DISCLAIMER: The character and the original plot belong to the works of Thomas Harris: "The Red Dragon", "The Silence of the Lambs", "Hannibal" "Hannibal: Rising" and adapted to television series by Bryan Fuller, "Hannibal" (2013-2015) broadcast on the NBC television network. Except for the OC (Original Characters) all of those come from my imagination.

Notes:

This is my first attempt by a fanfic about the series, I know the story of Dr. Lecter, through the movies, and I am reading the books; and the day that encourages me to watch the series, I was amazed at the program and the performances -not to mention Mikkelsen and Dancy-. I fell in love so much, it inspired me, and now I ventured into danger with this idea that occurred to me. How beautiful it is to be a Fannibal «3

Clarifications:

* This Fanfic is based on the series, therefore, Clarice Starling will not exist.
* Although it is a fanfic of the series, there will be references, details and others to books and / or movies.
* Sorry, it is NOT a Hannigram fic. ¯ \ _ (ツ) _ / ¯
* The fanfic contains serious, strong and / or sensitive themes. Not suitable for people under 18 years. Discretion is advised.
* The chronology was altered. This implies that the age of the characters and events are affected for the benefit of the fanfic plot.
* There are OC (Characters that are of my invention) if they are not to your liking, no problem if you do not want to read.
* Forgive me my awkward English, no birth language. I really want to share my fanfics with people who speak English, so I am doing my best in grammar and all. Feel free and polite to correct me if something is terribly written.
* My fic is also available on (Spanish and English versions).
* Thank you very much for giving my fanfic an opportunity, I hope you enjoy it just as I do in writing it.

"Cause love itself is just as innocent as roses in May, and its pure white, just like sin."
A Love Suicide —Yutaka Minobe.

I. Petite.

1997

Wolf Trap, Virginia.

The little girl was hiding under her bed, hugging her teddy bear with strength and staring at the door of her room. She had no idea what was going on, her mother had woken her up and hid her under the bed. By now, the little one was waiting that mom arrived and tell her she can get out of that place.

The girl was clinging to her teddy bear, and she began to get anxious, she wanted to leave that place, but she had to obey mommy. Without taking her eyes off the door, she could see how it opened abruptly, and her father came to her room. Horrified, the girl tried to get away from the edge, but daddy bent down and looked at his terrified daughter. He stretched his arm to take those soft and little arms. His daughter let out a sharp groan; her eyes covered in tears, and she began to struggle at her father actions. She did not want it to happen again.

Her mother arrived in the room. Her nightgown chest was adorned with several drops of blood and her face covered in tears and bumps. Daddy ignored mommy, and he managed to get her little girl out of her hiding. She looked at her parents, mommy did not stop screaming and trying to get her away from him while daddy held her little wrists tight, making them turn into a pinkish glade. Daddy did not tolerate mommy's scandal, and he raised his free hand to give her a shocking beating to her delicate and porcelain face.

Mommy fell to the floor, making a vibration because of the blow arose. The long coppery hair hidden mommy's face expression and the little girl could not avoid the tears, caused her crying to break the sepulchral silence that had been forged. Daddy looked at his daughter, he released her and pushed her toward the bed, so he approached to his wife and took her form the nightgown straps to get her out of there.

Mommy reacted late, and when she tried to return the blow to her husband, the door to her little girl's room had closed in front of her. Desperate, she took the knob and turned it but, to her terrible surprise, the insurance was on. She hit the wood door and a tormented cry of supplication emerged. Without stopping to knock on the door, she could hear the frightful and desperate crying of his daughter. Mommy did not stop crying and begging that he returned to her, her little girl, but everything was useless until she remembered the gun in the closet.

Will Graham was sitting on the porch of his house watching his three dogs run across the ground as if it were a last walk. Looking at nowhere, his thoughts were elsewhere, in his memories of Garret Jacob-Hobbs. He lost the figure of his home, turning into a gloomy terrain, and in front of him was a rotten corpse with a glassy look and a shirt pierced by bullets and adorned in blood. Will felt anxiety, and he tried for ways to get that body out of his mind, but it was impossible. He shook his head, and now the sweet and young Abigail Hobbs appeared in that place, replacing that horrible body.

