A/N: Hey everyone! I apologise for the recent hiatus with this story, but I've had a lot going on in my personal life and I was losing motivation for this story. Hopefully, this chapter will live up to expectations, let me know what you guys think:)
"Self-defence? You sliced a man's neck open" The FBI agent stated, all but glaring at Krissy across the table.
"Should I have waited for the FBI to save me? What's the waiting time on that these days, 3-5 working years?" Krissy scoffed, noticing the look her lawyer gave from beside her.
"Do you think this is a joke? A man's dead!" The FBI agent insisted.
"And a killer's been stopped" Krissy retorted, watching the man's jaw clench.
"One's still free" The FBI agent spat out.
"That's enough, Agent Scott. My client has already been cleared by the police, we are here on a formality and you would do well to remember that" Krissy's lawyer explained.
"...Let's go over why you were at the pool" The agent muttered, straightening his tie as he tried to compose himself.
"After speaking to Will Graham and Frederick Chilton I had grown suspicious that Hannibal's life might have been in danger-" Krissy began, but the agent was quick to cut her off.
"And you didn't think to call the police with these concerns?" Agent Scott huffed.
"I think my opinion on law enforcement is pretty clear. Besides, I had no evidence. Just a hunch" Krissy exclaimed.
"CCTV cameras show that you and Matthew Brown spoke for over seven minutes before your father arrived. What did you talk about?" Agent Scott inquired, as Krissy tensed for a moment.
She was thrown into a panic, wondering if there had been cameras that had seen her killing Matthew, but she soon reasoned that if they had she would probably be in handcuffs. Her story didn't exactly match up with true events. She knew Hannibal was corroborating her story, after all, he didn't want her behind bars any more than she did.
"The weather" Krissy shrugged, as Agent Scott grit his teeth.
"By your own admission, you were aware that Matthew Brown was dangerous. Yet, you went after him with no backup all to save your...friend? What is exactly is your relationship with Hannibal Lecter?" Agent Scott asked, as Krissy's eyes snapped up to his.
"As you said, he's a friend" Krissy mumbled, crossing her arms over her chest.
"I hear you stayed in his hospital room the entire night. That sounds more than friendly to me" Agent Scott pushed.
"I don't see what this has to do with the case, Agent" Krissy's lawyer spoke up.
"It just seems strange to me that after being kidnapped and held captive for over a year, you would be so ready to jump into bed with your therapist" Agent Scott accused, as Krissy huffed out a laugh.
"Are you victim blaming right now, Agent? How unprofessional" Krissy rolled her eyes.
"That wasn't a denial" Agent Scott pointed out, earning a glare in response.
"Am I being charged?" Krissy questioned, in a harsh tone.
"...We don't have any evidence that you have-" Agent Scott began, but was quickly cut off as Krissy pushed herself to her feet.
"Then this interview is over. Why don't you stop taking up my time and actually find my kidnapper?" Krissy spat out, storming over to the interview room door and ripping it open.
She hoped for the FBI Agent's sake he would do just that, or she had a feeling he would soon find himself in hot water. In the metaphorical and literal sense. If he could begin to make the connections between her growing relationship with Hannibal and her kidnapping, then how long before other people did? She was running out of time. They both were. Krissy all but groaned when she found her father waiting outside the door, his arms crossed over his chest, lips pursed. He must have been listening in from the viewing room.
"Krissy, you can't just walk out of an interview like that" Jack scolded her, as she continued to walk away.
"Huh...looks like I just did" Krissy shrugged, as Jack gave her a look of disbelief.
"It makes you look guilty" Jack insisted.
"I am guilty. I killed that man...and I'm glad I did" Krissy confessed, surprising herself with her words.
"No. You don't mean that. This isn't you" Jack shook his head.
"Maybe it's the new me. The better me. The one who isn't going to let people push them around and hurt them anymore" Krissy explained, a fire growing behind her eyes.
"I think you need to speak to someone. A professional" Jack suggested, as Krissy couldn't stop the harsh laugh that left her lips.
"I appreciate the sentiment, but I've had enough of therapists for a lifetime" Krissy huffed, beginning to walk down the corridor again.
"...Was there any truth in what he said in there? What's going on between you and Hannibal?" Jack pushed, quick on his daughter's heels.
"He's my friend. Isn't that what you said before I was taken?" Krissy retorted.
