Krissy's leg bobbed up and down nervously as she waited in the hospital Café', watching as the minutes ticked by. After her confrontation with Doctor Lecter, she had advanced her plans to find out his true intentions and left town. It was strange sitting in the place she used to work. She found herself stupidly ducking her head when she spotted a cleaner she used to know, but they seemed to barely recognise her.
"Wow, you look like shit" A familiar voice announced, as Krissy twisted around in her chair.
"You're one to talk, Lucy" Krissy replied, a grin growing on her face.
"Well, I have just finished a twelve-hour shift" The blonde scoffed, before lunging forward to pull Krissy into a tight hug.
The two girls had qualified at the same time, starting on the same ward and a bond had instantly been formed. The blonde was the only one who stuck up for her when she was dismissed from the hospital, something Krissy had never forgotten. Despite this, Krissy rarely replied to her messages, knowing a friendship between them was a dangerous thing.
"You certainly smell like it" Krissy laughed, as Lucy pushed her away.
"You cheeky bitch" Lucy chuckled, nudging her with her elbow, before the pair sat down at the Café table.
"…So, something tells me this might not be a social call?" Lucy guessed, as Krissy let out a long sigh.
In response, she pulled out the bottle of Lorazepam from her bag and placed it in Lucy's hands. The girl took a few seconds to inspect the bottle, reading the label on the outside before unscrewing the lid, a frown growing on her face.
"Are these yours?" Lucy tried to clarify.
"I finally went to see a therapist" Krissy shrugged, causing Lucy's frown to deepen.
"Since when does Lorazepam come in a bottle and not a foil strip?" Lucy pointed out, dropping one of the pills onto her palm.
"When the dosage is wrong" Krissy suggested, as Lucy's eyes darted between the bottle label and the medication lying on her palm.
"This isn't 0.5mg, Krissy" Lucy exclaimed, with wide eyes.
"I know" Krissy sighed, running a hand over her face, her shoulders slumped.
"How much of these have you been taking?" Lucy questioned, her voice filled with concern.
"Two a day" Krissy mumbled, taking the bottle from her hand.
"Jesus Christ…these are 4mg tablets, Krissy. If you keep taking these much you could overdose—" Lucy hissed.
"Yeah, I think that's the point" Krissy muttered, darkly.
"Who the hell is giving these to you?" Lucy asked, as Krissy pushed herself to her feet.
"It doesn't matter. I just needed to know I wasn't going…" Krissy trailed off, with a shake of her head.
Crazy.
"Wait, just wait a second. Is someone trying to hurt you? Krissy?" Lucy insisted.
"I can handle it" Krissy replied, as Lucy gave her a look.
"This isn't something you can run away from" Lucy stated.
"Oh, I'm not running" Krissy exclaimed, through gritted teeth, a dark look in her eyes.
After Will came back home early the next morning, driven by Beverley, he was in a state. Muttering to himself about the latest killer, and how he had seen her. Even Will didn't seem convinced that the encounter had been reality. She had all but thrown Will into his bed, watching as the older man collapsed, as fitful sleep consumed him. She stayed with him, sitting on the edge of the bed, reaching out to stroke his sweaty hair whenever he stirred. She should have been there. Instead, she had been too busy worrying about her own health. Something which she knew would have to take the backbench. Will seemed surprisingly well-rested that afternoon, insisting he wanted to go back to the Bureau. When they arrived Jack informed them they had a new suspect, Georgia Madchen, a young woman who had been suffering with mental illness most of her adult life. From what she had been told, Krissy couldn't help but feel a pang of sympathy for the killer. By now, Will had begun to sweat again, his hair stuck to his forehead as he pulled at his collar in discomfort.
"That's it. I'm taking you to the ER" Krissy announced, as Will shook his head vehemently.
"I'm fine. I just need an aspirin" Will retorted, as Krissy gave him a look of disbelief.
Krissy reached out to place her cold hand against his cheek, feeling the burning skin underneath her fingertips. His head must have felt like it was on fire. Will let out a shaky breath as he leant against her palm, his eyes fluttering closed. Krissy hated seeing him so distressed.
"You have a fever. You need help" Krissy insisted, as Will reached up to place his hand over her own, not wanting her to pull away.
"You can look after me" Will suggested, as Krissy's lips twitched into a smile despite herself.
