AN: Hey guys sorry for the late update I lost all the chapters I wrote in a computer crash and had to re write them but i'm all up to date now lol
Uhm someone asked what songs I listen to when I write this so here they are :
Staring role-Marina and the Diamonds
Gone- Iona Gika
Rootless- Marina and the Diamonds
Dirty and Clean- Stephanie Schneiderman
Rabbit Heart- Florence and The Machine
As always REVIEW PLEASE!
-o-
Abigail sighed as the nurse finally left. She had been in the hospital nearly all night, and had no intention of staying for the rest of it. She pulled the covers off her body and slowly began to sit up. She felt like she had gone ten rounds with Mike Tyson. Tobias hadn't held back in his attack, and she was feeling the effects of his viciousness. In the end she had three broken ribs, a bruised pelvis, a stab wound to her shoulder that need a good amount of stiches, and a concussion to top it all off. She moved her feet over the side of the bed and froze when the door opened.
"Oh it's you." She said with a smile seeing Hannibal.
"What are you doing?" he asked seeing her get out of bed.
"I'm going to slowly walk over and slip my feet into my shoes and then we're going to your house." She said her feet touching the ground.
"No."
"No?" she asked as he walked over. "Hannibal." He lifted her up into the air and put her back down into the bed. "What's up?" she asked as he tossed the blankets over her body.
"You have been beaten and stabbed-."
"So have you-."
"I am a man-."
"That's is so chauvinistic."
"Good vocabulary but you're still staying here over night-."
"Han-."
"You need to be kept overnight for observation."
"But I don't want to stay here I want to go home." Hannibal looked to her for a long moment. "What?" she asked.
"That's the first time you referred to it as home…"
"Well…" She shifted in the bed. "It is home to me… It's where I lay my head at night, where I feel comfortable and safe, this place is not home… I don't feel comfortable or safe here Hannibal." He looked her over. "Can we go home?" he looked off with a sigh. "Please?" He smiled and she did too knowing she was winning him over. "Please Hannibal."
"Fine." He said looking to her and she smiled. "Let me get a wheelchair."
"Only if you have one." She said seeing the medical cane they had given him for his leg which Tobias had stabbed. "We can race." She said wiggling her eyebrows and he shook his head as he smiled and walked over to her shoes. He brought them over as she moved her legs over the side of the bed. Before Abigail could take the shoes Hannibal took her foot in hand and slowly slipped the flat onto her foot. She smiled softly as he did the other one before patting her knee. "Stay here I'll be right back I have to talk to the doctors tell them you're leaving."
"Okay." She said with a nod as he walked out of the room. She looked around the area before she heard the door open. "Back al-." she stopped seeing Jack and Alana. "Mr. Crawford, Dr. Bloom if you're looking for Dr. Lec-."
"Looking for you Miss Hobbs." Jack said and she resisted the urge to sigh with irritation.
"Are you going to arrest me?" Abigail asked.
"Why would I do that?"
"You arrest me a lot." He nodded as he looked off.
"That's fair." Alana said.
"It is indeed, but no I'm not here to arrest you." He said before looking to her. "I'm here to talk about what happened in Dr. Lecters office."
"What's there to discuss his patient's friend went nuts and tried to kill us." She said.
"How are you feeling about that?" Alana asked.
"I'm just thankful Dr. Lecter and I are able to walk away from it."
"I'm sure you're very thankful to Dr. Lecter." Jack said as Hannibal walked in with a wheelchair. "He did save your life by killing Tobias."
"What?" she asked looking to Hannibal.
"Abig-."
"No, no he didn't kill Tobias I did." Abigail said pointing to herself. "I mean sure he knocked him out but Tobias nearly killed Hannibal at the end I s-stabbed him in the throat." She said her voice breaking.
"She's in shock." Hannibal said walking to her side. "She doesn't know-."
"No I'm not please don't arrest him it was me." Abigail said looking to Jack. "Don't arrest him."
"I don't arrest people for self-defense." Jack said.
"It wasn't him…" Abigail repeated. "I killed Mr. Budge Mr. Crawford…"
"I know… the angles were wrong." Jack said with a nod.
