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Kailani sighed as she and Hannibal sipped tea in his office. Lunch breaks were so lovely.
"Franklyn's coming today."
Not lovely anymore.
Franklyn days were probably the worst of all days.
Hannibal sighed, though his distaste was much more controlled than her own. "I will be referring him to another psychiatrist. His wish to become my friend is hindering his need for clarity and aid."
"Thank you!"
She meant it from the bottom of her black, shriveled heart. Saving Hannibal from the man wasn't her job but she did it anyway to help him. But the man knew nothing of personal space! She dreaded Franklyn days.
"It wasn't just for your peace of mind."
"Thanks nonetheless."
Kailani heard an unfamiliar vehicle pulling into the parking lot. This one rumbled. She shut the laptop and placed it under the desk. She then grabbed the slugger and the tea and looked out the window, finding a tall, Black man with a bloodied face, walking toward the door. He looked like he meant business as he wrapped something long around his hand.
With a hissed expletive, she pushed her chair in, grabbed her tea, and scurried to the bathroom, locking herself in the dark room. Surprise was always best. Her seat looked empty, like Dr. Lecter didn't have a secretary. When the man's defense was down, she'd hit him with the bat.
There was a good reason to carry an aluminium bat around. No one could say she was crazy!
She listened carefully, hearing the waiting room door squeak a bit, before footsteps, sure and confident, sounded across the wooden floor. He paused for however long and then opened the door of the office and slipped inside, saying, "Report Tobias for what?"
The door closed. He was in the office now. Dr. Lecter had the sword-letter opener to defend himself with, if necessary. No guy who was bleeding from the ear, and was wearing a look of utter annoyance, had good intentions. A good whack over the head and he'd be down. Then they could decide what to do.
Okay, the door was rather quiet, so she could probably open it and not make a sound, if she took her shoes off. She slipped the high heels off and took a fortifying gulp of hot tea, before tightening her grip of the bat and unlocking the door.
She slipped carefully across the waiting room, gripping the handle of the door and slowly turning it, hearing a loud thump and a sneered, "I wanted to do that."
Hannibal had just challenged Tobias, by taking his kill from him. Franklyn was merely an example, though sadly he wouldn't be missed.
Tobias was glaring at him and Hannibal reveled in the power of it.
His attention drifted to the door behind Tobias, which was opening soundlessly, revealing Kailani, who was holding her bat.
She was okay.
It would have been so difficult to find another secretary.
Hannibal stepped back, so that Tobias may advance forward, allowing the Polynesian to open the door further. Tobias tossed his coat aside, revealing a wire, that unraveled to the floor. He began spinning it.
Of course he couldn't fight hand to hand, could he?
Hannibal backed up once again and Tobias followed. Hannibal dodged back as the string whipped the floor where he once stood. Left and then right, and Hannibal was knocked back by a kick to the stomach. Luckily he kept the ladder in the same place, managing to catch himself and keep Tobias at a distance.
The string whipped out once more, wrapping around Hannibal's left forearm. Both pulled in opposite directions and the string dug into Hannibal's flesh, blood dripping.
Tobias smirked, looking smug and that was his mistake. Kailani had slipped up behind him and since both were the same height, she swung her bat back and brought it forward in a blur so fast, Hannibal couldn't keep up. Tobias was knocked off his feet of course, the bat having connected to his right shoulder and quite possibly shattering it. The string loosened when Tobias lost his grip and Hannibal carefully pulled it out with only a slight wince.
With another swing, Kailani brought her weapon down on the side of Tobias' knee and a loud crack filled the room. With Tobias downed completely, she finished off her assault with a swift hit to the ribs, forcing a cry of agony from the man's throat.
Hannibal was impressed, though slightly annoyed because he'd wanted to kill Tobias. But maybe he could do so later. After all, he admitted to killing two people before showing up and Hannibal had sent Will to him.
Kailani was breathing as heavy as he was and both simply looked down at the pained man on the floor. Kailani glanced at Franklyn's body and then to Tobias. "This one wasn't close enough to do that, was he?"
Smart of course, he wasn't surprised.
"But then again," continued the young woman. "No one would believe him since he's the one holding a weapon and even hurt you with it. Why'd he come here?"
Hannibal was curious, "To kill my patient and then me."
"Uh-huh, sure."
"He did. He's the newest serial killer Will was after. I had sent Will to him on the hints given by Franklyn, in hopes of bringing him down. I suppose Will didn't make it, since Tobias admitted to killing before coming here."
"Fuck! You are so lucky I don't really care about killing. I just can't believe that Franklyn's own friend would kill him like that," she said, false wonder in her tone.
She was playing along. Good.
"I-I didn't… kill him!" gasped Tobias.
Kailani snorted, "Who's gonna believe you? I most certainly won't vouch for you when you killed my friend, you ass."
Tobias would die painfully. Taking away Hannibal's possible friend before they could actually ascend to that level.
Kailani sniffed, eyes glassing over, though no tears fell.
"We should call, Crawford."
"We should move Franklyn a little more toward the door first."
With a groan, she accepted the pocket square he handed over and together, they managed to heft him by his feet and hands, about two feet closer to the door. Tobias' groaning filled the background.
Every time some kind of drama happened in the office, they found themselves sharing tea on the lounge, while the workers went about their jobs. Kailani's bun had become dislodged during her attack and she looked emotional. Hannibal's perfectly slicked hair had become ruffled and hung in front of his eyes. His arm was wrapped in gauze to stop the bleeding.
Kailani sneered at the Tobias man. Pretended to be Franklyn's friend just to kill him. The rat bastard.
Hannibal's gasp of, "Will!" caught her attention and her head snapped to the door, where Will walking in behind Crawford.
Alive. Will was alive.
The brunet walked on over, looking at them. "Are you okay?"
Kailani scoffed while Hannibal hummed.
"I… thought you were dead," admitted Hannibal softly, eyes looking glossy.
"Ditto," added Kailani, feeling lighter and happier and completely guilt free over lying to the FBI over a death.
Will smiled, meeting Hannibal's gaze and then hers. Willingly. It showed much in emotional development.
Crawford questioned them over Tobias' destination of their office right after killing two cops and Hannibal spun a good tale while Kailani explained her part in it, handing over the bat.
"You bring a bat to work?"
"Ever since I started. I'm not licensed to carry anything else, and bats aren't illegal."
Crawford buggered off finally, leaving the three to speak in hushed tones, because some people just had to be so damn nosey.
"I… feel like I've dragged you both into my world," said Will, a look of guilt over his face,
Kailani laughed outright, finding it funny as hell. "I had experience with serial killers before I met you, hun. You didn't drag me anywhere."
"And I got here on my own," Hannibal murmured, smiling up at Will in a way that made Kailani want to squeal. "But I appreciate the company."
Oh, they were so fluffy!
"Kailani, I think we're going to have a small holiday. Maybe a week, before getting back into motion," Hannibal said thoughtfully.
"Ooh, goody!"
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