letter, and when already reading it in his own office dr. Brown grinned broadly.

Dr. Lecter was given permission to lay on his bunk. Bound with straps and handcuffs he wasn't too comfortable but it was better than standing all the time in the same position. As he heard the door being swiftly open he didn't take a glance at the stranger. He only focused on his senses but after a second he regretted it highly. The scent of soap was totally overwhelming. And it wasn't even a soap from Florence or Paris. It was the most ordinary soap he knew from hospitals meant to kill bacteria not to smell nicely. He opened his eyes with a grimace of distaste on his face. The stranger was a male with an oval face and delicate features. He looked young, even boyish, so he didn't enjoy authority from his look but rather from his money. His shoes were expensive but they didn't suit the trousers. Sneakers? From Nike! That was ridiculous. This man , not older than 40, was trying to look respectful but forgot or simply didn't find it important to look properly.

" I'm Dr. Brown. It's a pity that we are meeting under such sad circumstances dr. Lecter. We could make big things together." He smiled at the figure on a bunk but he heard no answer. Silence was unnerving him so he continued a little annoyed.

" Fine. I will not persuade you to talk with me if you find yourself beyond me, (what a pitiful joke) but maybe you'll be interested in your daughter ?" Still no answer but the sudden tension in the room made dr. Brown grin widely. He straightened his collar nervously. The microphone attached to it was small but it made him more self-confident.

"Don't worry about her. She is safe with me. Such a nice and interesting girl. Who could ever expected… well, never mind. Lets just talk about your relations. She told me a lot about you. Teenagers can be a big burden, huh? Drugs, alcohol? No, of course not. But I found something very disturbing and as a psychiatrist I just couldn't not care about it. It's a very delicate case and I'm sure it's as difficult for you to talk about it as it is for me."

Dr. Lecter was getting quite interested with an individual standing next to him but in a safe distance. Well, safe like for a person underestimating the famous cannibal. He looked at the figure making him feeling like a patient not a doctor. Dangerous sparkles of redness appeared in dr. Lecter's eyes when he burred into dr. Brown's soul. Just for a moment because he didn't want to break his new toy too soon. Meanwhile his victim started to sweat slightly. Immediately he took a handkerchief from his pocket and started to rub his hands. Irritation was clear on his face. He never felt so stressed.

" I know what you did to her. No words needed to be said. It's just intriguing me. You always were thinking about yourself as a gentlemen and now THIS? Is your true nature taking control over you?"

Hannibal's jaw tightened and his eyes became colder but dr. Brown continued obviously misinterpreting

" So I hit the right nerve? You didn't control those instincts? Maybe it's your weakness? Sex. Accordingly your wife was only a sex-toy?" he hissed to dr. Lecter smiling at the death glare he sent him. He was dangerously close to a safety line. Red line of life. He crossed it with one foot and continued his tirade, provoking the Good Doctor.

" She wasn't good enough? But still you needed a relieve. And she was the closest one. Your own daughter. What a monster could do such a disgusting thing." his face was just so close that dr. Lecter didn't stop or even didn't try to stop the stamina gathering in his mouth at the sight of fresh meat. What dr. Brown said wasn't funny or even stupid. It was extremely rude. And that word for Good Doctor meant only one thing. The man beside him was a living dead.

After few inches he would be dead but dr. Brown suddenly realized his deadly mistake and very quickly returned to a safe zone. Much to dr. Lecter's dismay.

"Please, don't deny it. I talked with her. She even wrote a letter to you. Poor child wanted to relieve herself. " said dr. Brown to cover his fear, took a piece of paper from his pocket and started to read.

Dear daddy.

You don't have an idea how hard it is for me to write to you. Honestly at last. But I know that soon you and mom will die. And I feel no pity for you. For all the things you did to me I simply cannot forgive. Now when I'm at last free from you I can breathe again and sleep peacefully. Like a butterfly from the story I told when I was a little girl. I flew daddy.

Finally not yours,

Melissa

Dr. Brown looked at the doctor expectedly with a grin of satisfaction. The FBI behind his bugging device were listening with dropped jaws. Was it possible that dr. Brown was telling the truth?

Meanwhile dr. Lecter was seating in his memory palace, in a room with a piano and a girl seating on a small stool. Her gold locks shining just like her eyes full of childish innocence, her voice like a melody.

"You really want to hear it daddy? I wrote it yesterday for you and mommy."

Not waiting for an answer the girl took a piece of paper from the pocket of her dress and read a rhyme:

There was a little butterfly

That always feared to fly

Sat and started to cry

Poor little butterfly

One day the little butterfly

Met an evil and had to fly

Leaving mom and daddy alone

It flew and flew and soon was gone

Mom and daddy cry and cry

After their little butterfly.

When it came back after a while

Again as one to cry and smile

A/N Ok, I'm not a poet :) And I don't have an idea how smell the soap in the hospitals. :))