Krissy could only remember flashes of what happened after her fight with Tobias. The paramedics shining a torch in her eyes, being wheeled past bright lights, a needle going in her arm…everything seemed to happen in a matter of minutes. Her eyes were heavy as she slowly started to come round, only half-conscious, hearing familiar voices all around her. Jack's voice was the first she heard, his voice thick with emotion, as he pressed a soft kiss to her forehead. She thought Bella may have been with him, but she couldn't be sure. Will's voice was next, but further away this time, as he was cut off by Jack's raised tone. She fell asleep again soon after, only being awoken as she felt a finger brush along the back of her hand. The touch was tentative as if testing the waters. Krissy didn't stir, expecting it to be her father, as she felt the bed dip by her thigh. The featherlight touch continued for a few moments, now drifting up her arm.
"Jūs taip gerai padarėte" A smooth voice exclaimed, in a language, Krissy didn't recognise.
However, the voice was familiar, as she placed the tone immediately. Hannibal. He didn't seem to realise she was awake, leading to her to wonder if she was only dreaming. His surprisingly soft fingers left her arm, only to reappear on her cheek a few seconds later, brushing a strand of her behind her ear. Ever the perfectionist, Krissy thought to herself. A cold burst of air had her shivering a minute later, as she presumed Hannibal had left. The next time she awoke, she felt much more alert, her eyes fluttering open this time. They quickly found Will sitting by her bedside, his chin resting on the back of his hands, a permanent frown on his face.
"Will?" Krissy murmured, her voice cracking.
"Hey…how are you feeling?" Will questioned, the frown disappearing in a second, replaced by a genuine smile.
"Like I've been skewered" Krissy replied, looking down at her aching body, pulling the sheets away from her stomach.
She grimaced as she pulled the hospital gown she was wearing to the side, finding a large bandage covering her stomach. More scars to add to her body. The more alert she felt, the more intense the pain in her stomach became, causing her to wonder how long she had been asleep.
"What time is it?" Krissy inquired, as Will's eyes flickered over to the clock across the room.
"Nine in the morning" Will informed her, causing Krissy's eyes to widen.
"I've been unconscious for over twenty hours?" Krissy gaped, surprised.
"It looked like you could use the rest" Will stated, as she scoffed lightly.
"You don't look like you slept all night" Krissy exclaimed, taking in the dark circles underneath his eyes.
"No rest for the wicked" Will joked, but there was no humour to his voice.
"What happened to Tobias?" Krissy asked, feeling panic rising in her gut.
"He's dead" Will answered, simply, watching the way Krissy visibly relaxed.
"Did you kill him?" Krissy queried, as Will shook his head.
"It was Hannibal. Tobias went to his office to find one of his patients. Franklyn. There was a fight, Franklyn didn't make it out alive" Will explained.
"Is Hannibal okay?" Krissy asked, growing more convinced that his hands had just been a dream.
"He's fine. A few bruises, a nasty stab wound to his leg…but he fared much better than you" Will pointed out, as Krissy let out a sigh of relief.
"How's your head?" Krissy questioned, ushering to the nasty bruise half concealed by his curly hair.
"The bruising will heal" Will stated, as Krissy gave him a look.
He wasn't sure if his mind could heal the same.
Krissy's hand reached over to his bandaged ones, wounded from his fight with Tobias. She gave the back of his hand a squeeze, as their eyes connected, causing her heart to beat a little faster as for once Will didn't look away. She found herself getting lost in his eyes, as neither one of them spoke, simply opting to bask in each other's presence.
"You saved me" Will exclaimed, his voice thick with emotion.
"Well, I couldn't just let Tobias kill you, could I? I mean, where would I live?" Krissy teased, as a fond smile grew on Will's lips.
"I'm glad you've got your priorities in place" Will replied, as Krissy chuckled lightly.
"Maybe I'd miss you just a little bit too" Krissy stated, a shy expression on her face.