"I didn't listen then, I know. But I'm listening now, Krissy" Jack told her, growing desperate.
"It's too late" Krissy muttered.
"You told me that Hannibal was manipulating you, drugging you...are you saying now that all that was a lie?" Jack went on.
"I was in a bad place, okay? I didn't know what I was saying-" Krissy began, but he soon cut her off.
"And now? You're acting just like you did when I first took you in. These aren't your words. They're the Ripper's. You...you know who it is, don't you?" Jack realised, allowing himself to know the truth for the first time, as Krissy came to a halt.
She turned to face her father, finally meeting his eyes, which seemed to be enough to answer his question. The pieces of the puzzle were slowly slotting into place for him, but it was already too late to act. Her father's life was in danger, and she wasn't about to lose another person she cared about.
"I'm moving out" Krissy announced, watching his mouth go slack.
"...You can't. Where would you go?" Jack pointed out, as Krissy gave a small shrug.
"I'll figure something out. I always do" She mumbled, taking a step back to walk away.
"Krissy, please. You need to be around your family" Jack insisted, with pleading eyes.
"I don't have any family. They're all dead" Krissy replied, causing Jack to flinch.
She could see the hurt on his face, wanting to take back her words, but it was what he needed to hear. He had to stay away from her. Or sooner or later, he would end up on Hannibal's dinner table.
Krissy's fingers nervously tapped against the cold metal table in front of her, as she waited for Will to enter the 'privacy room'. She supposed she should have felt scared, after all, Will had tried to kill someone a few days prior. But any doubts she had about his character were quickly dispelled when she remembered who it was he wanted to kill and why. She couldn't imagine what the last year must have been like for him, how lonely he must have been. She was brought out of her thoughts a second later, as Will entered the room, offering her a shy smile as he came to sit opposite her, eyes never leaving hers as he was handcuffed to the table. She waited until the guard accompanying him had left to speak.
"He's alive" She announced, as Will's eyes fluttered shut, too many emotions to count flickering over his face.
The clearest one was disappointment. But it was obvious he was conflicted with her admission; did he really want Hannibal dead? Or was he just that angry?
"How?" Will asked, in a sullen tone.
"I stopped Matthew Brown. I killed him. And I saved Hannibal" She confessed, as Will nodded slowly, as if he had expected her answer.
"Do you feel better for it?" Will sighed.
"...No. I...I don't feel things in the same way I used to" She admitted, as Will's eyes softened.
"That makes two of us" He mumbled.
"I'm sorry. I know this isn't the...outcome you wanted" Krissy stated.
"You can speak freely in here. The privacy room is the only room in the whole building Chilton legally isn't allowed to record. Nothing would ever stand up in court" Will explained, as words soon came spilling from her mouth.
"Do you really want Hannibal dead so badly?" She couldn't help but ask.
"This was never about killing Hannibal. It was about saving you" Will confessed, watching her eyes widen.
"I'm fine" She retorted.
"You're broken. And Hannibal is putting you back together with pieces of himself" Will warned, as Krissy mulled over his words.
"...I'm tired of being a shattered person, Will. I don't want to keep fighting myself...or my feelings" Krissy explained, as Will dropped his gaze to the floor.
"You care for him?" Will questioned, as she slowly nodded.
"I can't help myself" She admitted, surprised when Will reached across the table and placed his palm over her hand.
"Krissy. If you follow down this road...he will kill you" Will warned, with pleading eyes.
"I'm not running, Will. I don't...I can't leave" Krissy replied.
"You didn't save Hannibal from me, did you? You saved him for yourself" Will realised, pulling his hand away, with a devastated expression.
"I've made promises to him. And to you. I'll get you out of here, whatever it takes" Krissy insisted, as Will shook his head, vehemently.
"Don't think you can play on Hannibal Lecter's emotions. He doesn't have any" Will stated.
"...Maybe I know him better than you do" Krissy mumbled, as Will ran a hand through his hair.
"Were you always this stubborn?" Will sighed, as Krissy's lips twitched into a smile.
"Guess I get it from my dad" Krissy exclaimed, as Will couldn't help but huff out a laugh.
"I'm sorry, Will. For hurting you, for all of this. It was never what I wanted. I...I understand if you hate me" She explained, as Will gave her a sad smile.
"I don't think that's possible" Will answered.