She smiled, happy and cheerful for his presence, but Will noticed a stream of blood through the young teen's neck. The happiness on Abigail's face was turning into a heartbreaking plea. Will set out to help her, he wanted to save her, and pressed his hands to her neck, but the blood kept emanating. And the more he avoided it, the more it arose. It was an inexhaustible source. He came back to himself, agitated and frightened, when he noticed how his dogs barked desperately at the distance. Graham get up from the ground, he walked curiously to where his pets were and looked at the place they pointed. He distinguished how a curtain of land lift sharply up thanks to a high-speed vehicle.

At first Will was confused, he saw that the car was approaching its terrain, and worried about his dogs. He took them from their collars and pulled them to the porch at a speed that he did not even know where he emerged from. The car crashed in front of one of the trees and Will was surprised at that scene while his dogs did not stop barking. He released his canines and asked them to remain still, and with no more time to lose, he approached to the place. Upon arriving he could distinguish a coppery hair on the glass, the door swung open and a woman, perhaps his age, collapsed. Will managed to hold her while he heard a desperate cry, he looked up to discover a frightened girl, about six or seven years old, who was in the passenger seat. The despair emerged to Will, and he removed the hair that covered the woman's face. She was beautiful, light blue eyes covered in tears, a slightly snub nose and cheeks adorned in a worrying reddish.

"He… Help us," she pleaded, holding on to his arm. Will saw that his hand was stained in blood, and he desperately searched for the fountain, noticed that it came from her lower belly. The woman rolled her eyes and she collapsed. Will thought that the inevitable had arisen and looked at the little girl who was horrified, watching as her mother fainted before his arms. That scene, accompanied by anguish and responsibility, covered Will Graham with dread.

BAU – Quantico, Virginia.

In the halls of the FBI, Hannibal Lecter was walking discouraged but without neglecting that elegant air that characterized to. Inside his thoughts he did not want to attend to Jack Crawford's so desperate call, but he was already there, about to take care of a little girl whom Lecter had no interest as a patient. To do this he suggested to his apprentice and colleague Alana Bloom, whom he felt was more feasible for a situation like this. But insistence not only came from Crawford also from her, who had not established a nice communication with the little girl.

He stopped walking to look at the office door. He let out a light sigh and touched the glass, in a few seconds Jack Crawford attended with an abrupt attitude and invited Hannibal to his office.

"Good morning Jack," greeted courteously at the behaviour, and he noticed another guest at the place: Will Graham. "Good morning Doctor Lecter, please come in and have a seat," He obeyed and greeted Graham with a slight nod. He responded the same way. "Good" Jack continued. "Did Dr. Bloom inform you about the girl?"

"Only that she has failed to establish a communication, but I would like a more detailed report."

"I know Dr. Lecter, it is why I have Graham here, so he can tell you, with more details, about the Gardner family incident."

"Gardner" echoed in his mind. "What is the girl's name?" Hannibal mentioned before Will could open his mouth. "Elisa. Elisa Gardner," Will answered nervously. Hannibal watched him with an arched eyebrow. "Well, what did you write in your report, Mr. Graham? And do not skip details, they can help me to evaluate the girl's condition a little better."

"Oh…" he began nervously, "the mother crashed her car in my garden. I got scared and went to see what had happened. I opened the door and discovered that Marlène Gardner was seriously injured."

"And where was the girl?"

"She… she was in the passenger seat. She was scared, terrified and… she was crying," he mentioned with a thread in his voice. "Was she hurt or similar?"

"I only saw blood on her clothes and…" Will stopped. He was ashamed to describe where he had seen the most blood, so he moved his eyes to Jack. "We did a clinical analysis, Doctor Lecter," he continued per Will, seeing him breaking. "There were signs of sexual abuse," Hannibal showed no emotions, he crossed his legs and put his free arm on the armrest, looking analytical. "And the analysis confirms that the girl was victim of abuse, not once, but several times."