"Those puppy dog eyes aren't gonna' work this time, Graham" Krissy told him, as she watched him all but pout.
"All I want is to go home and curl up on the couch with you and the dogs" Will replied, watching her eyes soften.
"Which we can do…when were get back from ER" Krissy clarified.
"I believe I have a better idea" Hannibal's voice boomed from close behind her, causing Krissy to jump out of her skin.
She whipped around to find Hannibal standing far closer than needed, a self-satisfied smirk on his face as he watched her back up a step. A smug Hannibal was never a good thing. Whatever trust there used to be between her and the Doctor, it was lessening by the second.
"Dr Sutcliffe has graciously agreed to run some more tests, Will. If we head there now, we can miss the traffic" Hannibal explained, as Krissy's jaw tensed.
"I thought you said further tests would likely be inconclusive too?" Krissy scoffed, crossing her arms.
"That doesn't mean we shouldn't try" Hannibal suggested.
"We should just go to the ER—" Krissy began to argue but was cut off by Hannibal's quick tongue.
"Dr Sutcliffe already has an appointment booked for the MRI scanner in one hour. If you want results, Will, this way is far quicker" Hannibal insisted, as Will slowly nodded.
"They'll only refer me to a neurologist anyway" Will pointed out, as Krissy reluctantly surrendered her viewpoint.
"Please, allow me to drive you. I don't believe you are in any state to be behind the wheel of a car" Hannibal explained, which they all knew was true.
"I'm perfectly capable of getting him to the hospital, Doctor Lecter" Krissy retorted, an irritated tone to her voice.
"I'll get my coat" Will mumbled, walking back into Jack's office, oblivious to the tension between the pair.
"…So, if I call Dr Sutcliffe right now, will he know anything about an MRI appointment?" Krissy challenged.
"He will by the time it would take you to convince Will of any deceit" Hannibal replied, knowing better than to lie to her.
"I'm taking him to the ER after the scan, where they might run some real tests" Krissy went on, as Hannibal tilted his head.
"We will see" Hannibal murmured, before turning to follow Will into Jack's office, his hand reaching for the door.
"Why are you doing this?" Krissy frowned, still uncertain about what his true intentions were.
"I only want the best for Will. For the both of you" Hannibal told her, as she couldn't stop the scoff that left her lips.
"Is that why you're trying to make me overdose on Lorazepam?" Krissy hissed, her anger lacing her words.
Hannibal stayed quiet after her accusation; his eyes boring into her own with cat-like curiosity. He assessed the situation with his usual clinical judgement, deciding not to give any response. This only seemed to anger Krissy further, as her lips turned up in a snarl.
"What's your game, Hannibal? Wind me up and watch me tick?" Krissy muttered.
"You certainly seem to be ticking" Hannibal noted, his eyes dropping down to her hand.
Krissy followed his gaze, finding that her left hand was rhythmically shaking, causing her to grit her teeth. She immediately hid the hand behind her back, feeling the tremor continue. It had been over twenty-four hours now since her last dose of Lorazepam, and she was already feeling the effects.
Her eyes burnt with rage as she watched Hannibal's lips twitch into the slightest smirk, her other hand now balling into a fist. She wanted nothing more than to wipe that smirk off his face—
"Am I interrupting something?" Will's voice boomed, as he tried to exit Jack's office, finding the two in a stare-off.
"Hannibal was just agreeing that I should be the one to drive you to the hospital. He and Dr Sutcliffe will need to talk before the appointment, right?" Krissy exclaimed, raising an eyebrow at the Doctor.
"How…considerate of you" Hannibal replied, a tight smile now on his lips.
The tension in Krissy's body language was clear from the line of her shoulders to the sharpness of her jaw. She was ready to pull Will out of the MRI machine at the first opportunity, especially while Hannibal's whereabouts were unknown. She had been a little surprised that he didn't push to stay with Doctor Sutcliffe during the procedure, but she certainly wasn't going to argue. After Will had only been inside the machine for a matter of minutes, Dr Sutcliffe suddenly announced the need to go to his office. Krissy debated whether to stay with Will or follow the shifty Doctor and quickly chose the latter. She opened the door to the corridor and was surprised to find all the lights were switched off, looking to her watch to see it was only nine in the evening. She ran her hand along the wall, trying to find a light switch when she felt someone's eyes on her. Just as she was about to turn around, she felt someone grab her hair, and in the next second, her head was being slammed into the wall, rendering her unconscious immediately.
