Elizabeth didn't like surprises. They were worse than those pop out jack-in-the-box toys that had nice music to it and then BAM! Some clown pops out at you, smiling like The Joker. What kind of wacko creates that kind of toy seriously?! How can this be a child's toy?!

I remember when we were packing for a vacation and I needed to go to the bathroom. So I came back to my room a few minutes later and Will screamed hysterically at me when he suddenly jumped out of my suitcase. He was only eight at the time. That little shit could fit into the most impossible places. He was so small at the time. Will liked to scare me when we were young and every time I had cried my eyes out to our father. Luckily, he had stopped when he had turned eleven.

So imagine how she felt as she watched Dr. Lecter stroll up her pathway, looking at her the entire time he did. Elizabeth didn't like it when people stared at her especially men. She didn't like to be someone's center of attention. The way he stared at her…it was like she was some strange thing he had never seen before in his life and yet he wanted to inspect his findings further more on. It almost frightened her.

Almost.

Because of Will, she wasn't so easily scared now.

"Hannibal," Will greeted politely, managing to give the man a smile which was surprising for Elizabeth to witness. "Lizzie, this is Dr. Hannibal Lector, the friend that I was telling you about."

Hannibal gave her a charming yet polite smile which she returned with her own nervous smile as they shook hands.

"Hi."

"Will, I believe I have already met her in the parking lot of the Baltimore FBI building just early this morning." Hannibal told Will.

"Really? She didn't mention that."

Hannibal chuckled. "She refused to tell me her name though, Will."

Will chuckled and then took off his glasses, cleaning them with a handkerchief he had in his pocket. "Yeah…she doesn't trust people."

"She is standing right here, Willy," she sang.

"I know," he sang back. Hannibal looked between them back and forth. "Hannibal, this is my younger sister, Elizabeth."

"Lizzie for short," Elizabeth said.

"Elizabeth," he tested the name on his tongue and it sounded so different with his accent. She wondered where this strange man was from actually. "I didn't you had a sister, Will."

"Oh, well…um"

"We're half siblings," She elaborated. "Twins born with different fathers."

"Heteropaternal superfecundation. It is extremely rare with mothers," Hannibal answered.

Will stiffened and so did Elizabeth. Neither of them liked talking about her father and their mother…they weren't good people. If anything, Will is always her full blooded brother and nothing less than that. She thought of Will's father and she thought that same way about him always being her father. Nothing could change that.

"I'm sorry if I offended you in some way, Elizabeth," Hannibal said sympathetically, sensing her discomfort.

Elizabeth shook her head. "You didn't. Please call me Lizzie. Everyone does except the people who hate me of course."

"I imagine that is not a long list."

"You wouldn't be saying that if I arrested you, Dr. Lecter."

"Elizabeth, please call me Hannibal."

"Call me Lizzie and I'll call you Hannibal."

Hannibal's lips curved slightly though his eyes said something entirely different, but he masked that quickly so she couldn't study as well. "You drive a hard bargain I can see. Just like Will."

"Hannibal, do you live next door," she asked nervously.

"Yes, I do. I was taking out the trash when I saw Will here…and you." Hannibal explained.

"Interesting," Elizabeth replied softly as she crossed her arms over her chest.

"You two must come join me for dinner," Hannibal politely proposed.

Elizabeth and Will simultaneously responded,

"We can't."

"We would love to."

Elizabeth turned towards Will and pursed her lips. "Well, I'm sorry, Dr. Lecter, but I can't. I have plans this evening that require my attention."

"I hope it's nothing bad for you," Hannibal told her though she didn't believe it, but Will did.

"I'm sorry again, but I have a date tonight."

"A date?" Will questioned incredulously. "You just got here."

"Well, I have a boyfriend, Will," she confessed to him. "It's new."

"What's his name?"

Elizabeth scoffed. "Last time I told you his name, you got in a fist fight with him."

"In my defense, he wasn't a good guy and was using you." Will defended himself.

"No, he wasn't, Will. He was just misunderstood is all."

"Misunderstood?" Will snapped in disbelief and amusement. "Coming from the woman who actually slapped my ex-girlfriend because she started a rumor about me."

