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Kailani grinned to herself as Dr. Lecter informed her that Will Graham would be coming at seven thirty in the evening. He was obviously hoping that it would be a repetitive occurrence so she made a small note of it.

Will Graham was better than his picture.

His hair was a cross of brown and black, lighter at the tips due to exposure to sunlight. The present him had a chinstrap that was very Robert Downey Jr. looking. Thin and well maintained, but good looking all the same. She had a feeling he kept the style because he looked too young without facial hair.

The man did not meet her gaze, though he did nod and give a small, uncomfortable smile. "I'm… Will Graham."

Kailani smiled, "A pleasure, Mr. Graham. Dr. Lecter likes it when people are on time, so kudos to you. I'm Kailani Taikefu, his secretary."

"It's at seven thirty, right?" he asked, eyes darting about.

"Exactly," she nodded, looking at the clock. "You may knock now. And please, don't stress yourself."

"Uh… thanks."

Kailani smiled serenely and waited until Dr. Lecter had invited him in, before squealing lightly to herself.

She was so getting them together!

She pulled out her personal schedule and marked down the date and time she met Will Graham. One could never be too careful.

A few days later, Kailani met Will Graham in a coffee shop. The man was simply ordering when she came up behind him and scared the beJesus out of him.

"Ms. Taikefu," he greeted once he caught his breath. He pronounced her name with a light, Cajun accent.

"Call me, Kailani."

"You can… um, call me Will, then."

"Great!"

She ordered her hot cocoa after him and followed him to a table where they waited for their refreshments. It was situated in the back of the shop, facing the windows and doors. Keeping potential threats in range so they could get out of the way if necessary. It was important to be prepared.

"How are you feeling?" she asked, while looking at her watch. It was ten after six in the morning. She made a quick note in her schedule book, on their meeting and for how long.

He ran a hand over his face, "Not so great I guess. What are you doing in Quantico?" A quick and simple diversion. Pretty good.

"I stayed over my friend's house. She lives not far from here. I do have to be at work by eight fifteen, but it'll only take an hour at least this early in the morning and no one's around."

Will blinked and then looked off into the distance. "It's a two hour drive from here to Dr. Lecter's office."

She smirked, "Not if I do 100 mph the whole way. No one will be out and it'll be fine. I do it all the time."

"You're crazy."

"Medically I am, actually. If I don't take medication, I'd be screwed."

He did a double take, accidentally making eye contact with her in the process and blinking repeatedly. He had sharp, blue eyes.

"I… um, I have to go."

"That's alright, I do too. Have fun at work!"

She fetched her drink and left him standing in the shop, giggling to herself at how cute he was. He was perfect for Hannibal.

When Hannibal entered the office on the Friday that Will's next appointment was scheduled, he noticed immediately that Kailani did not greet him. She was blank as she worked on typing his newest dissertation for him. Double spaced and all.

It was one of those days. Something had happened that had sent her mood diving. Her eyes were puffy and red and her breath stuttered just the slightest. She'd had two other days like this and had warned him ahead of time that her Depression would suddenly rear in one particular emotion and stay that way for hours. It seemed the emotion of the day, was Sadness. The last day was Apathy and the day before that was Loathing, of herself.

Something had triggered this reaction.

"Have you eaten today, Kailani?" he asked, checking her for signs of hunger.

"I don't… I don't want food."

She continued to type.

"How do you feel, Kailani?"

"Empty… except when I'm not. I don't even- I can't explain it."

Hannibal looked her over more closely. She was wearing long sleeves when it wasn't cold out. "Show me your arms."

She sighed, rolling her eyes and pushing her sleeves up, revealing no new wounds, though old ones that had already healed over. They marred her flesh, their discoloration standing out against her dark skin.

"Did you take your medication today?"

"Yes. I'm not that pathetic," she sneered.

He let it go, because this wasn't her usual temperament. Her disorder and Depression were working together against her in that moment.

"If you need something, do not hesitate to ask, please?"

The young woman sighed. "Fine. I'll do it but I'm fine, I don't need… anything. I'm fine."

She looked as uncomfortable as she sounded.

Hannibal knew she wasn't the most sociable. She had one friend after all. But was actually much like Will in regards to associating with people and became awkward quickly. If she wasn't focusing everything on teasing, professionalism, or light banter, she was usually distant and anxious, eyes darting to and fro in search of an escape or possible danger.

Her paranoia was strong during those moments. They made her mandatory checks of her metal bat look normal. Speaking of the bat, she'd just glanced under her desk to make sure that it was still there. Even though no one else was around and therefore it couldn't have moved. Possibly slight OCD on top of her other problems.

Kailani refused lunch and didn't eat the food she had brought with her for dinner. Hannibal did keep an ear out however, not wanting to lose another secretary.