Her eyes were full of warmth, a feeling which spread through Will's chest as he stared back at her. Only minutes before he thought his shoulders would crumble from the weight being placed on them, but one smile from the girl in front of him, had all that dissipating.
"I'm glad your okay" Will told her, as he brought her hand up to his lips, pressing a quick kiss to her fingers.
"Will, we should talk about—" Krissy began, but was cut off as the door was suddenly ripped open, as Jack came rushing through the door.
"Oh thank God" Jack sighed, as he came to stand by her bedside, practically shoving Will out of the way.
"It's Will you should be thanking, Dad. If it wasn't for him, Tobias would have done a lot more than just stab me" Krissy explained, her eyes still on Will.
"He is the reason you were there in the first place, Krissy. What were you thinking?" Jack chided her, as Krissy's jaw tensed.
"I wanted to stop a killer. I would have thought you could relate" Krissy retorted.
"Not if it means putting you in danger…Krissy, I want you to come home with me. Clearly, I can't trust you to—" Jack started, but Krissy cut him off with a wave of her hand.
"That's not gonna' happen" Krissy scoffed.
"Now you're being childish" Jack muttered, as Krissy grit her teeth together.
"Why do you want me to move back in?" Krissy questioned.
"To stop you making any more reckless decisions. So I can keep you safe!" Jack exclaimed.
"That's the wrong answer" Krissy mumbled, barely loud enough to be heard.
"…I want to see him" Krissy announced, as both men frowned in confusion.
"Who?" Jack inquired.
"Tobias. I want to see his body" Krissy announced, anger growing behind her eyes.
Jack was uneasy as he unzipped the bag that Tobias' body laid inside, watching Krissy's reaction intently. He was unsure of his daughter's intentions, not to mention how many rules he was breaking by allowing her to see the corpse. She had only just been released by the hospital, and she was still weak. But in the three days that had passed since she first asked to see the body, her resolve hadn't changed. Krissy's eyes widened a little as she took in the broken body in front of her. Cuts and bruises littered Tobias' body, as Krissy realised, all in strategic positions. A stab wound to the arm, punctured right into the muscle must have stopped an attack, and decolouration near Tobias' back showed that Hannibal must have sent a hard punch to his kidney.
"What happened to his arm?" Krissy questioned, seeing how a bone was protruding from his arm.
"Shattered. With the help of a ladder in Dr Lecter's office" Jack informed her, as Krissy's forehead wrinkled.
"Can I see the autopsy report?" Krissy asked as Jack's lips drew into a fine line.
"C'mon, Dad. You've already broken all the rules, what's one more?" Krissy insisted, as Jack reluctantly grabbed the document and handed it to her.
Krissy quickly skimmed through the pages, her eyes finding one piece of interesting information. Her eyes flickered back to Tobias' body, her gaze falling on his neck.
"He has a fractured larynx" Krissy stated, as Jack shrugged.
"Hannibal was lucky to land the blow" Jack told her, as Krissy's frown deepened.
"How did Franklyn die?" Krissy couldn't help but ask.
"Tobias snapped his neck. I suppose Hannibal didn't expect him to act so rashly" Jack proposed, as Krissy nodded slowly.
"…Was it clean?" Krissy asked, as Jack faltered for a moment.
"Clean?" He tried to clarify.
"His neck. Was it cleanly snapped…did he die straight away?" Krissy went on, as Jack gave her a strange look.
"Yes. The coroner thinks he died instantly" Jack answered, as Krissy handed the document back.
"Good" Krissy mumbled, as Jack quirked an eyebrow.
"He probably didn't even realise his friend betrayed him before he died" Krissy pointed out.
Later that day, Krissy convinced Jack to drop her off at Hannibal's home, insisting she was in dire need for a therapy session. In reality, she just wanted to make sure her friend was as unharmed as everyone kept saying. The moment Hannibal opened the door, her eyes were drawn to the cut on his lip, and the black eye he was sporting. He seemed a little surprised to see her but quickly masked this, as always.