"Are you going to arrest me?" She asked and he shifted on his feet. "Who am I kidding, of course you are…" Alana couldn't help but smile as she looked off.
"Like I said I don't arrest people for self defense." He said. "Just wanted the truth… Dr. Lector." Hannibal looked to him. "Don't lie to me again."
"Sorry I just, wanted to protect her, I'm sure you can understand why… Abigail has been the subject of a witch hunt for months… I didn't want this to further tarnish her reputation."
"She'll be hailed as a hero, if anything it will resurrect her reputation." Alana said with a smile which Abigail returned.
"You stabbed Mr. Budge perfectly…" She looked to Jack. "Severed the artery near…" He looked her over. "Perfectly."
"I kind of just stuck the knife out and he landed on it… I think he lost his footing or something…" Abigail said quietly.
"I'm taking her home now." Hannibal said helping Abigail down into the wheelchair.
"Where's yours we were supposed to race?" She asked as he wheeled her out and Alana tilted her head as she watched the exchange.
"She's not the monster you think she is Jack." She said before leaving herself.
-o-
The car ride was quiet almost unnaturally so. Hannibal kept eyeing Abigail out of the corner of his eye. He could tell something was on her mind but was unsure of what it was. When they finally got to the house he pulled into the drive way and got out and walked around to Abigail's door. He opened it up as he always did and waited. When Abigail didn't move he tilted his head.
"Abigail?" she stirred and looked to him.
"Oh sorry." She said with a soft expression as she slowly got out. He closed the door and followed Abigail to the front door as she unlocked it with her key. Hannibal pushed it open and held it for her as she walked through into the house shrugging off her coat as she did before hanging it up on the coat hanger.
"Are you hungry?" He asked shrugging off his own coat. "It's nearing early in the morning we could make a fine breakfast for ourselves." He said walking past her into the kitchen.
"Sure…" she said following him. Ever since they had left the hospital she hadn't been able to keep her mind from traveling to places she had forced herself not to for months.
"What do you feel like? Crepes, pancakes, Belgium waffles, my personal favorite." He looked to Abigail who was standing in the doorway with an unsure look. "Abigail come take a seat I don't want you on your feet…" She slowly nodded and walked over to the counter sitting up on a barstool. "So what do you think Waffles, Bacon, some eggs?"
"Why did you kill Franklin?" He looked at her for a long moment and she smiled softly. "And that sounds wonderful." He smiled as he walked to his cabinet to retrieve his waffle maker.
"Why do you think I killed Franklin?"
"I don't know."
"You must have a theory."
"Because you felt you had to."
"Yes… Franklin had learned too much about me."
"I know… A lot about you." Hannibal stopped as he grabbed his waffle maker before slowly retrieving it and turning to look at her.
"Are you afraid I'll kill you Abigail?" He asked as he set the waffle maker down on the counter before her.
"Did… Did you call my house that day my dad flipped out?" He looked her over for a long moment to see she wasn't bringing her eyes to his.
"You didn't answer my question... I asked if you think I would kill you?" She took a deep breath and Hannibal cupped her cheek her eyes slowly raising to his. "I take your silence as a yes."
"I'm not… Afraid of you… I'm afraid of what you can do to me."
"A wise fear to have… but an unneeded one…" He said with a soft expression. "I." he touched her nose and she smiled. "Would never hurt you Abigail… Understand?" she nodded.
"Yeah… I understand."
"Good now do you know anything about whisking eggs?"
"I'm practically a master at it." She said and he smiled as he walked over to the refrigerator and grabbed a carton of eggs.
"Whisk six of these."
"Okay." As she did as he said she kept thinking to the one question she hadn't asked him. Something that had been plaguing her for months.
"Your mind is still far away…" She looked to Hannibal. "What is it Abigail?"
"We're… Honest with each other aren't we?"
"Yes." He said making the batter for the waffles.
"If I asked you a question and implored you to be honest, you would be?" He looked to her.
"Of course you would do the same with me."
"I would…" She said nodding with a soft expression as she looked him over. "Were you the man on the phone?" He stopped folding the batter and stared at her. "Hannibal… Did you call my dad that day and warn him that you and Will were coming?"
"No." She felt her anger rise like never before.