She remembered well how he had said those exact words before their first kiss, and from the look, he was giving her, he remembered too. She moved to place her own hand over his this time, holding on tightly. She wouldn't let him spend another night in his jail cell, she decided at that moment. She wanted Will safe. And if that meant away from her, then so be it.
Krissy's good mood instantly vanished the second she saw Frederick limping towards her, his expensive cane clutched in his hand. She refrained from rolling her eyes and waited for him to speak first. The way he looked at her would always make her feel uncomfortable. Like she was some tasty treat he couldn't wait to try.
"For someone so smart, you are rather predictable, Miss Crawford" Frederick pointed out, gesturing to Will who was being led away by a guard.
"I know the concept of having friends must be difficult for you to understand, Frederick" Krissy muttered, with a self-satisfied smile.
"Is Will Graham only a friend now? I wonder, who is it that now has your affections?" Frederick grinned.
"Certainly not you" Krissy scoffed, as she went to push past him, but his hand was quick to grab her wrist.
"We made a deal if you remember. A therapy session. One on one" Frederick explained, as Krissy grit her teeth.
"Let go of me" Krissy insisted.
"On your way to let Hannibal put you back together?" Frederick questioned, feeling how she went still beside him.
"And here I was thinking you might have changed your practice after being gutted" Krissy spat out, ripping her wrist away from his hold.
He must have been listening to her conversation with Will. Of course, he had. The man was practically obsessed with their web of lies and murder. But what did he plan to do with what he knew?
"You seem angry. Why don't we discuss this in therapy?" Frederick went on.
"Right. So, you can record more of my conversations?" Krissy goaded.
"Fine. We can discuss it out here in the open. Fear not, there are no cameras or microphones. You are free to say exactly how you are really feeling" Frederick informed her, as Krissy's eyes flickered around the corridor, finding he was right, there was no camera in sight.
A smirk slowly grew on Krissy's lips, something which seemed to disturb Frederick from the scowl that he wore. All of a sudden, Krissy was striking herself in the face, letting out a loud scream as she did so. Frederick stumbled back a step, his frown deepening as she looked at him with a shocked expression, her cheek growing red.
"Stay away from me!" Krissy cried, as he heard orderlies rushing towards them.
As her plan slowly dawned on the older man, he shook his head, realising he had once again been outsmarted. Krissy was clutching at her stinging cheek when the orderlies arrived at her side, confusion etched over their features.
"What happened?" A male orderly asked.
"Have you been following me? Watching me? What the fuck is wrong with you?" Krissy yelled, lunging at him, only for the orderly to step in between the two.
"I don't know what you're talking about" Frederick insisted, knowing how the scene must have looked.
"Did you hit her?" A female orderly hissed in his ear.
"No!" Frederick cried.
"It wouldn't be the first time you got...physical with a patient" The male orderly muttered to himself, as Frederick gave him a look of disbelief.
"She is not a patient! She...she is a liar-" Frederick stuttered over his words, as Krissy shoved past him.
"Fuck you" She muttered, storming down the corridor.
The male orderly was quick to rush after her, buzzing her through the door as she spared one last glance at Chilton. The man practically seethed as she gave a split-second wink, which would have likely looked like a twitch to anyone else. Hannibal would be pleased to know his plan was falling into place.
Hannibal arrived back to his home with both arms full of food for his upcoming dinner party, minus the most important ingredients. He doubted he could walk through the streets with such items under his arm. He placed his groceries on the kitchen counter, walking toward the fridge when he heard a sound coming from his bathroom. With calculated steps, he made his way towards the noise, hearing a splash of water as he pushed the door open. He had left Alana in his house some hours before, but he hadn't been expecting her to stay. Forcing a smile onto his face, he expected to see her warm eyes staring back at him, but come to a halt when he saw a different figure in his bathtub. Krissy watched with a slight smirk as Hannibal's mouth went slack, having surprised the older man for once. She leaned back further in the tub, as Hannibal attempted to compose himself, his words returning to him.
"This is a surprise" Hannibal stated, slowly approaching her.
"A pleasant one?" Krissy asked, quirking an eyebrow.
"Very" Hannibal replied, as he stalked towards her, sitting down on the edge of the tub.
Hannibal had spent the last year enjoying putting her in vulnerable positions, but seeing her openly offering herself to him, she knew it would be hard for him to resist.
