Krissy was already sitting in her father's office when the other's arrived but was as clueless as they were to the news Jack had. From the tense hunch of Jack's shoulders, she could tell it certainly wasn't good news. Will automatically came to stand next to her, a little closer than he should have considering her father was watching. Krissy kept her eyes downcast as she heard Hannibal and Alana enter the room, not wanting to catch Hannibal's eyes. She was still afraid of what she could find behind them.

"Nicholas Boyle turned up in Minnesota...dead" Jack announced, bluntly.

Krissy could feel how Will tensed up at the news, instantly knowing where Jack's mind would go. Straight to Abigail. Her father was smarter than people gave him credit for. Reluctantly, Krissy couldn't help but steal a glance at Hannibal, wanting to know what his reaction would be. She was disappointed with what she saw. Nothing. There was no indication of shock, fear, just…nothing.

"His body was found in the woods. He was frozen. They thawed him out fairly quickly, but they said they can't tell if he died a week ago, six weeks ago, or the night that he disappeared" Jack went on, as Krissy kept her eyes on Hannibal.

There was the barest reaction, a calculating look in his eyes. He was trying to decipher how he should react. What would be seen as normal…acceptable even. As if he could feel her gaze, Hannibal's eyes snapped over to Krissy's, causing her to look away immediately. Had his eyes always looked so cold?

"How did he die?" Alana asked, oblivious to the tension in the room.

"Knife wound. He was gutted. I've had the body flown down here. I want Abigail Hobbs to identify it for us" Jack exclaimed.

"You already have a positive ID" Hannibal stated, his attention back on Jack.

"Not from Abigail Hobbs" Jack pointed out.

"You can't put her in a room with Nick Boyle's body. She already has nightmares about him, Jack" Alana insisted, outraged.

"I'm curious about why" Jack went on, as Will finally spoke up.

"You can't think that she has something to do with this?" Will gaped, his arms crossed.

Krissy couldn't help but grimace at his comment. Will only saw the good in Abigail, he was blind to everything else. He would be heartbroken when he found out the truth.

"I think Abigail Hobbs is the common denominator between her father, Marissa Schuur, and Nicholas Boyle. They all go back to Abigail. My instincts tell me that Abigail has answers that we have not heard" Jack explained.

"What are the questions, Jack?" Will snapped.

"Let's start with where she goes when she climbs the walls of the psychiatric facility. Maybe she's meeting Nicholas Boyle. None of us know what was really going on between them" Jack told them, as Will looked to Krissy, a pleading look on his face.

"It's not exactly ethical, Dad. Nicholas tried to kill Abigail" Krissy suggested, as Will nodded vehemently.

"So, she says" Jack muttered.

"Besides, it's not like any confession you get would hold up in court. They would have a good case that you traumatised a victim, coerced her into believing your point of view" Krissy went on, as Will gave her a questioning look.

"Krissy is right, Jack. Any confession would lose its credibility" Hannibal agreed, as Krissy could feel his eyes on her.

"Which is why I want you to observe on this, Alana" Jack announced, as Alana reluctantly nodded.

"If you're putting Abigail in a room with the body, I want to be there" Will insisted, stepping forward.

"I'm sorry, Will. I am not very confident with your ability to be objective about Abigail Hobbs right now…Alana" Jack exclaimed, walking out of the room, with Alana following close behind.

"Jack, you can't—" Will began, but stopped when Krissy placed her hand on his shoulder.

"He won't listen. I know you're worried about her, but I think Abigail is a lot stronger than you think" Krissy argued, as Will shook his head.

"Not strong enough" Will mumbled, turning on his heel as he left the room.

This left just Krissy and Hannibal in the room, as the former had to push down the urge to flee down. She kept her back turned to the older man, something which she was sure he would notice.

"Either Abigail uncovered his body, or you're not the perfectionist I thought you were" Krissy announced.

"I expect this was a misguided attempt to quell her anxiety over his body being discovered" Hannibal told her, almost dismissively.

"She's put you in danger. What are you going to do about that?" Krissy queried.

"What would you have me do about it?" Hannibal challenged, a smirk playing on his lips, as she didn't reply.

"…Will needs to know the truth" Krissy stated, hearing Hannibal click his tongue.

"What Will needs and wants are two very different things" Hannibal retorted.

"I'm not going to keep lying to him" Krissy told him, firmly.

"I can see how that would create a problem in your blossoming relationship" Hannibal agreed, causing her to whip around.