"I wasn't expecting to see you this evening" Hannibal exclaimed, as Krissy gave him a small smile.
"I was worried about you" She admitted, as Hannibal tilted his head.
"I am not the one who has spent the last few days in a hospital bed, Krissy" Hannibal pointed out.
"True. I've basically been having to live off Jell-O…green Jell-O, Hannibal. It's been pretty traumatising" Krissy insisted, as a rare smile grew on Hannibal's lips.
"I am being unspeakably rude. Please come in, I will find a dessert that will whet your appetite" Hannibal replied, stepping out of the doorway.
"And I will readily accept this kind offer" Krissy grinned, walking into the building.
Hannibal walked behind her, seeing she kept at a steady pace, her posture stiff but she no other signs of discomfort. He walked with a slight limp, opting to emphasise this injury once they entered the dining room, wanting to see what Krissy's reaction to this would be. When she opted to sit at the elegant dining table, she couldn't stop the grimace on her features, feeling pain shoot through her abdomen. Krissy let out a shaky breath, her lips were drawn in a fine line, her eyes downcast. Hannibal knew by now that Krissy hated showing any sign of pain or weakness, remembering how she had hidden her injuries from her fight with Stammet's.
"Are you taking your analgesia?" Hannibal inquired, coming to a halt by her chair.
"I opted not to be discharged with any" Krissy shrugged, clearly regretting this decision when another wave of pain hit her.
"That was an unwise decision to make, Krissy" Hannibal informed her.
"Yeah, I'm full of them" Krissy mumbled, making Hannibal sigh.
"What do you hope to achieve by this form of abuse against your own body?" Hannibal asked, as Krissy's eyes snapped up to his.
"It's not abuse" Krissy scoffed, as Hannibal mulled over this.
"I suppose self-harm would be the more accurate term" Hannibal clarified.
"I'm not here for a therapy session, Hannibal. Stop psycho-analysing" Krissy insisted, as Hannibal gave a curt nod.
"My apologies. As I am sure you understand, sometimes in our professions it is difficult to change between professional and personal relationships" Hannibal explained, before making his way to the kitchen, his limp on full display.
Krissy quirked an eyebrow when Hannibal returned with a larger plate than she had been expecting, presented in a perfect manner, from the way the meat was cut to the way the sauce was drizzled over the meal. It certainly wasn't a dessert.
"My sweet tooth will be disappointed" Krissy teased, as Hannibal placed the meal in front of her.
"I believe this meal is far more suitable for your palate" Hannibal told her, a smirk growing on his lips.
"…You're not eating?" Krissy frowned, as Hannibal pulled out the seat next to her.
"Part of what I find so pleasurable about cooking is watching the people around me enjoy their meal" Hannibal offered, sitting down beside her, allowing a small grimace to fall across his face.
"Will told me Tobias stabbed you in the leg. You should be resting" Krissy pointed out, as Hannibal nodded, with a small smile.
"I have stopped seeing patients for a few days, to aid my recuperation" Hannibal exclaimed, which seemed to placate Krissy.
"When Will told me about the fight, I thought you could be dead" Krissy admitted.
"I almost was. Tobias was an unpredictable fighter" Hannibal replied, as Krissy began to cut the meat up in front of her.
"Well, clearly the better man won" Krissy smiled, taking her first bite.
Her tastebuds exploded all at once, having forgotten how much she missed Hannibal's meals. The amount of preparation…emotion, that he put into his cooking was impressive. It was a labour of love, she thought to herself.
"Is the meal up to your high expectations?" Hannibal asked, after a few moments.
"It's as perfect as always, Hannibal" Krissy grinned, as Hannibal shared the expression.
After a few minutes of comfortable silence, Krissy couldn't stop the words that came bubbling to the surface. Hannibal seemed to be dealing with the fact that he was almost murdered a little too well.