"Aren't you going to ask how I got in?" Krissy suggested, as a sly smirk grew on his lips.
"I assumed the open window in the guest room" Hannibal answered, as she shook her head with a fond smile.
"So, you were expecting me then?" Krissy exclaimed.
"Yes, but not in this...attire" Hannibal answered, allowing his eyes to roam over her body scantily hidden by the soapy water.
"Hmm, I don't think I've ever seen you speechless before" Krissy grinned, thinking of how his mouth had hung agape as he had entered the room.
"You seem to have that effect," Hannibal told her, leaning down to trace his finger over her jawline.
"I've put the plan into action. It shouldn't be long before everyone starts to have their doubts about dear Doctor Chilton" Krissy explained.
"I expect it will be a rather amusing affair tomorrow night if that is the case" Hannibal suggested, making her frown.
"What happens tomorrow night?" She questioned, leaning forward.
"I am preparing a dinner party. In your honour, of course" Hannibal told her.
"You've been killing then?" Krissy muttered, her tone becoming bitter in an instant.
The same guilt and revulsion hit her as it always did when she remembered exactly what Hannibal was. As much as she tried, it was hard to understand how the man in front of her could so easily take another life. How he could see a person as little more than a pig, ready for the slaughter.
"No one who will be missed in society" Hannibal answered, as an idea came to mind.
"...Would you like to choose?" He questioned, as her eyes snapped up to his.
"Choose?" She frowned, confused.
"Whenever feasible, one should always try to eat the rude. I would love to see who you would bring to the dinner table" Hannibal explained.
This came as no surprise to Krissy, as she had always known what Hannibal truly wanted from her. To kill together. It would certainly be one way to earn his trust. But she was shaking her head before she knew what she was doing, the idea scaring her too much.
"Why are you killing so soon? This isn't your pattern" Krissy stated, as Hannibal seemed to mull over her words.
"We all have our own ways of coping" Hannibal replied, as she saw an emotion flicker behind his eyes.
"You're upset..." She realised, knowing how rare it was for any sort of feeling to pierce through his human suit.
"I do not enjoy being reminded of my mortality" Hannibal answered, as Krissy's eyes flickered down to his wrists.
She reached out to pull his wrist closer to her, brushing her thumb over the stitches that had closed up the wounds Matthew Brown had given him. That Will had given him. It was more than just his pride that had been wounded, Hannibal felt...betrayed.
"Does it hurt?" Krissy asked, looking up at him, her hand still wrapped around his wrist.
"The physical scars do not" Hannibal told her, watching her eyes soften a little.
A second later, Krissy was leaning forward to press a soft kiss to the wound, her eyes never leaving Hannibal's. A new emotion was growing on his usually frozen features. Hunger. Before she had a chance to react, his hand was wrapping against the nape of her neck, pulling her forward until their lips were just inches away. He seemed to be waiting for her to make the first move, and didn't have to pause for long. Krissy eagerly pressed her lips to his, her own hands reaching up to grab onto his hair, pulling him down further. Goosebumps travelled down her back as she felt his fingers skim down her wet skin, coming to rest on the small of her back. Nipping at his bottom lip with her teeth, Krissy pulled back an inch, blue eyes meeting his hazel ones.
"I want to move in" She mumbled, breathlessly.
"So soon?" Hannibal inquired.
"I told my Dad I was leaving and you've made sure I don't have anyone else to turn to. You've got me all to yourself" Krissy exclaimed, as Hannibal's lips twitched into a smile at her words.
"And in return?" Hannibal pushed.
"You keep my Dad out of your games. He's off-limits" Krissy insisted, as Hannibal pursed his lips.
"Jack is my friend" Hannibal retorted, as she quirked an eyebrow
"You don't have friends, Hannibal. You have chess pieces" Krissy pointed out.
"He has provided an excellent cover" Hannibal went on, as Krissy tightened her hold on his hair, tugging a little.
"You don't need him anymore. Not now you have me" Krissy stated.
"And do I? Have you?" Hannibal asked, bringing his fingers down to tilt her chin up.
"I wouldn't be here if you didn't" Krissy replied, as Hannibal leant down to press a softer kiss to her lips.
"I have already had the guest room made up for you" Hannibal informed her, as she let out a huff of laughter.
"Am I really so predictable?" She scoffed.