"—ssy? Krissy?!" A panicked voice cried, as her eyes slowly fluttered open.
She shot upright a second later, her eyes instantly connecting with Will's erratic ones. It took her a moment to realise she had been moved, finding herself lying on a leather couch, a pillow underneath where her head had laid. She reached to the side of her head, grimacing as pain shot through her skull, and pulled away to see blood coating her fingertips. She really needed to stop getting hit around the head, she thought to herself.
"What…what happened?" Krissy frowned, seeing how Will was shaking, almost violently.
"I…I didn't…I just found him…did I…" Will stuttered, his breathing coming out in short gasps.
A smell hit her nose a second later. The unmistakable scent of blood. Krissy's eyes widened when she spotted something past Will's shoulder and pushed herself off the couch to get a better look. She immediately wished she hadn't.
"Oh God…" She gasped, her hand flying to her mouth when she saw the corpse sitting at Doctor Sutcliffe's desk.
The man's jaw had been bent back so far he was almost decapitated, his shirt drenched in blood. His facial bones and nerves were on full display, almost creating a sickening sort of smile on the man's face. Krissy felt bile rising in the back of her throat, as she saw Doctor Sutcliffe's tongue was cut in two, placed on the oak desk. The message was clear.
"He talked too much" Ken's voice suddenly boomed behind her, making her flinch.
"I can't remember…did I…did I hurt you too?" Will cried, wrapping his arms around himself, as Krissy turned to him in shock.
"No! Will, this wasn't you! How can you even say that?" Krissy exclaimed, rushing over to him, taking his face in her hands.
"Even if it wasn't me that killed him, it's…it's my fault" Will shook his head, as Krissy pulled him closer.
"What do you mean?" Krissy frowned.
"Georgia. She came here looking for me. Maybe she thought that was me" Will explained, as Krissy grit her teeth.
"If this was Georgia Madchen, she would have killed you too, not picked you up and placed you on this couch" Ken scoffed, as Krissy still wouldn't turn to look at him.
"No…" Krissy trailed off, scrunching her eyes shut.
Her brother was wrong. He had to be. Maybe Hannibal did kill Franklyn, but he couldn't have butchered his friend in such a way…could he?
It was some hours before Krissy and Will were finally allowed to leave the crime scene, as no evidence had been found on either of them. The murder weapon, a pointed pair of scissors had the same tissue that had been proven to be Georgia Madchen's. Everything was lining up to put the mentally ill girl as the murderer. Krissy still wasn't convinced that Georgia wasn't merely caught in the crossfire like the rest of them. Will had retreated back to his bed the moment they got home, as Krissy opted to do the same, but not before she relented and took one of the Lorazepam pills still in her bedroom. She knew better than to risk complete withdrawal and hoped she would be able to cope with the side effects of slowly reducing her dose. The moment the tablet entered her system, her brother's words slowly slipped away, and sleep took over her quickly. That night she only had one dream. Hannibal stood over her bed, a pair of scissors in his hand as he whispered soothing words to her before slowly wrapping his hands around her jaw. She stayed motionless as Hannibal cut into her jaw, allowing him to rip into her skin, still not making a sound. Just as he was removing her tongue, she sprung awake with a shout, her whole body drenched in sweat.
"Looks like the Good Doctor was right" Ken's voice announced, from where he was sitting on the edge of her bed.
"About what?" Krissy grumbled, unhappy that her hallucination had already returned.
"You never did manage to take Will to the ER after his scan, did you?" Ken pointed out, as Krissy ran a hand over her face.
"Are you saying Hannibal killed his friend just to stop me from getting Will help?" Krissy frowned, unsurely.
"Perhaps Doctor Sutcliffe was about to speak up about Hannibal's true intentions…or maybe he just saw a convenient kill and lapped up the opportunity?" Ken suggested, causing Krissy to grimace.
"You would talk about a human being as nothing more than a convenient kill" Krissy muttered, swinging her legs over the bed.
"Don't you mean…you would?" Ken pointed out, as Krissy turned to him.
She let out a shaky breath when she saw he was no longer there and had to remind herself he never was. It was all just her. It always was. Dropping her head into her hands, she tried to control her breathing, feeling a sob rack through her body. A horrible, stomach-churning thought came to the front of her mind suddenly.