"I know it's not easy for you to let your guard down, Hannibal. I get that, but…I'm here, I guess. My shoulder's free" Krissy told him, her eyes snapping up to his hazel ones.
"…The idea of returning to practice feels strange. I will sit where I almost died and give therapy. It's an odd notion" Hannibal explained.
"You could move your office. Get away from that reminder" Krissy suggested, as Hannibal quickly shook his head.
"I will not shy away from the incident…or my own actions" Hannibal stated.
"Hey, you acted in self-defence. Anyone would have done the same in your situation. I sure as hell would" Krissy insisted, as she swivelled around in her chair to face him.
"He informed me he had killed two people when he arrived at my door. I believed you and Will were both dead. I was angry…angrier than I had expected" Hannibal mumbled, as Krissy's eyes softened.
Without warning, she surged forward, wrapping her arms around Hannibal's shoulders, feeling how he tensed for a moment as if expecting an attack. Hannibal's hand slowly came to rest on the small of the back, his touch light, as she pulled him closer. She knew Hannibal wasn't exactly the hugging type, but she couldn't think of any other way to comfort him.
"Thank you" Krissy exclaimed, not needing to see how Hannibal frowned in confusion at this statement.
"For killing Tobias. I'm…I'm glad" Krissy admitted, feeling Hannibal's other hand come to rest against the back of her head.
"I'm sorry he hurt you" Hannibal replied, stroking her hair softly.
"It wasn't your fault" Krissy told him, closing her eyes, enjoying the feel of his hands.
"Perhaps not, but I feel responsible for Franklyn's demise" Hannibal informed her.
"Why was he in your office?" Krissy couldn't help but ask, remembering her warning.
"I couldn't leave a patient in need. Besides, I had grown somewhat attached to the man. In hindsight, I wish I had turned him away from my door" Hannibal went on.
Krissy's eyes snapped open as she felt a strange chill go down her spine. There was something wrong with the tone of his voice as he spoke. The words were cold, but there was a strange emotion behind them. If she didn't know any better, it almost sounded like Hannibal had been smirking as he spoke.
"It's a little strange, don't you think?" A familiar voice announced, from the chair behind Hannibal.
Krissy felt her whole body shake as her eyes connected with her brother's. She jumped back in fright, almost falling onto her back, as she clutched at her chair to keep her balance. Her eyes never left her brother's eyes, peeking over Hannibal's shoulder.
"A snapped neck. Not exactly Tobias' M.O, is it? Far too clinical" Ken went on, as Krissy scrunched her eyes shut, hoping to drown out his voice.
He wasn't there. He couldn't be. Krissy's heart hammered in her chest as she realised she was hallucinating again. Her fight or flight response was kicking in as she felt someone reach out and touch her shoulder lightly.
"Krissy? Can you hear me?" Hannibal questioned, his head tilted, as she realised he had been calling out her name for the last few seconds.
"I…I need to go…I'm sorry" Krissy stuttered, as she pushed herself to her feet.
She stumbled out of the room as quickly as her legs allowed, pushing past the pain that shot from her abdomen as she did so. She needed some air. She needed Will.
Hannibal watched as the young girl fled from the room, his eyes flickering to the chair behind him, which she had been staring at so intently only moments before. She was hallucinating, that was clear. The Lorazepam in her system seemed to be working well. He wondered what she had seen. Or rather…who she had seen.
By the time Krissy approached Will's classroom, she had already begun to calm down. She was aware of her delusions, that was what was important. She still knew what was real and what wasn't. As long as she held onto that, she would be okay.
"This killer's design was to remain unnoticed. A ghost. That is what excited him. Until now…why is he coming out into the light?" She heard Will's voice from the down the corridor, a frown growing on her own face.