"Liar." She said before getting up and walking out. Hannibal's jaw clenched as he followed her.
"Abigail." She pushed through the false wall leading to the stair well and he quickly followed her through before grabbing a hold of her arm and whipping her around.
"Let go of me." She said with a dangerous look. He slowly relinquished her arm not because he was afraid of her but because he wanted her to be comfortable. "You're a liar."
"I didn't call that day-."
"Your voice isn't exactly unrecognizable Hannibal."
"Abigail… It's rude to interrupt…"
"What are you going to do, eat me?" His eyes narrowed. "I asked you if we were honest with one another you say yes and the next second you lie right to my face. I'm supposed to be able to trust you Hannibal… How can I trust you if you don't trust me."
"I do trust you…"
"No… You don't." she said before turning and heading up the stairs. "I doubt you have it within you to trust anyone anymore." She said quietly as she walked into her room and closed the door. Hannibal looked down at the place she had been standing before walking down the stairs his cane in hand. He was angry with himself, why he wasn't entirely sure.
After cleaning for an hour downstairs, and making himself breakfast, which he didn't eat he did finally figure it out. Abigail had put her life in his hands. She trusted him completely which was hard for her to do after everything she had been through. He looked down at the food he had made and smiled before getting a tray ready. When he was done putting together a nice try he headed to the false wall and backed up into it before heading up the stairs.
"Abigail…" he knocked on the door and waited. "Abigail?" he slowly headed into the room figuring she was sleeping. He froze when he saw she wasn't in bed. He put the tray down as he looked around. "Abigail?" he looked all around the room before spotting the window laying open his jaw instantly clenching.
-o-
Will stirred in bed his jaw clenching. He had had a dream. A dream he couldn't remember. In all honesty those were the dreams he hated more than anything. He hated thinking there was something in his mind he couldn't reach. He looked to his dogs and stopped seeing they were all staring at the door. Will slowly got up and crossed the area from his bed to his front door. He peered out through the window and quickly opened the door.
"Abigail?" he asked and she quickly got up and turned.
"Will… Hey." She said. He walked out and looked around the porch.
"What time is it is, is Hannibal with you?"
"It's four in the morning and no…" She said shifting on her feet.
"It's cold out here, come inside." He said and she nodded as she followed him in. Will looked down at himself to see he had only boxer briefs on. "I'm going to get some clothes on."
"Okay… Can I pet your dogs?"
"Sure." He said with a smile walking into his bathroom. He pulled on a pair of jeans and a grey t shirt. He came out of the bathroom and stopped seeing Abigail sitting on her knees with a lost look as she stared at the dogs who stared back at her.
"I don't think they like me…" She said quietly. "Maybe they don't… Trust me."
"Something wrong Abigail?" Will asked. She slowly looked to him and Will tilted his head as he watched her eyes well up. "Hey are you alright?" he asked walking to her quickly and kneeling before her. "Is this about Tobias, I saw the scene, I know what you had to do…"
"It's about a lot of things…" She said. "I think it's all just piled up on me, I'm sorry I didn't come over here to cry, I just needed to get away from Hannibal…"
"Why did you need to get away from Hannibal?"
"I just needed some space."
"Needed some space and you come here with me and a pack full of dogs?" She smiled.
"You don't crowd me and I didn't know you had dogs." She said with a smile as she looked to the dogs who were just staring at her. "I really don't think they like me…"
"They just don't know you…" Will said wondering why the dogs weren't coming to her.
"Or maybe they know what I've done…" he slowly looked to her to see she was staring down at her hands which lay in her lap. "Dogs can sense things like that about people right?" She asked.
"Sense what?"
"That there's something wrong with them… With their soul…" He tilted his head.
"Do you think there's something wrong with your soul Abigail?" her jaw clenched.
"Maybe that I don't have one anymore…" She said softly and the admission cut through the air like a knife. "Will…" She slowly brought her eyes to him. "I don't want to lie to you anymore…"
"You've been lying?"
"I-." The phone rang making both jump.
"Go on Abigail…"
"It's fine… That's probably Hannibal." He stared at her for a long moment before nodding and walking over to his bed and picking up his cell phone.