What if neither Georgia, Will or Hannibal had killed Doctor Sutcliffe? What if he was the one who hit her, she blacked out and…
No. That wasn't her.
"Krissy?" Will's soft voice called out from the corridor, as she jumped to her feet.
"Yeah?" Krissy called back, opening the door to her bedroom, the light from the corridor momentarily blinding her.
"I think we need to call your Dad…" Will trailed off, turning to reveal a dishevelled woman from behind him.
Krissy instantly recognised the feral looking figure as Georgia Madchen. Her skin was a sickly yellow, and her eyes completely discoloured. She looked closer to an animal than a human.
"Talk about an easy scapegoat" Her brother smirked, appearing by her side again.
A few days later, Will had been called to a new crime scene, but the murderer in question was one well known to them. Doctor Gideon, the man who they had once believed to be the Chesapeake Ripper, had escaped. Krissy had taken Will to the crime scene but had soon be turned away by her father. She wanted to argue, but the moment Jack stated she didn't look well, Krissy decided to let it go. What could she tell him? That a man that he thought was his friend might have killed two people, not that she had any proof. No one would believe her. Nobody apart from Will, perhaps. She was itching to share her thoughts with the curly haired man, but his mind seemed too fragile to take on such an idea. It was starting to snow heavily as Krissy returned to Will's home, knowing the dogs would need to be let out. She slowed her car when she found recent tyre tracks on the drive, and immediately stopped the vehicle, opting to walk the rest of the way. Anxiety bubbled up in her chest when she saw Hannibal's car close by and realised he must have been inside the house. She debated whether to go around the back and try to sneak up on the man, but she expected this would be useless. Was it even possible to sneak up on Hannibal Lecter?
The dogs rushed to welcome her the moment she opened the front door, finding it was unlocked. Her hand instantly went to grab one of the fire pokers near the fireplace, her eyes darting around to find the older man. Her head snapped up as she heard a sizzling sound from the kitchen and edged closer, surprised to find Hannibal cooking something on the grill, acting as if he wasn't aware of her presence.
"What are you planning to do with that, Krissy?" Hannibal spoke up, somehow having managed to see the weapon from his peripheral vision.
"Depends on what you plan to do" Krissy retorted, gripping the poker tightly in her hand.
"I plan to feed Will's dogs" Hannibal replied, gesturing to the meat sizzling in the pan in front of him.
"Shouldn't you be in mourning right now? Your friend was murdered" Krissy pointed out, in an accusatory tone.
"I am grieving Doctor Sutcliffe, in my own way. I will miss him dearly" Hannibal explained.
"Do you want to try that again? Maybe put a little emotion into it this time?" Krissy scoffed, unimpressed.
"Grief is a complicated emotion. Often we find ourselves reacting in ways we didn't expect. Something which I am sure you could relate to" Hannibal went on, quirking an eyebrow, as Krissy's jaw clenched.
"…Where did you get the meat?" Krissy asked, knowing that Will had run out of almost all food in the fridge.
"My own supply. I came prepared" Hannibal told her, with a smug expression.
"How'd you get in?" Krissy asked, never letting go of her weapon.
"I have my own set of keys, supplied by Will, of course" Hannibal informed her, noticing the blood drained from her face.
"You're not welcome here" Krissy hissed, marching forward to turn off the grill, getting closer to the man than she would have liked.
"The meat will be undercooked" Hannibal muttered, with the click of his tongue.
"It looks pretty done to me" Krissy scoffed, with a roll of her eyes.
"Close to perfection. All it needs is a little more heat to become a succulent meal" Hannibal exclaimed.
"Playing with fire is dangerous" Krissy stated, seeing how Hannibal's eyes seemed to dance in response.
"Step to close and you can be burnt" Hannibal agreed, taking another step towards her.
Krissy found herself trying to retreat, almost stumbling her own feet as her back hit the kitchen counter. Her free hand gripped the cold surface as Hannibal came to loom over her, invading her personal space with little regard. She found that she couldn't match his gaze for long, his cold eyes seeming to look right through her.
"You seem nervous" Hannibal pointed out, tilting his head.
"I'm not nervous, I just don't like you" Krissy retorted, feeling Hannibal's gaze sweep over her.
"You used to" Hannibal goaded, as she could feel his breath on her cheek.
"That was before I knew what you were" Krissy told him, finally looking into his eyes.