Krissy flinched a little when she saw how close he was now standing, having silently crept up on her. She kept her face still, trying to mask the uneasiness she now felt whenever she was around him.

"Are you going to let me tell him the truth?" Krissy questioned, taking a small step backwards.

"I don't believe I could stop you even if I wanted to" Hannibal responded, despite the both of them knowing that was a lie.

He had been able to put a permanent end to Franklyn, and what threat could that man have posed? What was Hannibal's intention when he wrapped his hands around Franklyn's neck and twisted? Krissy wasn't sure yet. And until she had more evidence, a better understanding, she couldn't tell anyone.

"Will might tell Jack, and if he does…why would you be willing to take that risk?" Krissy asked.

"Because I know how much Will cares for Abigail. Perhaps even more than he cares for you" Hannibal suggested, watching hurt flash behind her eyes for a split second.

"Well, you better hope you're right" Krissy retorted, turning to march out of the room.

Krissy watched as Will paced angrily around his living room, unsettling the dogs that surrounded them. He was angry, in a different way than she was used to seeing him. If her father had been in the room, Krissy was sure Will would have struck him.

"I'll go above Jack. To his superior" Will exclaimed.

"Will, just stop—" Krissy began, but Will shook his head.

"I know he's your father, but he's wrong about this. He could do irreparable damage to Abigail!" Will insisted.

"And what about the damage that Abigail has caused?" Krissy argued, standing up quickly.

"What does that mean?" Will frowned, his eyes darting around the room.

"She's not who you think she is" Krissy replied, making Will scoff.

"No, that's just what your father wants you to—" Will started, but was cut off by Krissy's sharp tone.

"Abigail killed Nicholas Boyle!" Krissy announced, watching Will flinch at the admission.

"…I know Abigail, I know what's she's capable of. And it's not…that" Will insisted.

"She killed him, Will. Maybe in self-defence, maybe not. And Hannibal helped cover it up" Krissy explained, as Will's eyes flickered to hers for a moment.

"How would you know that?" Will mumbled, a vulnerable expression on his face.

"Because Hannibal told me. Because I've known the truth since the night it happened" Krissy admitted, as Will walked over to one of the armchairs, his knees ready to give out.

"You…why didn't you tell me?" Will asked, his voice thick with emotion.

"At first I didn't think you'd believe me…" Krissy trailed off.

"And now? All this time, you've been lying to me. Why?" Will insisted.

"I didn't want to ruin the one good thing you had in your life" Krissy mumbled, her voice barely audible.

"You let me defend her. You let me act a fool. Where you and Hannibal mocking me behind my back?!" Will went on, pushing himself to his feet.

"I knew who you'd choose" Krissy stated, as Will's forehead wrinkled.

"What?" He questioned.

"Between me and Abigail. You'd rather see the good in her than me. Even Hannibal see's that. Hell, I'm surprised you even believe me—" Krissy was quickly cut off by Will.

"I trust you. More than anyone. How can you not see that?" Will exclaimed, taking a step closer to her.

"I'm sorry. For lying to you. I never wanted to hurt you. I was just…I was scared" Krissy confessed, surprised when Will reached out to touch her face gently.

"I know" Will sighed, bringing their heads closer, so their foreheads touched.

"What are you going to do?" Krissy questioned, her eyes closed.

"Speak to Hannibal. Ascertain what his reasoning was" Will mumbled, stroking her cheek softly, before pulling away.

"Will. Are we…are we good?" Krissy asked, watching him walk towards the front door.

"…You were wrong, Krissy. When you said Abigail was the one good thing in my life. That was always you" Will told her, a sad expression on his face, as he pulled the door open and walked out into the night.

Things had been difficult between Will and Krissy after that. Will may have understood her intentions, but he was finding it hard to forgive her. His trust was difficult to earn back. She wasn't sure what had happened between him and Hannibal, but from the way Will continued to go to his therapy sessions, Hannibal must have said the right things. Krissy just wished she knew what those things were. When he had been called off to another case that morning, she had been glad. The tension in the house was getting unbearable, just as her frequent headaches were. However, that wasn't Krissy's biggest problem…

"You know who like's fishing? Weirdo's…and hermits. Your Will is a bit of both really" Her brother muttered, picking up one of Will's fishing lines.

Krissy rubbed at her temples, turning away from her hallucination, and walking towards her bedroom. His visits had been growing more and more frequent. But who could she talk to? Will was already close to the edge, her father would want to send her to a mental asylum, and Hannibal…well, she didn't want to think about what he would do.

