Chapter 2
Disclaimer: Since my friend is so busy in college, I have taken the liberty to write this chapter as well. I hope you all like this chapter and please read and review. Also in this Hannibal isn't coming till the next chapter. I know that this chapter is short but I felt bad about not writing anything so I decided to push this out. Enjoy!
"You're late." Was the first thing Lark heard when she entered Dr. Frederick Chilton's office.
"That was my fault." Graham said.
Chilton did take his eyes off of Lark though. That is until he saw Abigail.
"What's this about?" Chilton asked with a wave in Abigail's direction. Treating her like an insects.
"This is Abigail Finch. She is a part of out internship." Graham answered.
Dr. Frederick Chilton gave a slight nod. "Let me rephrase the question, What the hell is she doing here?"
"Like Graham has said, she is a part of our inter--"
"I don't want to hear it….get her out."
Graham was about to say something when, Lark took a step forward. "If she doesn't go, I don't go."
There was a silence. Graham was holding his breath while Dr. Frederick Chilton was staring at Lark as if she had transformed into Hannibal Lector himself. A feeling she didn't very much appreciate.
Then Chilton did the most, "out there" thing. He smiled. The bastard actually smiled.
"Sure." He began. "I guess I can give this girl a lesson." Chilton began.
"Actually we'll be giving the lessons." Graham said in a somewhat protective tone.
It was strange, for some reason, Abigail felt as if Graham were her father. It made Abigail feed safe…secure and at this time, that was what she needed to most.
"Well, if we aren't entirely through wasting my time, I believe you have a maniac to analyze." Chilton said with a sarcastic smile. He them picked up the phone and said, "They're here, get him ready."
Chilton then, hung up the phone, gave the three one last look and left the room. Leaving them.
"I get the distinct feeling that, that man doesn't like you." Abigail said to try and break the ice.
"You'd be right. As a matter of fact the doctor doesn't like anyone but himself."
Abigail let out a nervous laugh. "So….What are going to do?" She asked finally.
"Basically we're going to ask him questions and you are going to analyze, see what we do you know?" Lark said.
"You want me to analyze Dr. Hannibal Lector?" Abigail asked in disbelief.
"Of course not." Graham answered with a slight chuckle. We want you to analyze us.
"I'm not sure I follow." Abigail said more confused than she had been in her entire life.
"We've seen your record. We know that you are special." Graham said. "I know some psyc's who WISH they could analyze minds the way you do."
Feeling her face turn red she turned to Lark who was not the least bit happy.
"I still can't believe I am doing this bull shit!" After a pause they hears a man from beyond the door.
"He's ready."
Abigail looked at Lark, Lark looked at Graham, Graham looked at Lark and then to Abigail.
"Fuck it." Lark said. He they opened the door headed out to meet her nightmares dead on.