"And what would that be?" Hannibal asked, with a look of excitement.
"A liar" Krissy spat out, as Hannibal looked down to where she was still gripping the fire poker.
"I'm sorry you feel that way, Krissy" Hannibal soothed, reaching out to brush his fingers down her arm, featherlight.
She was instantly brought back to being in the hospital, after her fight with Tobias, and how Hannibal had touched her in the same way, despite denying it soon after. She knew her memory had been right.
"You did visit me in the hospital" She mumbled, slightly breathless.
"A small, white lie" Hannibal replied, continuing to stroke her arm slowly.
"What did you say to me?" Krissy asked, feeling as though she was stuck in a trance.
"Jūs taip gerai padarėte" Hannibal answered, his accent thick, as his other arm reached out to grip the counter, practically pinning her against it.
"And what does that mean?" Krissy insisted.
"You have done so well" Hannibal said truthfully, a smile playing on his lips.
"…You wanted me to fight Tobias" Krissy realised, with wide blue eyes.
"I wanted you to kill Tobias" Hannibal clarified.
Shock fell over her face for a moment, surprised by his blunt words, but it morphed into anger almost immediately. Hannibal could feel how her arm tensed under his fingers, as she went to raise the fire poker. Before she could get very far, Hannibal managed to pin both her wrists against the counter, applying a small amount of pressure. The fire poker clumsily fell from her palm, as Krissy gulped, her heart beating rapidly in her chest. Fear bubbled up inside of her, terrified of what the older man would do next. Krissy could tell he was holding back...but what of exactly, she wasn't sure. Her hands were tense, but she didn't push him away, the touch starved part of her couldn't bear it. His bold presence seemed to swallow her whole.
"Please take your hands off me" Krissy exclaimed, in a shaky voice.
Hannibal immediately did as he was told, even taking a step back, allowing Krissy to catch her breath. She had hoped his good manners would dissuade him from doing whatever he had been planning. Hannibal seemed a little disappointed in her reaction, having been given a glimpse past his person suit.
"I'm not my brother" Krissy spat out, as Hannibal tilted his head.
"No. You are a far more complex, intriguing creature" Hannibal smiled at her.
"…You killed Franklyn" Krissy suggested, hoping she sounded more confident than she felt.
"Franklyn was responsible for his own actions. We all are" Hannibal responded, as Krissy's eyes snapped up to his.
"Franklyn didn't snap his own neck" Krissy insisted.
"Nor did the woman whom you butchered in the pool" Hannibal challenged, watching her jaw tense.
"I'm not like you" Krissy exclaimed.
"We are far similar than either of us would like to admit. There is a great deal of understanding we could offer each other" Hannibal went on.
"If we're so similar then you should know I'm going to tell my Dad what I know" Krissy threatened, as Hannibal straightened out his tie.
"Your father would not believe you," Hannibal told her, making her frown.
"And why's that?" Krissy inquired, crossing her arms.
"He has been made aware of your dependence on Lorazepam. By throwing your theories and accusations around, this will only give more weight to the idea in his mind that you have become unstable. In which case, I would suggest to him taking a sample of your blood. Thus, giving him the evidence of his daughter's troubling addiction" Hannibal explained, as a look of disbelief grew on Krissy's face.
"Which you've fuelled! What will he think when I give him an incorrectly dosed bottle of Lorazepam with your name on it" Krissy hissed, as Hannibal walked over to the sink.
"Would that be this bottle?" Hannibal questioned, pulling the exact object out of his jacket pocket.
Before she could react he unscrewed the cap and threw the contents down the sink, watching most of them clatter down the drain. He turned the tap on, in an attempt to push the others down the sink, as Krissy lunged forward. She shoved him out of the way, but by then there were only a few soggy tablets left, and she wasn't about to give him the satisfaction of watching her pawing at them.
"Who is it that you've been hallucinating? Your brother, perhaps?" Hannibal asked, coming to stand behind her.
"Don't—" Krissy began, with a shake of her head.
"Do you think he would believe your ramblings?" Hannibal went on, watching her shoulders tense.
"You are well and truly on your own, Krissy…soon I will be all you have" Hannibal told her, as she felt tears welling in her eyes.