"Ah, speak of the Devil" Ken exclaimed, as Krissy's phone began to ring, Hannibal's name flashing on the screen.

"That's the second time you've declined his call. He'll be growing suspicious" Ken pointed out, as she placed her phone on her bedside table.

"If he doesn't know that you've figured out he killed Franklyn, he soon will. And then you become a problem. What do you think Doctor Lecter does with problems?" Ken insisted, as Krissy pinched the bridge of her nose.

"He's my friend" Krissy stated, surprising herself a little.

"Odd group of friends he has. Your more like experiments really" Ken went on, walking towards the window.

"What does that mean?" Krissy frowned.

"You, Will, Abigail. What do you all have in common?" Ken asked, running his finger down the windowpane.

"…We're all broken" Krissy mumbled, as Ken scoffed harshly.

"You always were overdramatic, Kris. You're killers. All three of you" Ken told her, as she tensed.

"I've only ever killed in self-defence" Krissy argued, as Ken turned around.

"Still intent on lying to yourself, huh?" Ken mocked.

In the blink of an eye, her brother had suddenly disappeared, as Krissy hoped he would stay gone. The last thing she needed was—

"Three" His voice exclaimed, from right beside her, making Krissy jump out of her skin.

"What?" She replied, turning to see him sitting next to her on the bed.

"Three death's Hannibal Lecter has been involved with. Once is an accident. Twice is a coincidence…" Ken trailed off, as their eyes connected.

"Three times is a pattern" Krissy finished, her eyes widening.

"First there was Garret Jacob Hobbs, then Nicholas Boyle and now Franklyn" Ken went on, as Krissy shook her head.

"Hannibal killed Franklyn. He didn't kill the others" Krissy argued.

"Maybe not directly. But influence is a powerful thing…you know what better than most" Ken stated, raising an eyebrow.

"You're saying he wanted them to kill? Why? Why would he want that?" Krissy asked, confused.

"…Who knows. That's for you to figure out, sis. I can't do all the leg work" Ken scoffed, as Krissy's jaw tensed.

"I'm talking to a figment of my imagination. What the fuck I'm doing?" Krissy muttered, walking over to her bedside table to pick up her phone.

Her hand faltered for a moment, spotting the bottle of Lorazepam, feeling the urge to take another of the tablets. Her brother always seemed to disappear after she took one. Everything slipped away.

"I'm pretty sure what your describing is dependency" Ken's voice spoke up from behind her.

"Shut up" Krissy mumbled, grabbing the bottle and pushing one of the tablets onto her palm.

Without another thought, she placed the tablet onto her tongue, her other hand reaching for a bottle of water. She could hear her brother tutting as she swallowed the pill, hoping he would leave her soon. She jumped as she bottle was suddenly grabbed from her hand; a tablet deposited onto her brother's hand. Krissy's brow furrowed as Ken inspected it closely, a snigger leaving his lips.

"You never were the smartest tool in the box, Kris" Ken told her, grabbing her hand, and dropping the tablet onto her palm.

"What does that mean?" Krissy asked, pulling her hand away from his grip.

"Like I said, influence is a powerful thing. How do you think Doctor Lecter is influencing you?" Ken pointed out, as Krissy's gaze dropped back to the pill in her hand.

Something wasn't right with it. She couldn't put her finger on it. But if she was questioning Hannibal's intentions, should she really be taking medication from the man? When had her headaches started? Her hallucinations?

"What does…?" Krissy trailed off when she saw her brother had vanished, leaving her alone in the room.

"It's pretty gruesome. Whoever did this was one sick individual" Beverley informed her, as she and Krissy walked into the house of the latest murder victim.

She needed to see Will. Even if she couldn't tell him what was happening with her, she just needed to be with him. Unfortunately for her, Will was surrounded by death. And from what Beverley had told her about the latest case, it was a savage death at that. A young woman whose face had been cut up to the degree that she had drowned on her own blood.

"I'm sure you guys will figure out who the killer is" Krissy told her, as they walked through the kitchen.

"We could use your help. It's been pretty dull around here without you" Beverley exclaimed, making Krissy grin.

"I'm not sure if that's a compliment or not" Krissy laughed.

"This is a crime scene, Krissy. You can't be here" Jack's voice boomed at the top of the stairs.