"I was defending your honor in a way…and besides I really hated that girl. She was mean to every one she met and picked on kids. She was so rude to people-it was so disgusting and she deserved what she got," Elizabeth pointed out to Will.

After a moment, Hannibal asked, "Do you both often go to violence to resolve your issues?"

She knitted her brows in confusion. "Are you a…is he a psychiatrist, Will?!"

"Well, yes, but-"

"Will, your friend-you know what we'll talk about this later. I have to go get ready so can you both please leave," she sighed heavily, feeling tired all of the sudden. She was about to crash in shorter terms.

Will nodded. "Alright, but later we were gonna talk about your new boyfriend or something."

Elizabeth smirked. "You aren't getting shit from me, Graham."

"We'll see."

Hannibal gave a nod to her and then said, "I hope we meet again soon…Elizabeth."

Hannibal watched her for a moment then followed Will as they walked over to his large house which happened to be next door to her small home. Elizabeth let out a relieved breath through her mouth and thought, they bought the boyfriend part. Just got to play the part and then I'm home free.

Elizabeth went to her car and quickly turned it on, driving away from the house and towards the store, Bed, Bath, and Beyond to find supplies for her new home.

THE NEXT DAY

Elizabeth knocked on the door and silently hoped that no one was there.

Hannibal opened the door and seemed surprised for a moment, but as quickly as it came, it just as swiftly went away and his expression was a genuine amusement of some sorts. "Elizabeth?"

"Dr. Lecter," she greeted. "May I come in? That is if you aren't seeing anyone at the moment?"

Hannibal shook his head. "No, I don't have another appointment until three in the afternoon."

Hannibal stood closer to the door as a silent gesture for confirmation to go inside. Elizabeth smiled graciously and walked pass him. As she did, Hannibal managed to catch a whiff of her sweet scent. She smelled of roses mixed in with the scent of lavender. The scent was rather intoxicating for Hannibal since he had never smelled anything like it.

Hannibal Lecter loved the way Elizabeth Graham smelled like. Her scent filled his head in waves, distracting him completely. Hannibal didn't like distraction- he couldn't like them. They were completely wrong and unethical.

She smelled delicious.

Hannibal closed the door behind him and asked, "What's your poison?"

"None. I tend to not drink alcohol."

"Why is that?"

"When I'm like that way, I lose control-become vulnerable. I like being in control of myself."

"Control seems very valuable to you, Elizabeth. Would you say that you like dominance over others?"

"No, not really. I always thought that I was little different than people my age." Elizabeth explained. "I need to talk to someone about Will. I'm worried about my brother."

"Yes, I am as well."

"You can tell me anything about Will because I know that you're not really his therapist, right?"

"You are correct, Elizabeth. "He's a troubled man."

"I sometimes think that I know who he is and then the next moment he's a completely different person like a switch has been either turned on or off at some point in their life. It was…well, I honestly don't know how to perceive it as, Dr. Lecter."

Hannibal observed the woman who wore a mask of emotion like he did. Perhaps there is some kind of small hope for humanity after all. "Are you sure you want to talk about Will?"

She nodded firmly. "Yes, I do. He's my brother and I need to know what's going on with him."

"Sometimes what frightens us can be confused with our interests in them," Hannibal said cryptically. "We know that they are dangerous…and yet we can't seem to stay away from them."

"I know the feeling."

"Would you like to talk about it?" he asked curiously.

She smiled weakly at him. "Perhaps another time for that, Dr. Lecter. We need to discuss my brother."

Hannibal sighed. "I feel as though Jack Crawford is pushing your brother to his limit and I fear it is slowly breaking him as the hours pass by."

"Jack seems like that kind of man. Will is everything to me and I don't know what I'd do without him in my life." She confessed to Hannibal who had his eyes trained on her the entire time she spoke. "What else is there?"

Hannibal shrugged a little bit. "You and Will are both secretive people. You are much worse than he is in my opinion. Will tells me only what he wants to share, but slowly he's becoming friendly towards me and is becoming more open. He has dreams-nightmares of losing himself. He's losing time it seems, but with you being here, I think that it will be better."

Elizabeth sighed and shook her head. "It was worse when we were young he became that way. It was like another person was taking over. I could see it in his eyes-so vivid and powerful in a way."

Just like yours…God, what's wrong with me?! i just barely met the girl.

TBC…

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