While she expected he was talking about the new case that her father and he were working on, his words also rang true for the Chesapeake Ripper. Something must have changed in the killer's life. He was become bolder, almost like he wanted to be found. Her thoughts came to a halt when she entered the lecture hall, seeing most of the lights were off, and no students were anywhere to be seen. Will was standing by his desk, an unfocused look in his eyes, as if he was in a trance.
"Will?" She spoke up, as the man visibly flinched.
"Are you okay?" Krissy questioned, watching as Will's eyes darted around the room.
"Uh…yes. I'm…I'm fine" Will exclaimed, taking off his glasses, wiping at his sweaty forehead as he did so.
"I'm glad to see your still a terrible a liar" Krissy retorted, crossing her arms.
"And you're as blunt as ever. Come on in…I promise I won't try to kiss you again" Will told her, with a small smile.
"Never say never" Krissy grinned, coming to stand beside him, leaning against his desk.
"…You were hallucinating, weren't you?" Krissy inquired, as Will gave her a curt nod.
"We're like two peas in a pod, Will" Krissy mumbled, her voice lacking its usual humour.
"I…I was at a crime scene this morning. I blinked and I found myself standing outside Hannibal's office. I have no idea of how I got there or what I did in between" Will admitted, as Krissy's eyes widened.
"Wait, this morning?" Krissy inquired, as Will nodded again.
"Will, you came to see me. I got discharged this morning. You…you really don't remember that?" Krissy frowned, watching as Will practically flinched at this realisation.
"Did I…seem strange?" Will inquired, as Krissy mulled this over.
"You were twitchier than usual. But…no, not really. You carried my bags to the car. Said you were happy I was getting out. I just thought you were tired" Krissy mumbled, feeling guilty.
"I am" Will sighed, letting his head fall into his hands.
"…What did you mean we're like two peas in a pod? Did something happen?" Will questioned, a moment later, remembering what she had said.
"Uh, no. I'm good. Honestly" Krissy told him, as he quirked an eyebrow.
"Now who's lying" Will pointed out, catching her eyes for a moment.
"You know how they say two wrongs, don't make a right. I get the feeling that goes for two unstable people, doesn't make for a good relationship too" Krissy suggested.
"Is this you breaking up with me, Miss Crawford?" Will questioned, a teasing tone to his voice.
"It's not like it's a good time to start something" Krissy pointed out.
"There's never a good time…" Will trailed off, as he lowered his hand to brush against the back of her hand.
"I don't think I'd be good for you, Will" Krissy confessed, but she didn't pull her hand away.
"Shouldn't that be up to me to decide?" Will argued.
"You're the one who pulled away first" Krissy stated, referring to their kiss.
"I won't this time" Will said, in a low voice, as he placed his warm palm over her hand.
Krissy felt her heart flutter a little, her eyes snapping up to Will's, finding that he held her gaze. She flipped her hand over so they could link their fingers together, as she leaned a little closer.
"What changed?" She questioned.
"I realised something important" Will told her, using his other hand to reach out to brush his fingers against her cheek.
"I need you" Will exclaimed, his voice full of emotion.
With her heart hammering in her chest, Krissy leant forward, pressing her lips against Will's, feeling his hand brush through her hair, pulling her closer. The kiss was slower than their first, but still held the same amount of emotion behind it. Everything seeped away, apart from Will's lips on hers. Krissy couldn't stop the smile that grew on her lips, as she pulled away, seeing the almost peaceful look on Will's face.
"I need you too" Krissy replied, pressing their foreheads together, as they both closed their eyes.
It took a few days to pluck up the courage to face Hannibal again, but she knew she couldn't avoid the older man forever. If Hannibal was surprised when she arrived at their pre-booked appointment, he didn't show it. They quickly found their places, sitting opposite each other, as Krissy noticed their chairs were even closer than usual.
"I'm sorry for my outburst the other day. I shouldn't have left like that" Krissy announced, feeling the tension in the air.
"It's quite alright, Krissy" Hannibal soothed, but she still wasn't convinced.
"It was rude" She pointed out, leaning back on her chair.