"I'm not here to get involved in the case. I just want to talk to Will" Krissy replied, slowly trudging up the stairs.

"Something wrong?" Jack frowned.

Krissy cursed herself for not being able to mask her distress better. Her father knew her too well. Maybe she had subconsciously gone to the crime scene to see him too?

"Everything's just peachy" Krissy shrugged, making Jack roll his eyes.

"I've barely heard from you since the hospital. I feel like I'm being punished for something I haven't done, Krissy" Jack went on, as she raised an eyebrow.

"It's good to see your as oblivious as ever, Dad" Krissy mumbled, walking past him to lean against a nearby bookcase.

"Excuse me?" Jack scoffed.

"I would have gone home with you at the hospital. You just had to say the right thing…but instead, all you said was that you couldn't trust me" Krissy explained.

"Well, what was the right thing?" Jack frowned, crossing his arms.

"That you missed me" Krissy sighed, watching Jack's eyes soften a little.

"Krissy—" Jack began, but was cut off as the door behind them was suddenly swung open.

Krissy's eyes widened in horror as Will emerged with blood-soaked hands and arms, his breath coming out in short pants. He looked like he was about to pass out, his eyes darting around the room. She had seen that vacant look in his eyes before. These killers mind's Will got inside were starting to take him over, anyone could see that.

"Will" Krissy spoke up, watching him flinch at his name.

"K-krissy…I…she was…" Will stuttered, as she slowly approached, her arms raised out.

"It's okay. Whatever you saw, it wasn't you. That's not you, Will" Krissy insisted, reaching out to touch his shoulder.

Will practically flung himself into her arms, his body shaking violently, wrapping his arms around her shoulder's. Krissy felt her heart break as he clung to her, she could practically feel his fear coming off him in waves. He was scared of himself. She hugged him back just as tightly, not caring what it would look like to the others. Not as long as it was what Will needed.

They found themselves standing over the sink ten minutes later, as Krissy thoroughly cleaned the blood from Will's arms. Unfortunately, some had stained the blue shirt he was wearing, but she decided not to comment on it. She was busy cleaning underneath his fingernails when Will finally spoke.

"I killed her" Will whispered, in one quick inhale.

"No. You didn't" Krissy replied, firmly.

"I feel like I did" Will admitted, scrunching his eyes shut.

"Your mind is just imaging what the killer felt. It's trying to fill in the gaps for you" Krissy suggested.

"I wish it would stop" Will mumbled, his eyes still closed.

"What would stop?" Krissy asked.

"Everything" Will sighed, opening his eyes to find Krissy staring back at him with concern.

"You can't keep doing this, Will. Every time you go to one of these cases, you let something else into your head…what happens when there's not enough room left for you?" Krissy argued.

"I'm saving lives" Will told her.

"And you're killing yourself" Krissy retorted, with a shake of her head.

"…I'm sorry. For how I've been acting the last few days" Will muttered, running a hand through his hair.

"It's okay. Your hurt, feeling betrayed…I'd feel the same" Krissy pointed out.

"It's not that. I just…I feel numb. I feel…like I'm dead already" Will said, shakily.

Krissy leant forward a moment later, pressing her lips against his, as Will's eyes fluttered shut. It was a chaste kiss, but from the smile that spread over his lips, she could tell it had worked. He felt something. Krissy reached out to press her palm against his chest, feeling his heart beating quickly beneath.

"As long as your heart's still beating your alive, Will" Krissy told him, as Will nodded slowly.

"What was that?" A voice boomed from behind them, causing the pair to spin around.

"I got confused. I can go back in" Will replied, as Jack pursed his lips.

Krissy wasn't sure that was what had Jack so angry, as she looked down to see Will's hands had wrapped around her waist at some point. She quickly pulled away, biting her lip as she wondered how long her father had been standing there.

"You contaminated a crime scene. What were you thinking?" Jack exclaimed, taking a step closer to the pair.

"Clearly…I wasn't thinking" Will retorted.

"I'm officially worried about you, Will" Jack informed him, making the younger man scoff.

"Officially? Well, that certainly makes a change" Will spat out, before storming towards the kitchen door, walking into the snow outside.

"He's unstable, Krissy" Jack announced, crossing his arms.

"Then we make a pretty good pair" Krissy muttered, under her breath.

"Getting involved with Will Graham is a very bad idea" Jack insisted.

"I'm not abandoning him, Dad" Krissy exclaimed, walking towards the door, ready to follow Will.

