Francesca crawled over toward the unconscious man and opened his jacket. She slipped her hands into the pocket, pulling out all the contents. She found a crinkled envelope that someone had ripped open in a hurry, a cell phone, and a wallet. Hannibal stood up, walking over to the bathroom, "Come on, we've gotten what we need."

Following him, Francesca smiled to herself. She felt a little lightheaded, stopping at the sink for some balance.

"You okay?" Hannibal reached back.

"I'm fine," she grit her teeth and went a little farther toward the window.

Hannibal took her hand and helped her out, "Are you sure?"

"Would I-" Francesca felt faint again and accidentally let go of the sill a bit too earlier. She fell a few feet onto the dumpster. Hannibal flinched when he heard the aftermath. "I'm okay…" she groaned.

Jumping down, Hannibal bent toward her. "Come on, we'll clean you up."

"Okay," she smiled, rolling off onto her feet.

The van pulled up in front of them, B.A. driving, "Get in."

Hannibal got into the passenger seat and Francesca climbed into the back with Face and Murdock. "Are you okay?" Face looked at her with wide eyes."

Francesca cocked her head to the side, catching Hannibal in the corner of her eye, "I'm fine. Thank you."

"Just drive," Hannibal told B.A.

Francesca opened the letter and read it. Her eyes grazed the page with ferocity. She leaned back, feeling lightheaded.

"Francesca, lie down," Hannibal ordered. He didn't look back at her.

She didn't hesitate. She relaxed into a comfortable position and quickly fell asleep.

Flashback

Francesca opened the door to her hotel room, kissing Hannibal slowly. She fell back onto the ground and laughed. Hannibal closed the door lay next to her, one arm over her.

"I think I had too much to drink," she hiccupped and ran her hand down the back of his head.

"Oh, relax, you're in good hands," Hannibal kissed her jaw.

She pulled at his collar, "You think so highly of yourself, John." They kissed deeply. "When're you going back?"

"Shhhh… calm down."

"Trust me, you don't want me to calm down," Francesca pushed him over and kicked her shoes off. "I'm going into the bedroom and then you're going to count to ten and then you can come in and make yourself comfortable." She rolled over and got up.

Hannibal knew that this wasn't going to be good. The first thing he heard was a yelp of pain and then the movement of an ottoman. Then there was a small giggle. He got up and saw her legs straight up in the air behind a green ottoman. "Let me help you up," he smiled.

Her legs fell to the side, "Oh no, there's a nice view from down here."

He went and sat next to her, "I think you had a lot too much to drink."

"At least I understand what I'm saying when I'm drunk," Francesca threw her hands behind her.

Hannibal shook his head, "You have lost all your inhibitions."

She sat up and turned toward the windows, "It's such a beautiful view."

"Yes," he leaned into kiss her, only to find the air where she once was.

Francesca went out onto the balcony, leaning on the railing, "Just look at it. You can see for miles."

He laughed, "The view from here is good for me."

"You're gross," she looked back and smiled.

"At least I'm honest."

Turning around, she bit her lip, "Come on out."

"I guess I will," he droned, acting like it was a problem. He came up behind her, put his hands on either side of her, and pressed his lips on the top of her ear.

"Have you ever felt like everything could just fall away at any second?" her voice became cold.

Hannibal frowned and mumbled, "I suppose."

"Just that everything could drop out of sight. You can't find anything. And you reach to get it, but you just can't reach," Francesca closed her eyes, feeling her heart beat like a drum.

Watching her for a moment, Hannibal breathed slowly. She looked so peaceful and devastatingly beautiful, but he knew something was wrong. "Francesca."

"I mean," her head fell to the side, almost as if she couldn't control it. "Have you ever taken the time to look at the zipper on your pants? It has a little name on it. Most of mine say 'Talon'. I don't know about you, but if I had died before I knew that, I would have been very disappointed."

Hannibal pushed a lock of hair from her face, "You're tired. And drunk."

"So drunk…" she agreed quickly.

"Yes, you're right," he laughed.

Francesca pushed her tongue against the inside of her cheek, "It's really warm out here."

Hannibal raised one eyebrow, "Warm?"

"Yeah…" she met his gaze and shrugged. "Really hot."

End Flashback

They all got out of the car and made there way into the small diner with the red and white finish. Francesca shook her head to the side, making hair cover the gash in her forehead. Crowding into a booth, they let out a collective sigh.

"I am so hungry," Francesca pulled a menu from the table.

The four men stared at her for a moment. Her eyes looked simply at the menu, not even focused on the task at hand.

"I just want a burger, is that such a bad thing?" she continued.

"Francesca," Hannibal closed his eyes.

Rolling her own, she put the letter down on the table. "The letter states three locations. The first is San Francisco, second is Galway, Ireland." She took a deep breath, "The last is Rio De Janeiro."

"What was with the dramatic pause?" Face frowned.

Francesca crossed her arms, "That was all that it said." She showed them the paper. The black ink stood out on the page as Hannibal tried to analyze the document for every detail. "It's ink on a piece of paper. I highly doubt that there is any lemon juice on it, none of it is rippled. But…"

"But what?" B.A. jumped at the small word.

"But there may be something that can," Francesca smiled. "A microdot. All I need is a microscope and I can analyze that I's the period's everything."

Face growled, "Well where the hell are we going to get a microscope?"

"Ah, yes," Francesca looked up at the waitress. "I'd like a burger with everything on the side except for the tomatoes. I don't want the tomatoes." She carried on, smiling to herself, "And I'd also like a diet coke. With a bendy straw."

The waitress bit her lip, "Yeah, yeah."

"Thank you," Francesca closed the menu and nodded. "Boys?"

Sorry about the long wait, but I've been sooooooo so busy. I'll try to get the chapters out quicker guys.

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