"Perhaps. But there are certain individuals I can make exceptions for. You are high on that list" Hannibal explained, as Krissy's lips twitched into a smile.
"…Is Will also on that list?" Krissy couldn't help but ask, the smile quickly falling from her face.
"He is" Hannibal nodded.
"I kissed him" Krissy exclaimed, biting her lip.
"I know. Where do you think Will went directly after your encounter?" Hannibal asked, quirking an eyebrow, as Krissy's eyes widened a little.
"Were you two gossiping about me?" Krissy suggested, mischievously.
"I wouldn't dream of it" Hannibal said, a smirk playing on his lips.
"I suppose it would be a breach of patient confidentiality if I asked what you talked about" Krissy exclaimed, as Hannibal gave a quick nod of his head.
"It would" He agreed.
"Well, that's okay…cause' he kissed me again. Today. In his classroom" Krissy went on, an almost childish glee in her voice.
"One kiss could be deemed a momentary lapse…but two kisses suggests a habit" Hannibal offered in response.
"I can't say I mind being Will Graham's habit" Krissy grinned, looking happier than Hannibal had seen her in a long time.
"…This, uh…this won't create a problem between us, will it?" Krissy asked, noticing the tightness in Hannibal's jaw.
"In what way?" Hannibal questioned.
"Don't play coy with me, Hannibal. I see the way you look at him sometimes. We have that look in common" Krissy exclaimed, raising an eyebrow.
"Will is an impressive man. One can't help but admire him" Hannibal replied.
"Oh, trust me. I plan to admire every part of him" Krissy teased, watching with amusement as a small chuckle passed over Hannibal's lips.
Krissy joined in the laughter, spurred on by the rare sound from Hannibal. Her laugh quickly faltered when she felt pain shoot from her abdomen once again, as the action pulled at her stomach muscles. She leaned back on her chair, gritting her teeth as she let out a shaky breath.
"You are still in a great amount of pain" Hannibal stated, as Krissy shrugged loosely.
"Getting stabbed will do that, I guess" She mumbled.
"…May I see it?" Hannibal asked, as Krissy tilted her head.
"See what?" She frowned, confused.
"Your wound. It could be infected" Hannibal pointed out, making Krissy scoff.
"I may not be practising right now, but I am a nurse, Hannibal. I think I'd know if I had an infection" Krissy insisted, but Hannibal didn't let it go.
"I was a doctor of medicine before my interest in the mind took over. I outrank you" Hannibal suggested, as Krissy rolled her eyes.
"Spoken like a true doctor" Krissy retorted.
In response, Hannibal simply ushered to his expensive-looking couch, which had been arranged to act more like a make-shift bed. When she could see Hannibal would not budge, Krissy reluctantly pushed herself to her feet, flopping down on the couch. She was quick to take her shoes off, knowing the action would please Hannibal. She then went to lie back, feeling a little uneasy.
"Please, pull up your shirt" Hannibal requested, as he came to sit by her thigh.
Krissy did as she was asked, as she felt Hannibal's fingers brush against her stomach. Without warning, he suddenly ripped the large dressing from her skin, causing Krissy to take a sharp inhale of breath. Their eyes connected for a moment, as Krissy found it strange that Hannibal almost seemed pleased by the way she didn't cry out. Hannibal's eyes surveyed her pale skin, his right hand touching the hem of her shirt, pulling it up a little higher. His other hand traced the red marks that the bandage had left, contrasting starkly against her skin. Krissy couldn't help but squirm a little under his feather-light touches, being reminded of when he visited her in the hospital.
"I will return with the necessary supplies" Hannibal announced, suddenly standing up.