"He's dangerous" Jack called after her, making Krissy come to a halt.

Will wouldn't hurt her. That was one thing she was sure of. He was a good man, he was just…lost. They both were.

Krissy was relieved when Will informed her he was going to see a neurologist the following day, but this relief was short-lived when she found out the neurologist was a colleague of Doctor Lecter's. She didn't trust Hannibal, and that meant she didn't trust his friends either. Hannibal seemed irritated at her insistence to join Will at the appointment but did not speak out against it. Will was clearly in need of comfort. As they sat down in Dr Sutcliffe's luxurious office, Krissy had to restrain herself from rolling her eyes as the two doctors seemed far more interested in reminiscing than Will's situation. Will also noticed this, as the two shared a look, knowing each other so well now they could communicate non-verbally.

"So, Will, these headaches. When did they begin in earnest?" Dr Sutcliffe inquired, turning his attention to his patient.

"Around three months ago" Will replied.

"About the time Will went back into the field" Hannibal added.

"And the same time you met him, right Doctor Lecter?" Krissy exclaimed, her eyes flickering over to Hannibal's hazel ones.

"I suppose so" Hannibal stated, straightening his tie.

"…And the hallucinations?" Dr Sutcliffe asked, noticing the tension in the room.

"I can't really say when they started. Um...I just slowly became aware that I might not be dreaming" Will confessed, as the two doctors shared a hidden look.

"These hallucinations, what sort of nature are they?" Dr Sutcliffe inquired, curiously.

"Violent…usually" Will mumbled, taking off his glasses, as he began to fidget with them.

"But not always?" Dr Sutcliffe pressed, opening a pad, scribbling down some notes.

"No" Will shook his head, his eyes downcast.

"Very vivid?" Dr Sutcliffe guessed as Will let out a shaky breath.

"More real than this conversation" Will confessed, as Krissy itched to reach out to him, but decided against it.

"Are they ever sexual in nature?" Dr Sutcliffe queried.

"…Occasionally" Will replied, his eyes flickering over to Krissy's for a second, making her blush.

"Any history of seizures?" Dr Sutcliffe inquired, missing the smirk that Hannibal was now wearing, clearly finding the reaction from the pair amusing.

Will was soon brought to the MRI scanner, having been asked to change into one of the hospital gowns. Krissy waited with the two doctors on the other side of the glass, feeling nervous. She hoped they would find something. If they found Will did have a neurological issue at least it could be treated, but if he didn't…she couldn't think of that yet.

"It could be an infection" Krissy announced, as Hannibal tilted his head.

"Why do you say that?" Dr Sutcliffe asked.

"Hallucinations, confusion…it could be a type of delirium" Krissy offered.

"In that case, it could just as easily be a form of dementia" Hannibal pointed out.

"More likely a tumour" Dr Sutcliffe suggested, as they watched Will jump onto the MRI bed.

"He's having an immune response to something, if it's not an infection, maybe—" Krissy began, but was cut off by Hannibal.

"Best to leave the diagnosis to the experts" Hannibal exclaimed, looking to Dr Sutcliffe, who gave him a quick nod.

"On that note, could I ask you to leave, Miss?" Dr Sutcliffe said, making her frown.

"Why?" Krissy questioned.

"I'd prefer not to have an audience" Dr Sutcliffe mumbled, his eyes downcast.

"But Hannibal can stay?" Krissy scoffed, crossing her arms.

"He is a colleague of mine. I'd find him less…off-putting. No offence" Dr Sutcliffe explained, as Krissy's jaw tensed.

"You're not a very good liar, Dr Sutcliffe" Krissy retorted, reluctantly turning around and storming out of the room.

"You certainly seem to find these two amusing. Is this the only reason you have acquired the pair?" Dr Sutcliffe queried, seeing the glint in Hannibal's eyes.

"Her brother is Ken Dixon" Hannibal replied, simply, watching the other man's eyes almost pop out of his head.

"…You always did like rare, pretty things, Hannibal" Dr Sutcliffe muttered, as the door to the MRI room opened and Krissy entered.

"Will has encephalitis" Hannibal announced, as Dr Sutcliffe's forehead wrinkled.

"You just tried to sway her away from such an idea" Dr Sutcliffe pointed out.

"It is so rare to be able to study the psychological effect of this type of malady on a person's mind" Hannibal exclaimed.

"It's rarer still to be able to study the neurological effects" Dr Sutcliffe nodded.