When Will Graham came - exactly at seven thirty once again - he looked worried and kept glancing at the door. "I think Kailani is sick."

"Yes, Ms. Taikefu suffers from Depression and has Bipolar Disorder on a massive scale and is on medication but sometimes things trigger her and a certain emotion will rage much higher than all others. This time it seems to be sadness that fills her. She has not eaten and will not no matter how much I try, she responds well enough to someone when they talk to her, hasn't cut herself anywhere, and compared to her last episode which was pure apathy, she's doing better.

That doesn't mean I'll stop keeping watch, just that sadness is much more preferable than feeling nothing."

Will's session went by with both of them peering out the door more than once to check on the still working secretary, who both noticed had barely blinked.

Kailani was not feeling well, true, but that did not mean she was incapable of taking care of her needs. She just wasn't hungry. The lavatory on the other hand, was something that shouldn't be ignored. Ruptured bladder wouldn't be good for her health. After locking the computer, she twisted around and headed for the bathroom.

Who knew that when she returned a moment later, she'd find someone who most certainly was not on the list of clients. In fact, she looked familiar.

And what was in her hand, but a microphone which she was holding to the door of Dr. Lecter's office.

A deep spark of annoyance traveled down Kailani's spine. She absolutely hated people like this ginger haired bitch. This was not a time for her to have to deal with this shit.

Taking a calming breath, she slipped off her heels and softly padded over to the woman, grabbing her by the back of the jacket and hauling her off the ground, ignoring her yelp of fear as she did so. Kailani then barged right into her boss' office, carrying the dangling ginger in front of her as she went.

"Dr. Lecter, I happened to find one Fredricka Lounds recording your conversation with Mr. Graham."

Her voice was monotone. She didn't really care either. The effort into putting feeling behind her words was just too much.

Will sputtered and Hannibal looked unimpressed.

"Let me go! You can't manhandle me like this!" the red haired moron, yelled.

Since she was so insistent. Kailani lifted her a bit higher before bringing her arm down forcefully and throwing Freddie to the floor.

"OW! I can sue you for that!"

Kailani did not react beyond that of the tiniest of smirks. "I simply let you go like you wanted. Who's going to believe you? You're incredibly clumsy after all and I'm sure that Dr. Lecter and Mr. Graham - the men you were just illegally recording - would prefer to take my side of the argument."

Freddie's eyes widened, darting between the two men and Kailani.

"Give me your purse," Kailani said, hand outstretched.

"No! And you can't go through my belongings!"

Getting fed up, Kailani sent the woman a terrifying grin and asked, "Nobody knows you're here, correct?"

There was a brief nod.

"And if something were to happen to you, how do you explain it without getting yourself into legal trouble for trespassing on private property, theft, and illegally recording a conversation without permission of the parties involved."

"You can't prove theft and there is nothing wro-"

Kailani leaned down and ripped the purse from the woman's hands, not caring that she had begun cursing. "For a journalist you're rather stupid. In Maryland, there are particular laws about recording conversations and even if you had permission to do it and then posted it, you'd still be breaking the law. You should probably check the laws of the state you're in before doing anything. Wiretapping in Maryland gets you five years in prison and a penalty of $10,000 at least. Could get worse depending on what you took and from what I see, you took Mr. Graham's file. Stealing FBI information, Ms. Lounds, is not good."

True enough, it was in her purse, rolled up like a newspaper.

"I think Agent Crawford should hear about this," Kailani said, looking to Will, who was still gaping.

"I'll make the call," said Dr. Lecter, pulling out his cellphone.

Will sighed as he and Hannibal watched the red haired woman get carted away by officers. According to Jack, she wouldn't be going to jail since he and Hannibal had decided her offense wasn't so bad so long as the evidence was removed. She would however, be paying a hefty fine and leaving Kailani Taikefu out of TattleCrime or else. Freddie had no choice but to agree.

"Kailani is… something else," he murmured, staring at the young woman from across the room.

Hannibal nodded, "Indeed. She makes it easier to work."

As they observed the young woman, they easily noticed how her expression didn't change one bit. Her mood hadn't darkened or lightened visibly, she was just… there.

"Is she going to be... okay?"

"I hope so. She's the best secretary I've had and it'd be a shame to lose her."

Her farewell to Will was as bland and monotone as the rest of her had been that evening, but she did look up as he went. Her amber eyes were much less dead than before, so that had to count.

Hannibal had offered to drive her home, but she denied. However, since they lived at opposite ends of the same neighborhood, he followed behind her until she was safely inside.

Just because he was a serial killer didn't mean that he had no manners. He only killed and ate the rude after all.

A/N: Another is done!

-The penalty for Wiretapping in Maryland is exactly as stated above. I checked the laws to be sure. One would think that as a journalist, Freddie would know that. If she hadn't been forced to delete her info by Hannibal, and had posted it, she'd have gone to jail.

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