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

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"Well it was awkward, and then it was even more awkward because I was stared at for the first twenty to thirty minutes. Thankfully, Will broke the atmosphere and I think I was able to help a little, but not as much as I'm sure Jack expected," I answered while trying to make myself as comfortable as I could on Dr. Lecter's couch. Thanking him was my next action when he handed me a small plate and fork so I could eat the cupcake, which sat neatly in the center of the plate. A glass of white wine sat on the table beside the couch for me to drink. Dr. Lecter was sitting on a couch across from me with his wine glass and cupcake plate in hand.

"If you do not want to do this, then why are you?" he questioned me curiously after taking a sip of wine.

"It was the quickest escape away from my mother," I answered truthfully.

"Why would you want to escape from the woman you helped save when you were a child?" he asked and I raised an eyebrow at him.

"Well I thought that I was not going to be psychoanalyzed," I said softly and he just explained that it was a habit for him. "It's all right, anyways, I love my mother, but after the years of her breaking down because of me, it is too much. I'm not going to stay around her if I'm detrimental to her health," I finished before taking a bite of the cupcake, which turned out to be delicious.

"How much do you truly see? I've noticed that you disappear from reality at least mentally. Are you having a vision when that occurs?" he inquired and I tensed up. I did not want to hear those questions at all.

"I do not see much. I do have visions, but only snippets of events but never everything or even big details. Anyways, I have to be told some actual information for me to have a vision make sense. Growing up I would mention little bits of information from the visions to my mother, and then the next day the vision would make sense because the entire situation would be revealed in the news," I answered hoping with all hope that this would be the last time he pried into my gift. I knew by the inquisitive look on his face, my hope would not be realized.

"Would you give up the gift if you could?" he asked after he had finished a bite of the cupcake.

"In a heartbeat," I answered with a sigh. "This gift makes me nervous that it will lead me to my own deadly fate," I muttered to myself but I'm sure he heard me. After seeing visions of him almost every day, I already knew he had heightened senses, which helped when catching his next meal.

"Well at least with your gift it can help you be cautious around certain individuals," he said in an offhand manner, but it made my heart attempt to jump out of my chest and run for the hills.

"If only, like I said, I cannot see that much, which refers to people as well. I can only ever tell if the person in my vision is male or female, but never any defining features of the person," I said and my heart slowed down when his tense frame relaxed a little.

"I see," he said and took his time enjoying the cupcake and wine. My nerves were of course on edge as if a flame were being pushed towards me as if it were going to burn me. "Delicious, thank you for the cupcakes, and also for joining me for a chat. Please rest well tonight because as you know work will only get worse. Also, be careful with what you tell Jack. I would hate to see something happen to you or a worse fate for the future victims," he said while walking me towards my apartment door.

"Thanks, and I'll do that. Have a good night, Dr. Lecter," I said and went to enter my apartment, but the hand on my wrist stopped me. I turned around to stare at him anxiously waiting for his next move.

"Just call me Hannibal," he said with a smirk before he allowed me to slip into the safety of my apartment with a now closed and locked door.

"Should I be more worried?" I muttered to myself before just calling today too much. Falling asleep would have been better to be done with the day, but the night disturbed me more because I did not have a vision that night. I always had visions at night.

"Simone, have you had any other visions about this case?" Jack questioned me over the phone the next morning I was driving to headquarters.

"Not yet," I said worrying about what would soon assault me. It was rare, but if I ever went a night or more than a day without a vision, a strong and violent vision would attack my mind. "It will happen sooner or later," I thought shakily while turning into the parking lot of the headquarters.

"Well I have some more information for you to read about so maybe that will stir up your visions," he replied before hanging up.

"Great," I growled leaving the car and walking towards Jack's office where Will and Hannibal were waiting for me. "Not great, he does not need to be here in case the large vision hits me here," I thought worriedly but gave a smile to everybody in the room as well as a welcome.

"These are pictures from the scene even though I'm sure you already saw all of this, but these are some of the facts that Will and the forensic team discovered," Jack said handing me a folder full of the data and pictures of the girl in the field on the antlers.

"Do these images disturb you?" Will questioned me softly as he gave a disapproving look at Jack.

"No, I've already seen this image before," I answered quietly before closing the folder. I read the information, but not too much. I did not want the vision to be forced upon me in this room.

"Did the pictures cause anything new to come to mind?" Jack asked and I looked straight at him.

"No, but at this point in time with the data I just read, I would think you had already figured out information on your own," I said and I stared back when he glared at me.

"Why do you say that?" Will asked before Jack could snap or yell at me.

"Because you already have the areas planned out where he is taking girls, and what type of girls he is taking. Also you know he is a hunter of elk, figure out where elk is the big game for the hunting population in the center of where the murders have occurred," I said before noticing my hands were shaking and my ears were starting to ring. "Excuse me, I'll be back in a minute," I said quickly with a polite nod before rushing from the room and to the nearest restroom.

My legs collapsed out from under me as I fell to the bathroom floor to my knees. I crawled to a stall and locked the door behind me just when the vision finally hit my mind. My sight and hearing left me in real life as I was lost in my own mind.

The killer was being shot multiple times by Will in the kitchen. The killer's daughter was lying on the floor with her throat bleeding rapidly where the knife had slid deeply into her skin. Will shakily dropped down to try to stop the bleeding, but he only ended up getting more blood on him than stopping the girl's impending death. Hannibal's appearance made me shake mentally. The calculating gleam in his eyes made me nervous for the girl dying on the floor. Images of her surviving and looking up to Hannibal made me cringe because I could tell he would try to lead her down a dark path.

"I want to stop that so much, but I don't know what will happen if I do," I thought worriedly as my vision and hearing returned to me. Climbing to my feet, I exhaled heavily before opening the stall door. I jumped when I saw Hannibal standing in the doorway of the bathroom, effectively trapping me.

"Are you all right, Simone?" he asked