"Only to me" Hannibal answered, fondly.
Later that evening, Krissy and Hannibal were busy bringing her possessions into his home, some new and some old. She had decided she didn't need anything from Jack's house. That was her old life. She had no time to dwell on the past anymore. He had brought some of her possessions from the other house, but he hadn't allowed her inside. She was desperate to see Beverley, to make sure she was still alive, but she also knew not to push Hannibal. She was picking up a box from the boot of Hannibal's car when a familiar red-head came into view, making Krissy's jaw clench. Freddie Lounds.
"Krissy Crawford. Now, you are a difficult woman to find" Freddie announced, as Krissy gave her a forced smile.
"Perhaps that's a hint that I'm not supposed to be found, Miss Lounds" Krissy muttered, turning her back on the journalist.
"Surely you want your story to be told. I've heard it can be quite therapeutic" Freddie continued.
"I'm so touched by your concern for my well-being" Krissy rolled her eyes, in a sarcastic tone.
"I assure you my motives are pure. Mostly" Freddie informed her, coming to stand next to the brunette.
"It may make your scars heal quicker" Freddie insisted, eyeing the edges of the wound that could be seen just below her collarbone.
"My patience is beginning to wear thin, Miss Lounds" Krissy muttered, pulling her shirt further over her shoulder.
"The article on your...kidnapping will be written with or without you. I merely wanted some feedback on the title" Freddie stated, but gained no answer in response.
"I was thinking 'Nurse miraculously escapes from murderous kidnapper'..." Freddie trailed off, watching Krissy's reaction with intent.
"No? How about 'Chesapeake Ripper's sex slave moves in with her therapist'?" Freddie suggested, as Krissy's eyes snapped to hers.
"It appears you are just as deluded as I was told" Krissy muttered, through clenched teeth.
"It's not a delusion if it's true. And from the pictures I had acquired after you escaped, I expect my readers would agree" Freddie explained.
"What pictures?" Krissy questioned, as the red-head pulled out her phone.
Her mouth went slack when she saw the photos of her injuries coming up on the screen, as Freddie zoomed in on the pictures of her neck, and the bite marks Hannibal had left there nights ago. Krissy grimaced as Freddie continued to scroll through the pictures of cuts, bruises and other wounds that marred her skin. Her dignity had only been maintained by a thin sheet of paper, which was almost as transparent as the pale colour of her skin. It was a jarring image to see.
"Your article will get pulled in five minutes if you post those" Krissy exclaimed, as Freddie shrugged.
"Five minutes is all the internet needs" Freddie grinned.
"This conversation is over, but you'll certainly be hearing from my lawyer" Krissy muttered, slamming the trunk of the car closed.
"Fine. I'm sure my readers will enjoy hearing how the Chesapeake Ripper took a bite out of you. I imagine it didn't take much persuasion...they always say childhood trauma makes people so eager to please-" Freddie began, flinching when Krissy whipped around, looking ready to lunge at her.
Suddenly, there was a strong arm wrapped around her waist, hauling her away from the alarmed redhead. Krissy didn't have to look up to know it was Hannibal holding her back, his scent had become unmistakable to her now. Her anger slowly started to seep away, as his steady breaths against the crown of her head brought her to her senses. Attacking a journalist on the street wouldn't have been her smartest idea.
"I would suggest you leave now, Miss Lounds" Hannibal warned, as she stumbled backwards a step, before placing her phone into her pocket with shaky hands and rushing away.
"Calm yourself" Hannibal soothed, brushing his free hand through her hair.
"...She has pictures, Hannibal. She knows-" Krissy began, but Hannibal quickly cut her off.
"Miss Lounds fingers could be served to our guests tomorrow night. If that is what you wish?" Hannibal suggested, feeling how Krissy tensed against him.
"I can't kill everyone who pisses me off" Krissy mumbled.
"You could try" Hannibal stated, as an amused sound left her lips, realising Hannibal's arm was still wrapped around her waist.
"She'll have noticed that" Krissy pointed out, reaching down to place her hand over his.
"Good" Hannibal smiled, the gesture almost reaching his eyes.