He could hear the click of her teeth, as she clamped her mouth down so hard it had to hurt. Krissy whipped around to him, her blue eyes burning with anger. Her gaze flickered behind him for a moment, as he heard the dogs begin to bark, but was distracted when she grabbed his hand, pulling his palm up to touch her face. Hannibal's tongue darted out to wet his lips, as he felt the soft skin of her cheek below his fingertips. Krissy's grip became tight over his fingers a second later, a smirk twitching over her lips. Suddenly she curled his fingers and dragged them over her cheek, roughly. Hannibal jerked backwards feeling blood coat his fingernails, his forehead wrinkling in confusion. The smirk quickly fell from Krissy's face, instantly replaced with shock, as her mouth hung open. She clutched at her now bleeding cheek, as Hannibal heard a creaking sound from behind him.
"Krissy?" A familiar voice called out, as everything became clear to Hannibal.
"Will!" Krissy cried, running over to the man, whose eyes were filled with concern.
"What happened?" Will questioned, reaching out to touch her cheek.
"I told him he needed to take a step back from his therapy with you, that he was getting too involved and he just…lashed out" Krissy exclaimed, gripping onto Will's shoulders.
Will's eyes snapped over to Hannibal's, shock clear behind them, as they dropped to Hannibal's fingers. He could see the red smudged underneath his nails, and that seemed to be all he needed to know.
"Will…" Hannibal began, taking a step forward.
"I would like you to leave my house. Now, Hannibal" Will insisted, his voice firm.
With a curt nod, Hannibal marched towards the front door, turning to give Krissy one last look. She was looking over her shoulder, frowning when she saw a genuine smile on Hannibal's face, his canine's flashing.
"Exceptional" Hannibal mumbled, before opening the door and stepping out into the cold air.
He knew it then. Krissy was the teacup that had the potential to gather itself up again. She just needed one more final push. Once she was shattered, Will would surely follow.
"What are you doing?" Will frowned, when he caught Krissy packing his things into a duffel bag less than an hour later.
"Packing you an overnight bag. You have way too many white shirts by the way" Krissy scoffed, stuffing the clothes into the bag.
"And where is it I'm going?" Will queried.
"The hospital. We need to find out what's going on with you" Krissy insisted, as Will came to sit on his bed.
"What if…it's just me? What if it's all in my head?" Will suggested, as Krissy's eyes softened.
"Then we'll figure it out. Together" Krissy stated, walking over to kneel in front of him, taking his hands in hers.
"I…I feel like somebody else, Krissy. Like someone's got inside my head and...moved all the furniture around" Will mumbled, close to tears.
"Maybe they have" Krissy sighed, squeezing his hands.
"I don't know what's real and what's not anymore" Will cried, sweating profusely.
"We're real, Will. You and me. And we're going to be okay. I promise" Krissy insisted, leaning forward to press a soft kiss to his lips.
"…Why did you lie?" Will asked, pulling away, reaching out to touch her cheek, gently.
"What?" Krissy frowned, as he rubbed his fingers over the scratches.
"Hannibal didn't hit you. The scratches are too deep for that" Will told her, as she let out a long sigh.
"Your too smart for your own good, Graham" Krissy mumbled, a small smile on her lips.
"What's going on between you two?" Will couldn't help but ask.
"I…I don't think Hannibal wants the best for any of us anymore. He's dangerous" Krissy explained.
"Aren't we all?" Will pointed out.
"I think he's been playing us, Will—" Krissy began, but Will stopped her.
"He's our friend. He cares about us. I've seen it" Will argued, as Krissy bit her lip.
"He cares a little too much" Krissy exclaimed, pushing herself to her feet.
"I'm going to the Bureau. You finish up here and I'll drive you to the hospital in a couple of hours" Krissy informed him, as Will gave her a questioning look.
"Why are you going there?" Will frowned.
"I need to speak to Beverley. Stay here" Krissy insisted, grabbing her jacket.
"I could come with you" Will suggested, standing up, shakily, his legs trembling.
"No. You need to rest. Don't pick up the phone. Just…wait for me, okay?" Krissy all but pleaded, walking back over to him, as Will slowly nodded.
"Will, I…" Krissy trailed off, losing her nerve, the words she really wanted to say going unspoken.
"I'll be back soon" Krissy finished, leaning in to kiss his lips, letting their foreheads touch before pulling away, knowing she had to leave.
"Krissy, you can't just ask me to do something without telling me why" Beverley complained, as they walked through the long corridors of the Bureau.
"I'll buy you a beer?" Krissy suggested, as Beverley rolled her eyes.
