Pusryčiai , Chapter 5

Anna's time off was extended as Dr. Lecter went to Minnesota to do some follow up work with the Shrike's daughter, Abigail Hobbs. She was grateful for the time off, it gave her some time to clear her head. Her small holiday was coming to and end though, the doctor would return tomorrow and she would soon have to attempt to return to life as normal. Hannibal told her she probably had a dissociative disorder with the event and that's why she was so calm and practical after what she'd done.

It was Monday and she decided to relax and indulge in movies for the day. She'd deiced to watch the Nolan Batman Trilogy. She was on her favorite movie, the second one, The Dark Knight. Heath Ledger, rest his soul, was amazing as the Joker. He'd always been one of her favorite fictional characters, along with Harley Quinn, his also psychotic sidekick girlfriend. She'd always liked her, even dressed up as her one year for Halloween. Truly was a shame Heath died before they could make the sequel could be made with her in it.

Anna sat there, quoting the Joker aloud, with her best imitation of him as possible and then in the middle of it, there was a knock on the door. Anna felt bashful, she hoped they hadn't heard her through the thin wood of her studio apartment door. She looked through the peephole to see none other than Hannibal Lecter at her door, and her she was still in her pajamas.

"Hello Hannibal, what brings you here? I thought you weren't supposed to be back until tomorrow." she asked, only peaking her head outside the door.

"I came home early and I thought I'd have lunch with you." Anna then noticed the multiple plastic containers he was carrying.

"Oh, come in, I just need to get dressed." The little brunette ushered him in and ran to grab a change of clothes as quickly as she could.

She came out of the bathroom with her well-kept bun, not like the haphazard one she'd had moments ago. Her look was causal, not something she was used to wearing around the doctor, dark wash jeans and a red and white horizontally striped shirt. Her feet were bare, she didn't feel need to wear shoes in her home.

Hannibal had already made himself at home in her small kitchen, cooking up whatever he had brought. Everything he made was delicious, she could really care less what it was made off or what it was called, she'd eat anything he made.

"So, what made you want to stop by?" Anna asked, popping herself up on onto a counter farthest away from where he was cooking, absentmindedly swinging her feet as she spoke.

"I came to see how you're feeling." He said while he focused on his craft.

She stopped swinging her legs. "It doesn't feel real, like some messed up dream. I've always had problems with anger but I never thought I was even capable of something like this."

Hannibal stopped cooking and came over to he little brunette and gave her a comfortingly touched her arm. "The worst is behind you now Anna."

"I feel like its not behind me. I'm a killer now, aren't killers always killers?" She asked, not sure if she wanted to hear the doctors take on that question.

He locked eyes with her. "It 's not that you are now a killer, its what kind of killer you are now, that is what matters." Was all he said as he went back to cooking.

Anna tried to let that statement marinade in her brain. Hannibal made a point, what kind of killer was she? She killed to protect herself but would she do it again? If she did kill again, would she do it to protect herself or someone else? Could she now kill out of anger, go out of control? Could she descend into madness like the Joker and the Shrike and go on killing sprees. The thought made her skin crawl.

Hannibal and Anna ate lunch together with a good amount of small talked exchanged between the two of them. He told her much about his trip, how Will ha been there, and then he told her of how himself, Dr. Bloom, and Abigail had been attacked. She nearly chocked on her food when he told her.

"Are you okay?" she said so fast the words practically melded together but Hannibal understood her. He was perhaps the only person who really understood her though, her only friend besides Will but thy hadn't even gone out together yet. An acquaintanceship made more sense for what they had.

"We are all fine but there was another attack by the copy-cat of Abigails father while we were down there."

"That's just awful, I'm so glad you're okay Hannibal." She let out small sigh of relief to know he was okay, as well as the others. Since when did she start caring so much about Hannibal Lecter and his well being?

They talked more bout the trip, about Will, and about Dr. Alana Bloom. For some reason, listening to Hannibal talk about Alana bothered her and she couldn't quite figure out why. Why did everyone like her so much? Will liked her, as more than friend, did Hannibal too? Her mind was so abuzz with trying to process this she'd nearly forgotten they ere in the middle of conversation.

"Can I have you for dinner?" Hannibal asked her.

"What?" Anna said, snapping herself away from her thoughts of perfect, smart, stupid Dr. Bloom.

"Tonight, I'm having Jack and Alana over for dinner tonight. It's rude to daydream Anna." he reminded

"I know, I'm sorry. Just a lot on my mind." she laughed a little, it was forced but she hoped he wouldn't notice.

His face softened a little "I know, which is why I think it would be beneficial for you to be in a social environment. It may help your recovery."

"Well," she hesitated, would it really be best for her to go back out? Sure, she'd always been nice and made small talk with people but she was awkward socially, sometimes she didn't know what to do. In certain situations but if Hannibal said it would help her, she'd go. The doctor was her savior after all, he'd never lead her astray. "I'll come."

Authors Note: Alright, Chapter 6 is nearly done! Just on more review or follow and I'll post it up! :3