"And all those times was the father," Will said furiously. "Where is he?" Hannibal asked. "That bastard disappeared."

"What about the mother?"

"In intensive care," Jack said, and Hannibal looked at him. "She suffered serious wounds in her abdomen and part of the intestine when she tried to defend herself of her husband. This morning, she survived a second operation."

"The girl saw the attack on her mother?" He asked, setting his eyes on Jack. "That's the problem Doctor, we don't know what she saw. Alana has done her best, but the girl just plays with her. Not a Word has emerged from her mouth." Hannibal let out a sigh and they both watched him. "They are my neighbours," Will said. "I saw her, several times… the blows on Marlène's face…"

Will felt a lump form in his throat. Jack observed who he considered one of the best agents and could perceive his feelings, instead Hannibal tried to hide the lack of interest that he was forming.

"Don't blame yourself, Will" Hannibal confessed falsely, "you have enough with Garret Jacob-Hobbs case and now carrying this weight will make…"

"Do you not understand? I had many opportunities to save them! And I never did."

"But blaming yourself won't change the past."

"Doctor Lecter is right, Will," Jack continued. "All we have left is to find Alan Gardner and imprisoned him."

"Exactly," Hannibal said. "Now, where do you have the girl?"

"Is in session with Dr. Bloom, maybe if you join her you can have more confidence, and she can say something."

"It will be difficult, but I'll try. Take me there, Crawford."

Everyone got up and headed to the room.

Alana Bloom was sitting in a small and soft armchair; surrounded by a huge arsenal of stuffed animals and dolls. With patience and a huge smile in her face, she watched the little Elisa Gardner going from a corner to the other in search of more stuffed animals. The little one, who is seven years old, long light-brown hair, blue eyes as clear as the sea and a pale white skin, smiled every time she looked at Alana and showed her the stuffed animals to put around her. With a tender gesture, Alana accepted those friends around her.

"Elisa," she called her at seeing how she placed the stuffed animals, "it's been a couple of day and I haven't heard your voice," the girl seemed to ignore her. "What do you think if we leave the stuffed animals like this, and we talk?" Elisa turned to see her, and she smiled. Alana accepted it as an acceptance. "Tell me, what you like to do?" The girl kept her smile and sat next to her. She seemed to admire her.

Jack, Will, and Hannibal went to the opposite side of the room to observe the moment from the reversible glass, and as they contemplated that moment. That mood that Hannibal had endured with him vanished as he looked at the little girl. Inside him, he felt like something in his mind had broken into a thousand pieces. The thread of his memories, which had made him the man he was today, had gone out of control and created a peculiar and uncomfortable feeling in him. An incomprehensible word came from his mouth, Will sensed the faint sound and watched him from the corner of his eye. Hannibal had remained static, he blinked fast and swallowed hard. What was happening to him? Jack walked over to the glass and knocked it loudly, scaring Alana. She shuddered, sighed and looked again with that warm smile at the little girl who was not impressed for the moment.

"I'll be right back." She kept smiling without taking her eyes off until Alana left the room. Elisa disappeared her smile and looked at all the stuffed animals she had put together, until she picked up a little brown bear.

Alana entered the room and looked at everyone. "What's going on?" she questioned. "Doctor Lecter will help us," Jack said. Hannibal had not turned to greet his colleague, he kept watching the little girl and how she combed her stuffed animal with her hands. "I'm glad about that," Alana said. "Did you already told him that I couldn't get her to say a word?"

"All. Will also already gave his part of the story."

"Why didn't she talk to you?" Hannibal asked without undoing his position. "I assume it is an acute stress disorder, it has been two days since the incident, and she may want to avoid the memory but, what I do not explain is why she does not speak. That is more associated with post-traumatic stress, one of the symptoms is not talking for a period, due to trauma. But in this case, Elisa is in a thin line between ASD and PTSD."