"Okay…two beers?" Krissy went on, making the older woman snigger.
"There's no need to gather samples from Franklyn. Tobias killed him, that's it" Beverley pointed out.
"Well theoretically…what if he didn't?" Krissy questioned, as Beverley came to a halt.
"Is this one of your theories?" Beverley guessed, pinching the bridge of your nose.
"Maybe" Krissy shrugged.
"You and Will are perfect for each other, I swear…your both just as confusing as each other" Beverley complained, making Krissy smile.
"I'm going to take that as a compliment" Krissy replied.
"According to this hunch of yours, Tobias isn't the killer…so, then who is?" Beverley frowned, squinting at the younger girl.
"Trust me, Bev. The less you know the better…and keep this to yourself, yeah? No one can know about this" Krissy insisted.
"Why do you—" Beverley was cut off by a deep voice from behind the pair.
"I hope you're not pestering Beverley for details on Gideon's escape" Jack announced, as the two women gave each other a look.
"I've got slightly bigger problems right now, Dad" Krissy mumbled, under her breath.
"We need to talk Krissy. In private" Jack exclaimed, raising an eyebrow at Beverley, who held her hands up in surrender and quickly turned on her heel.
"If this is about what Hannibal told you—" Krissy began, as Jack ushered her over to an empty office, not wanting anyone to hear what they were talking about.
"Is it true? Are you on drugs?" Jack hissed, angrily.
"No! Jesus, have you heard yourself?" Krissy scoffed, as Jack closed the blinds to the office.
"So, you haven't been taking too much Lorazepam?" Jack questioned, as Krissy's jaw clicked.
"…I have been taking the exact dose that Hannibal gave me" Krissy retorted.
"What is that supposed to mean?" Jack frowned.
"He's been giving me the wrong dosage—" Krissy started, but her father quickly cut her off.
"He said he found other medications at Will's house. One's he didn't prescribe" Jack sighed, running a hand over his face.
"That's bullshit! He…there aren't…" Krissy stuttered, with wide eyes.
Was it possible that Hannibal had planted the medications in question at the house when she had caught him in the kitchen? To find her bottle of Lorazepam, he must have gone into her bedroom? What else could he have put there? The idea of having him pawing through her things caused a shiver to go down her spine.
"You haven't been yourself recently. I'm worried about you, Krissy" Jack told her, as she grit her teeth.
"I'm not the problem here, Dad!" Krissy yelled.
"What is then?" Jack replied, trying to calm the situation.
"Hannibal! He's manipulating you! Just like he's been doing with Will, with me…with everyone!" Krissy insisted, practically shaking now.
"He said you would be like this…Hannibal is trying to help you, Krissy. He's your friend" Jack sighed, with a shake of his head.
"And we can all see how much he cares about his friends, huh? Someone he's known for over twenty years was just brutally murdered and he doesn't even twitch?! How the fuck is that normal?" Krissy explained.
"Don't try to change the subject" Jack told her, firmly.
"Dad, I need you to have my back right now. I need you to believe me when I say that there is something very wrong with Hannibal Lecter" Krissy all but begged, taking a step closer to him.
"…Have you been hallucinating?" Jack asked, as Krissy raised her hands out in exasperation.
"What the fuck does that have to do with anything?!" Krissy shouted, losing her cool.
"Is it true?" Jack retorted, his lips drawn in a firm line.
"…Yes. Okay, I have but that's…that's not what this is! You just don't see it like I do" Krissy argued.
"You need help, Krissy. Let me help you. We can get you on a program—" Jack began, as she stopped him with a wave of her hand.
"No! No, I'm not going to hold my tongue. I'm not gonna' be silenced. Not this time" Krissy exclaimed, shoving past him.
"Where are you going?" Jack called after her.
"To get some answers" Krissy muttered, ripping the door open and storming into the hallway.
Once she turned the corner, she looked down at her palm, and the badge she had swiped from Jack as she had pushed past him. If no one was going to listen to her, she'd have to find a way to prove it to them.
Author's Notes: I hope you all enjoyed this chapter! Things are going to get very intense in the next update, expect some violence! Please leave a review:)
BaDWolF89: I couldn't put it better myself, haha. I hope you like the update:)
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Crossbows-and-moonshine: Aw, thank you:) I have some great ideas for this story, so watch this space! Enjoy the update.