"She's here." He said answering it. "She's fine, hanging out with the dogs, I could bring her over in the-. Okay." He nodded and hung up the phone.
"He's angry." She said and Will shook his head.
"I think he was more worried than angry…" He looked her over. "He's on his way, well he already was, he'll be here any minute now…"
"I'll wait on the porch, thanks for letting me inside." She said heading to the door. Abigail walked outside and stopped seeing Hannibal's car pulling into the driveway. She stared at him for a long moment. He looked angry, she didn't blame him. She had snuck out. He slowly got out of the car and stared at her.
"Abigail." He greeted and she shifted on her feet. "Will."
"Dr. Lecter." He said with a nod as he walked to Abigail's side.
"Thanks again Will." Abigail said and he smiled.
"Any time." She nodded as she walked down the porch steps. "Abigail?" She turned and looked at him when she reached the car. "What were you talking about before, the lying?" She felt Hannibal's eyes rest on her and she couldn't help but stiffen under his gaze.
"My truth is likely to be my death bed." She said and Hannibal smiled as he looked off. "But I'll tell you someday I'm sure…" Will only nodded. "Night."
"Before you go…" Will said coming down the porch steps. "I thought you two might want to have dinner at my place coming up, I'm not as good a cook as Dr. Lecter but I'm sure I could whip something up."
"We would never refuse an invitation." Hannibal said.
"Sounds great." Abigail said with a smile. "Hannibal has been teaching me how to cook I could help."
"I would never refuse the offer of help." Will said. "I'll call you with the details?" He asked Hannibal.
"Sure. Good night Will."
"Night guys." He said with a wave before heading into his house. Abigail reached for her door handle and stopped when Hannibal's hand reached past her and took it in hand before she could. He opened the door and she slowly got in.
"Thank-." He shut the door before she could finish. "Lovely…"
"Hey…" Will said and Hannibal looked to him. "Go easy on her."
"I only plan on taking her phone away I assure you." Will nodded with a smile before heading into his house and shutting the door. There was something about the way Abigail had looked when she had spotted Hannibal. She had almost looked, scared.
"Why would she be scared?" He asked his dogs who seemed to shrug.
Hannibal got into the car and closed the door before revving the engine and driving off. He was seething. He had asked her one thing. Not to sneak out. What had she done? Sneak out. He didn't understand why she couldn't just listen.
"That." Abigail stiffened at the sharp tone his voice had taken. "Was…" he curbed his tone and she slowly looked to him. "Very foolish Abigail."
"I've snuck out before-."
"Yes but you've never gone this far before and may I remind you the last time you snuck out of a place you were staying you took a bottle of Vicodin and slit your own throat."
"Wouldn't have slit my own throat if you hadn't brought me back to the hospital to get my stomach pumped-."
"I saved your life." Her jaw clenched. "How did you get to Wills?"
"I walked most of the way."
"And the rest?"
"I got a cab."
"How did you get a cab when you have no money and no cellphone?" Her jaw clenched.
"A wink and a smile." He slammed on his brakes.
"Don't." she looked to him to see his eyes darkening. "Don't lie to me young lady."
"I hitch hiked." She said her jaw clenching.
"You hitch-. Do you know how dangerous that is!?"
"I don't need this." She got out of the car.
"Abigail you get back in the car." He said getting out as she walked away. "Abigail-."
"No!" She yelled turning on him. "You lied to me!" her voice cut through the cold air. "I never lie to you and you lied to me!"
"You just lied to me in the car-."
"Because you had lied to me." His jaw clenched. "Before that I never did, maybe I hid the truth yes about what I had done with my dad, what we had done together, but I never outwardly lied to your face. How can I trust you with my life if you can't trust me with yours?"
"What can you do for me?" He asked.
"Oh I don't know I got my ass kicked for you earlier today trying to save your ass!"
"Language Abigail." Her jaw clenched.
"What do you want from me?" She asked walking to him. "Hmm what is it you want from me?"
"Well for one I don't want you to use foul language and hitch hike… Do you have any idea what could have happened?"