"Is it possible that the girl is already suffering from post-traumatic stress?" Jack asked Alana. "It is feasible." Hannibal replied quickly. The three of them looked at him. "Yes… I think it's the most feasible thing" Alana corroborated, and the two men looked back at her. They seemed anxious for an explanation.

Alana began to make the diagnosis, and everyone listened carefully, but Hannibal was lost. He did not take his eyes off the girl, who kept playing with the stuffed animal; she was no longer smiling, her face had been wrapped in sadness and another blow to his palace of memories had managed to crumble him. "Anniba" he listened.

Alana had not stopped talking and in the process, Will joined the diagnosis affirming the condition while Jack watched them with an arched eyebrow.

"Do you agree with it, Doctor Lecter?" Crawford demanded. Hannibal returned to himself, but did not turn to see them. "So is." Hannibal kept silent again and kept looking, noticing something peculiar in the girl. He watched as she moved her hands in front of the stuffed animal, and that movement had seen it before. The little girl repeated the process and finished with a light smile and a hug. Hannibal had deduced why she did not speak.

"Could I go with her?" He asked, looking at everyone. "I don't know, Hannibal," Alana quizzed. "We talk about a girl who has suffered abuse, if she sees a man, she may be intimidated, and the stress will get worse. I don't want to risk her to PTSD."

"I think I know why she didn't talk to you, Alana. But I want to verify. Please take me with her." Everyone looked confused. Alana moved her eyes to Jack, he had to give the order, despite her opinion. He nodded. Alana sighed bitterly and looked at Hannibal. "Follow me."

Hannibal went behind his colleague. They reached the door, but Alana suddenly stopped, she did not open the door and turned to see him uncertainly. "Is something wrong, Dr. Bloom?" He questioned as he raised his eyebrow. "What diagnosis do you have?"

"First, I would like to verify, and then I will tell you."

"I would like you to tell me first. She is my patient."

"It's from both," he said with a slight smile. She shivered. "Please, Alana." pleaded politely.

She sighed and opened the door.

"Elisa" she called with a big smile. The little girl kept playing with her stuffed animal. Alana knew that another of the symptoms was the absence of the surroundings; she approached to her and gently took her by the shoulders. Elisa turned to see her, and a huge smile appeared on her face. "Honey, I want to introduce you to a good friend of mine." Alana turned to look at Hannibal, who had entered the room, and seeing him, Elisa vanished her smile and became more attached to Alana. On the other side, Will and Jack watched the moment. "What a stupid thing!" Exclaimed Will angrily. "Keep calm."

"Elisa," Alana continued and turned to look at her, "he is Dr. Hannibal Lecter." He drew a thin smile on his face as he looked at the little girl hiding behind Alana. "They're going to make the girl's health worse," Will insisted. "They know what they do," Jack replied.

Elisa began to shake, and Alana hugged her.

"Easy honey, as I told you, he's a friend of mine. He is a good person." Hannibal kept looking until he raised both hands. On the other side of the glass, Jack and Will watched confused while Alana gets surprised. "What are you doing?" she questioned in a whisper. He ignored her.

"Hello Elisa" he said as he moved his hands. Will and Jack looked bewildered. Observing that action, Elisa let go of Alana, who turned to look at her surprised. Admired the girl raised her hands and replied: "Hello."

Hannibal smiled broadly.

"Did they talk in…?" Will questioned as he looked at Jack and then what is happened. "So, it seems," Jack interrupted, looking surprised.

Alana did not avoid her surprise and kept looking at the girl.

"That's why she never responded to you, Dr. Bloom. Elisa is deaf."

A/N:

Thanks so much for reading. I will be deeply grateful with any comments, constructive criticism, opinions and / or suggestions! :3

** As you have read, the main OC has a hearing impairment. I want to clarify that I have researched on this subject (and I still do it) so as not to write in an ignorant and / or offensive way about it. Also, with regard to psychiatric or psychological disorders, is the same. I try to read the topics so as not to lie in the information.