He was only gone for a few minutes, having washed his hands, an array of medical supplies in his hands. He was quick to arrange what he needed, having a sterile pack ready which he opened. Donning sterile gloves, he began to clean the deep wound on Krissy's abdomen, brushing cleansed gauze over the injured skin. Krissy's jaw tensed at the stinging sensation, but she didn't speak up. After he finished drying the area, Hannibal allowed his fingers to trace the stitches which held her skin together, his mouth dry. Krissy felt her heart beat a little faster under his hand, seeing the intense look on his eyes. She didn't know the dark train of thought running through her therapist's head, as he thought how easy it would be to open the stitches, for her blood to run free. It pained him not being able to touch the wound with his bare fingers, but the risk of infection was too great. Turning to the new dressing at his side, he quickly placed it over the wound, withdrawing the temptation. He pressed down against her skin harder than necessary as he did this, able to feel the way her chest was rising faster.
"What did you say when you visited me in the hospital?" Krissy voice spoke through the tense silence, as Hannibal's eyes snapped up to her blue ones.
"I'm afraid, I don't know what you mean" Hannibal replied.
"You visited me in the hospital, I was only barely conscious. You spoke in another language" Krissy went on, as Hannibal gave a small shake of his head.
"I believe you were dreaming, Krissy" Hannibal lied, easily.
Krissy's forehead wrinkled as she could tell he wasn't telling her the truth. His tone was the same as when he spoke about Franklyn's death.
I couldn't leave a patient in need. Besides, I had grown somewhat attached to the man. In hindsight, I wish I had turned him away from my door.
Which part exactly had Hannibal been lying about? And why was Franklyn really at his office at that moment?
A snapped neck. Not exactly Tobias' M.O, is it? Far too clinical.
Her brother's words echoed in her head, even if it was only part of her own delusions. As Krissy watched Hannibal remove his gloves in a careful manner, her eyes widened a little. She looked over to the middle of the room, where she knew Franklyn had died, as everything melted away in front of her. Suddenly, Hannibal and Tobias were standing there, with Franklyn in the middle, completely oblivious to the danger he was in. Krissy couldn't stop the gasp that left her lips as she watched Hannibal march forward, his hands grabbing Franklyn's neck, giving a hard twist, as Franklyn's body flopped to the floor. Dead.
"You really know how to pick your friends" An amused voice came from behind her, as she didn't have to turn to know who was speaking.
"Krissy?" Hannibal's voice interrupted, as she turned back to him.
He had been watching as she stared off into the distance for the last few seconds, a look of horror on her face. Krissy slowly turned back to him, her eyes downcast, as she tried to control her breathing.
"What do you see?" Hannibal questioned, a curious tone to his voice.
"You better think of a story quick. He's already killed one of his patients. I doubt he'll have any problem snapping your neck too" Her brother's voice warned, as she could practically feel him breathing down her neck.
"Tobias. I…I see him killing me. Just like he did to Franklyn" Krissy stuttered, her frightened eyes finally meeting Hannibal's.
"He's gone. He won't ever touch you again" Hannibal told her, pushing himself to his feet.
As he went to walk past, he dropped his hand onto her shoulder, giving a tight squeeze in what could have been meant as a comforting gesture. Or a threat, Krissy thought to herself.
"Out of the frying pan and into the fire, huh, Kris?" Her brother's voice exclaimed, as they both watched him walk away.
Author's Notes: I hope you all enjoyed this chapter! It looks like Krissy is finally wising up to Hannibal's manipulations, the question is will she trust her gut instinct? Please leave a review:)
acetwolf94: Thank you, I hope you like the update!
BoondockSaints01: Aw, thank you so much! I'm really glad you're enjoying this story and these type of reviews really help to motivate me:) I hope you like the update!
BookwormKW: Yeah, its definitely not Will's best skill, haha. Still, at least he saved her! Thanks for the review:)
Serleena Xath: Thank you so much:) That's very true, this fandom is definitely lacking OC stories. I'm really glad that you like Krissy, it can be hard sometimes to bring an OC into a show like Hannibal. Haha, I try to keep them as in character as possible! Is there anything in particular you want to see in the following chapters?