"Yeah I could have gotten into a car with someone like you." His jaw clenched. "Or someone like me for that matter…" She looked off. "I can't trust you if you can't trust me…"
"I called the house that day." She slowly looked to him. Hannibal's jaw clenched. As he had expected there it was. Betrayal. Right in her eyes. Staring into his.
"Why?" She asked as she felt anger rise up into her chest.
"It was a courtesy call…"
"Always… So polite." She said her jaw clenching as she walked up to him. "Aren't you?" She brushed passed him and got into the car closing the door harshly. Hannibal took a breath as he looked down the road. It was going to be a long silent trip home he could tell. He wondered what would happen now. How Abigail would act towards him. It was then he knew he didn't want how she acted towards him to change. He walked to the car and slowly got in. He closed the door and put on his seat belt as he stared out at the road.
"Sometimes I wonder what would happen if I had just let my dad kill me that first night he showed me one of his victims… Sometimes I wonder what would happen if I had just turned myself in when I killed Nicholas Boil instead of letting you help me hide the body." He looked to her. "I hate you."
"No… You don't." She looked to him her jaw clenching. "I was just trying to protect you and your father with that call… I didn't think he'd do what he did, I just thought he'd hide any evidence."
"You're a brilliant man don't act stupid it's unbecoming." He stared at her for a long moment. "You knew exactly what was going to happen…"
"I didn't know he'd try to kill you."
"Drive… Please." He slowly revved the engine.
"I was trying to protect you…"
"I can't talk to you right now… Please respect that." He slowly nodded as he began to drive off.
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When they got to the house Abigail quickly got out and walked up to the door. She unlocked it before rushing inside and heading up the stairs to her bedroom. Hannibal walked up the stairs and stopped at the top to stare down the hallway at her door. He bowed his head for a moment.
"I can't talk to you right now… Please respect that."
"Hopefully she'll talk soon." He said as he walked to his room. He sat down on the edge of the bed and stared at the wall before him not knowing that just down the hall Abigail was doing the same in her room. Both didn't come out of their bedrooms not until the night of the day which had started sour had fallen. Hannibal stood in the kitchen preparing a meal. One he hoped Abigail would share with him. He heard a noise and looked up to see Abigail standing in the doorway her eyes locked on his.
"I cancelled all your appointments for the next week." She said. "After calling the security company and furniture delivery service they said it would take that long to conclude the orders you requested."
"You didn't have to do that."
"I'm your secretary so yeah I did."
"You're more than that."
"Just wanted to let you know." She said before turning to walk out.
"Abigail?" Hannibal asked walking around the corner. "I am sorry for the phone call." She stopped walking as her head bowed forward.
"I don't want to talk about it." She said. "Ever."
"I can respect that…" He said. "What I cannot respect is the divide that has come between us…"
"You're the one who put it there so it's not my problem."
"What would fix it?" he asked and she slowly turned to him. "What can I get you-."
"You can't buy my trust back Hannibal." She said and he slowly nodded.
"Then what can I do?"
"You could start being completely honest with me as I have been with you."
"I can be honest with you… Eventually…" her jaw clenched. "Abigail you must understand." He said walking to her. "I've been on my own for many years… I don't know how to share that part of myself with anyone but myself…" She looked him over. "So you have to be patient with me. As I was with you in the beginning." She shifted on her feet.
"Fine."
"Fine?" he asked and she smiled.
"Fine." She said.
"No more sneaking out." He said with a point and she smiled more.
"Fine but I want to visit Will more."
"And we can make that happen." He said walking away.
"You know that phone call did result in the slashing of my throat…" She said following him and he turned to look at her. "Maybe you should buy my trust back…" She said with a wicked smile.
"What are you thinking?"
"I want diamonds, like a lot, like enough to fill my antique bathtub." He smiled. "And rubies, the jem not the currency." He laughed.
"Rubles are the currency Abigail."
"Well I don't want those." He smiled. "Also pearls, a lot of them."
"I'll try and make it happen, so just one bathtub of Diamonds?" He asked and she shrugged while nodding.
"Yeah I'm not greedy." She said and he laughed again, glad that they were on track once more. Abigail was a very forgiving person, and in some ways he was scared of how forgiving she could be. He was worried someday someone may take advantage of it.
Like I am now…