The next night came around quickly, and soon enough Hannibal's house was filled with excited voices and music. Krissy was wearing a dress picked out by the host, a silky light blue dress that finished mid-thigh and left her entire back exposed. As a compromise, she wore small heels, the same colour as the dress, an almost translucent colour. She stayed by Hannibal's side the entire night, not that he would have allowed her to stray very far. His hand stayed possessively on her back, his palm touching the bare skin of her back, a warm presence. She had kept her makeup minimal, her hands too shaky to dare to wear eyeliner. Despite how it was her own decision to move in with the older man, she found fear creeping in. Would she soon find herself locked in the basement? Or worse yet, what if Hannibal became bored with her?
She was brought out of her thoughts as Hannibal passed her a glass of champagne, nodding to a couple that passed them. He had kept his social interactions to a minimum that night, his attention kept solely on Krissy. She took a sip of the champagne, enjoying the way it burnt down her throat, helping bring her back to reality.
"You have been quiet this evening" Hannibal stated.
"I was thinking about Will. How he's still locked away" Krissy admitted, with downcast eyes.
"Not for long. Abel Gideon has come home and soon so will our mutual friend" Hannibal divulged.
"I'm glad to hear it" Krissy grinned, clinking their glasses together.
"That is not all that is on your mind?" Hannibal guessed.
"I'm not used to being around so many people" Krissy pointed out, taking another sip of her drink.
"Would you like to leave?" Hannibal asked, tracing his fingers down her back in a soothing gesture.
"I'll be fine..." Krissy began, but trailed off when she spotted Alana Bloom walking toward them.
"Perhaps I spoke too soon" Krissy murmured, finishing her champagne quickly.
"Hannibal...Krissy. I'm surprised to see you here. Jack told me you moved out yesterday" Alana announced.
"Hannibal has been kind enough to offer me a place to stay for the time being" Krissy explained, as Alana's forehead wrinkled.
"That doesn't seem very appropriate" Alana pointed out, clearly taken aback.
"I wasn't aware Hannibal needed your permission" Krissy retorted, as the older woman's jaw clenched.
"Could I speak with you in private?" Alana asked, turning to Hannibal.
"Anything you wish to say to me can be said in front of Krissy" Hannibal informed her.
"...I was under the impression that we...well, that I might..." Alana stuttered over her words.
"I am afraid Krissy will be in need of my full attention in the coming weeks, Alana. I am sure you can understand this" Hannibal explained, moving his hand to rest on Krissy's hip.
"If people hear that she has moved in with you, they may get the wrong idea" Alana stated.
"Which is?" Krissy scoffed, as Hannibal's hand tightened on her hip, the movement seen by Alana.
"She's been through a trauma, Hannibal. She won't be thinking straight-" Alana began, as Krissy cut her off.
"So, I should let the likes of you speak for me?" Krissy huffed.
"If you did listen to me, perhaps you wouldn't have spent the last year in captivity" Alana retorted, watching Krissy's jaw clench.
"Alana. I will forgive your lapse in manners as misguided anger due to my own transgressions. I apologise if I made you believe our relations had a deeper meaning. They were enjoyable but always meant to be short-lived" Hannibal explained, his words cutting like a knife through the air.
"And you see something long term here?" Alana muttered, gesturing to the pair.
"I don't believe either of us has asked for your opinion, Doctor Bloom" Krissy told her, as Alana shook her head.
"You'll eat each other alive. Anyone can see that" Alana spat out, before turning on her heel and hurrying away, the hurt clear in her voice.
"...Well, that could have gone better" Krissy murmured, a few seconds later.
"Would you have rather we kept this affair a secret?" Hannibal asked, as Krissy quirked an eyebrow.
"Affair? That's a very bold word" Krissy pointed out, as Hannibal reached down with his free hand to pull something out of his pocket.
"I was always taught from a young age to put a grain of boldness into everything I do" Hannibal answered, reaching for her hand and placing something cold into her palm.
She was surprised when she looked down to find a key, quickly putting two and two together. A key to his house. A way in, and more importantly, a way out. A new definition to their convoluted relationship.
"You were taught well" Krissy smirked, before leaning forward to press a soft kiss to his cheek.
When she pulled away, she saw the fondness in Hannibal's eyes, causing a smile to grow on her lips. It felt strange to feel so content around the man she was so afraid of not long ago, but somehow right at the same time. Like it was meant to be.
"Krissy?" A familiar voice called out to her, as she whipped around to see Jack standing a few metres away, a stunned expression on his face.
Fuck.