"A doctor has to weigh the ultimate benefit of scientific study. Even in these times, we know so little about the brain. There are great discoveries to be made" Hannibal explained, as the pair came to an understanding.

Will's shoulders sagged in relief when he saw Krissy walking towards him, instantly feeling more at ease. The only time he ever seemed to feel calm was around the brunette these days.

"Hey, sexy outfit" Krissy grinned, patting his bare knee, giving his hospital gown an appreciative glance.

"You have a thing for hospital gowns?" Will scoffed, amused.

"No, just you half-naked" Krissy smirked, jumping up onto the MRI bed beside him.

"I'm glad you're here" Will admitted, his voice a little shaky.

"So am I" Krissy replied, reaching out to intertwine their fingers.

"If you see anything in there, just…remember it's not real. Focus on something else" Krissy told him, as a small smile grew on Will's face.

"I'll focus on you" Will exclaimed, leaning forward to press a chaste kiss to her lips.

"Careful, Will. I might start to think I'm forgiven" Krissy mumbled, her eyes closed.

"There's nothing to forgive" Will insisted, giving her a sad smile.

"I'll be just outside the door. You can stop this at any time, okay?" Krissy stated, giving his hand a squeeze, not realising the two men on the other side of the glass had been listening intently to their conversation.

"She's in love with him" Dr Sutcliffe realised, turning to his colleague.

"I know" Hannibal stated, a calculating look behind his eyes.

"We didn't find anything abnormal. No vascular malformations, no tumours, no swelling or bleeding, no evidence of stroke. Nothing. There's nothing wrong with you neurologically" Dr Sutcliffe announced, gesturing to the brain scan in front of them.

"So what I'm experiencing is psychological" Will muttered, looking shattered.

"Well...brain scans can't diagnose, uh, mental disorders. They can only rule out medical illnesses like a tumour, which can have similar symptoms" Dr Sutcliffe went on, as Will nodded, close to tears.

"There are more tests we can run. Blood samples, more scans—" Krissy began, as Hannibal cut her off.

"I expect these will prove just as inconclusive" Hannibal suggested, as Krissy shot him a glare.

"Then we'll get a second opinion" Krissy exclaimed, as Will spoke up.

"No, I just…I need some air. Alone" Will sighed, when he saw Krissy try to follow him.

"I'm very sorry, Will" Dr Sutcliffe murmured, as he and Will walked out of the room, the latter seeming more lost than ever.

"I know this wasn't what you were hoping for—" Hannibal began, but Krissy stopped him quickly.

"What game are you playing, Hannibal?" Krissy questioned, her eyes narrowed.

"The science doesn't lie, Krissy" Hannibal stated, as she took a step closer to him.

"No…but you do" Krissy challenged, watching Hannibal tilt his head.

"Are you accusing me of something?" Hannibal asked, innocently.

"I think our therapy sessions have come to an end" Krissy spat out, turning on her heel.

Krissy came to a halt when she felt his cold hand wrap around her wrist, only applying a small amount of pressure, but the threat behind it was clear. Hannibal wasn't finished speaking.

"I fear that would be an unwise decision, Krissy" Hannibal warned, able to feel her Krissy's pulse was quickening underneath his fingertips.

"Stay away from me, Hannibal" Krissy insisted, trying to pull away from his grip, but he only tightened his hold.

"…Or what?" Hannibal asked, as their eyes connected.

Krissy's searched his face for a moment, spotting the amusement behind his eyes, the slight smirk on his lips. He was enjoying this. There was a strange, dark part of her that almost shared this feeling. Pushing herself up, practically standing on her tiptoes, she came very close to Hannibal's face.

"You're about to find out" Krissy exclaimed, her voice only above a whisper.

Hannibal didn't see the hard punch to his stomach coming, leaving him winded, as he dropped his grip on her wrist. Krissy took a couple of steps back instantly, unsure how Hannibal would react. She was surprised as genuine laugh left his lips, as he straightened his back, acting as though she had simply told him a funny joke. Was that all she was to him? Not wanting to know the answer, Krissy quickly stumbled out of the room, deciding it would be unwise to find herself alone in a room with Doctor Lecter again.

Author's Notes: I hope you all enjoyed this chapter! Hannibal's having the time of his life, but I think Krissy is really underestimating the danger she is in. Things will be coming to a head sooner than you think. Please leave a review:)

acetwolf94: Thanks! I hope you like the update:)