I do not own Hannibal. I only own Simone Hale and her mother.

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The apartment was beautiful, scratch that, more than beautiful. The apartment still had its basic setup of natural colors in most of the rooms. I was extremely excited about the main bedroom being a soft grey color with coral accents with some of the furniture. I had no idea that it came so fully stocked with furniture, but I guess high-class apartments like this are special. I would be moving out of this place and to a more realistically affordable apartment as soon as the deal with the F.B.I. was over. It even had a fully stocked kitchen already set up with some food in the refrigerator, and I already knew I had Dr. Lecter to thank for that. He had even left a note and a bottle of wine sitting on the kitchen island. He had also invited me to a dinner party he would be throwing in a few days if I was not busy with a case with Will.

Stressed out and tired from unpacking my books, clothes, and necessities from my old home, I collapsed on the couch. Even with the entire apartment's beauty, it was still too quiet. "I need a dog soon," I muttered before an idea hit me. "I should bake. It always gets rid of some of my stress," I thought and soon I was baking some dark chocolate and raspberry cupcakes. The stress left me with each ingredient added to the bowl.

"I can't eat them all by myself so I'll give some to Will since he'll be my new work buddy, if you can call what I'll be doing work. In addition, I'll give some to Dr. Lecter for the wine and kitchen stuff. I guess I should give one to Jack for appearance purposes of being cordial," I muttered while icing the cupcakes with the homemade raspberry frosting.

After cleaning up the mess I made baking, I put a few cupcakes on a nice display tray with a cover before locking my apartment. I was beyond nervous as I stood in front of Dr. Lecter's apartment door, but it would be beyond rude if I did not thank him in some way for the wine, kitchen stuff, and a dinner invite. I knocked on the door a few times before waiting patiently.

Soon a composed looking Dr. Lecter opened the door. A pleased look entered his eyes when he saw me standing there with the cupcakes. "Thank you very much for the gift and the dinner invite for this weekend. I thought I might make you a gift to show my appreciation," I explained before lifting the lid to show the cupcakes better. "I didn't know what you would like so I made a cupcake that a lot of people like," I said hoping he would accept them. I did not want to be on this man's list of rude people.

"They look delicious, thank you, please come in," he said taking the cupcake tray and motioning for me to enter his apartment.

"Thanks," I said softly as I entered the even more gorgeous apartment. All the dark colors complimented the aura the doctor gave off perfectly. He took the cupcakes I guess to his kitchen while I waited in the living room. His manners were something I was not used to as he reappeared holding two glasses of wine. Even though I'm old enough, I've never been a big drinker. Declining would not occur so I took the wine with a smile and a thank you.

"So how are you liking the new apartment?" he questioned me when we took seats in his living room.

"It's more than I ever dreamed I would be able to stay in at least for a little while," I answered honestly.

"So you do not plan on helping the F.B.I. any more than you have to?" he asked and I nodded.

"Jack believes me to have more knowledge than I really do, and it would be unfair of me to stay in such a wonderful and expensive place when I cannot do as much as he expects," I said even though I was lying about the extent of my powers again.

"I understand, well I will always be right next door if you want to talk about anything. I'm sure if you have to be on site for any of the cases, you might see things you would not like seeing," he said as we finished our wine.

"Thanks, I really do appreciate it, and I hope you enjoy the cupcakes," I said as I was walking into the hallway to go back to my place. "I survived day one, but how many more days can I survive?" I thought thankful as I safely entered my apartment.

Sitting in any type of situation with a police officer is awkward, but it did not come close to sitting in front of F.B.I. agents in the headquarters. Jack was sitting behind a large desk while Will and another agent were sitting in chairs around me. They were looking at me as if I would tell them all the answers. I had not even been given information on the person they were trying to stop.

"Well the staring has been fun, but can I please have some details about the case if I'm going to even be able to give you any hints?" I suggested looking at the people around me.

"I thought you could just have the visions come to you randomly with a lot of information," the unannounced agent in the room said while flipping through a manila folder.

"Who gave you that information?" I asked offhandedly even though I was already sure it was my mother and multiple psychologists from my past.

"Your mother," Jack said firmly.

"I'm not trying to be mean, but I think her mind has cracked just a tad over the years so you shouldn't believe everything she tells you," I said with a shrug even though I wished I could just burn all the files to ash.

"Just tell her what we already know," Will snapped tiredly while rubbing his eyes.

Jack huffed in slight annoyance before he began cluing me in on the current case, which I could tell involved the father and daughter from one of my latest visions, after I heard all of the details Jack was willing to share with me. However, his expectant look made me shift nervously at how much he was staring at me. "Well did you have a vision? Any clues or even hints about what the killer looks like," he asked before glaring at the still unannounced agent to grab a pen and paper to write down what I say.

"I have had a vision of kind of what you are talking about, but I don't know if it has already happened or not because it was a few days ago," I started. The expectant and curious looks made me clench my hands into fists. Giving this information should not change fate too much. "It was a girl with dark hair and pale skin. Her body was on an elk's antlers in the middle of a field. She was facing the sky with her arms hanging below. The killer was a man. Images of him around elk antlers keep flashing in my mind at random times, but he's never alone," I said calmly and slowly so the agent could write down all of what I said.

Jack looked ready to strike up a search team after I was done, but the phone ringing on the desk made him freeze. I sat anxiously as he answered the phone call. His smirking face met mine and I cringed. I worried what would come next while working for this man. "They just found a young woman's body, exactly how she just described. So our killer is a man, a hunter, and he's not working alone. Is the person helping him a man or a woman?" he asked trapping me in my chair.

"All I know is that they are an unwilling helper," I whispered so they would not outright expect the man's daughter to be his helper.

"Unwilling helper," Will whispered beside me before he and Jack were leaving the room.

"Thanks for your help today. Mr. Crawford told me to escort you home after this meeting. I'm sure with your help we'll catch this guy," the agent said happily but I just shook my head at him.

"Thanks, but I can get home safely on my own. Have a good day," I said leaving the room with a wave. The cab ride home made me anxious as new images in more detail flashed in my mind of Dr. Lecter calling the killer to warn him that the F.B.I. knew the truth. Time flashed quicker than I expected and I was soon walking back to my apartment. I had almost escaped to the solitude of my own place, but Dr. Lecter's door opened before I could disappear.

"How was your first day working with Will and Jack?" he asked me softly before inviting me inside to try a cupcake with him.