Elizabeth ran a hand through her hair and then snuggled up closer to the seat of her car which was too warm to leave. After a moment of calming herself down from the heated conversation she had with Dr. Gideon earlier, Elizabeth finally got out of the car and walked inside of the hospital.

"Do you have an appointment with Dr. Chilton?" The secretary said rudely.

"FBI. He's expecting me and two others. Dr. Alana Bloom and Special Agent Will Graham," Elizabeth answered as she walked into the office of Frederick Chilton.

"Wait-"

Elizabeth closed the door behind her and a well-dressed man in a seat sitting behind a desk sat up which she assumed to be Dr. Chilton.

"Frederick, so lovely to see you again" she greeted and walked more into the room.

"Long time no see indeed. Agent Graham. I didn't even know that Will had a sister."

"You and everybody else," she replied and crossed her arms over her chest. "I'm here about Dr. Abel Gideon."

"Yes," he started. "I've been very anxious and curious to meet you again. You are the talk of every conversation."

"You've been waiting to meet me," she questioned. "Why?"

Frederick stood up and put his hands in his pockets. "I remember the first time we met. Meredith took me to see you when you were giving a lecture on Roger Kane, The Bayard Butcher."

"There were a lot of people I met that afternoon. Sorry for being rude the firs time we met," she told him.

"Now we're somewhat friends."

"Somewhat," she told him. "So what has he been talking about me?"

"The question is why you are his topic of choice," Frederick pondered as he came closer to her. "He's very interested in you."

"Because The Ripper is," she told him. "Don't forget who planted that thought inside of his head. He doesn't know who he is right now; you could say that he's having some sort of identity crisis. He's not as confused as before. You wanted him to be the ripper and now he's showing you what he's capable of."

"I heard that the ripper's been terrorizing you," he commented. "What did he do?"

"Meredith and her mouth will get her in trouble one day. Well, he knows everything about me including what I like."

"David Heads," Frederick answered. "Boyfriend, I'm assuming."

"Yeah," she replied softly. "He was. He was a real controlling asshole though."

"And the ripper decided to end his life because he thought of him as a pig." He realized.

"Yup. Even gave me flowers. My favorite ones. Meredith said that the white flower means 'I'm thinking of you'," Elizabeth told him and stared out the window. "He's taken my favorite necklace, broke into my house, played a threatening song about how the man would rather kill the girl then see her with anyone else, and wrote me a poem."

"A poem? There was so such record of that, Agent Graham," he reminded her.

She nodded. "I know and no need for formality. Call me Elizabeth."

"Why didn't you tell anyone about this?"

"Because the poem was nicely placed under my pillow after I went to sleep. It wasn't there before I slept," she confessed coldly.

"You're scared."

She rolled her eyes. "Anyone would be. He was in the same room as me when I was sleeping and close enough to kill me."

"He's making a point that he could've killed you, but spared you because he has more planned for you," Frederick said grimly. "You attract a lot of serial killers with mental disorders, Elizabeth Graham."

She groaned and smiled sarcastically, "Oh, Doc, don't remind me."

Frederick chuckled in amusement. "You're much more agreeable than your brother."

"That's because you haven't pissed me off yet."

"Can I see the poem?"

Elizabeth raised an eyebrow in curiosity. "What makes you think I have it on me?"

"Because you want to remind yourself exactly what you're dealing with, Elizabeth. You don't want to be fooled twice. You know the saying, right? Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice-"

"That will never happen," Elizabeth interrupted him saying.

"Never say never," he told her. "Now let me see the poem."

She sighed and handed the piece of paper that was in her pocket over to him as he read aloud:

"I'll gaze no more on her bewitching face,
Since ruin harbours there in every place;
For my enchanted soul alike she drowns
With calms and tempests of her smiles and frowns.
I'll love no more those cruel eyes of hers,
Which, pleased or anger'd, still are murderers :
For if she dart, like lightning, through the air
Her beams of wrath, she kills me with despair :
If she behold me with a pleasing eye,
I surfeit with excess of joy, and die.

Greetings From The Ripper."

He sighed. "Well, that definitely sends a message, doesn't it?"

"It's called Murdering Beauty by Thomas Carew. Tobias sent me a poem similar to this one."

"Do you think that it's The Copycat Killer?" He asked.

"Could it be possible?"

"No, it would be impossible and yet possible. What game is he playing with you? He's never done this before."

"Perhaps he has and we just haven't found out about it yet." Elizabeth suggested.

"You need to realize how careful and cautious you must be from now on, Elizabeth."

"You don't think that I know that," she snapped coldly at him. "I know that I need to be what he wants me to be right now without causing suspicion."

"And what's that I'm wondering?"

"If my life is a chessboard and am I forever going to be a pawn?" Elizabeth questioned lowly in thought as she looked out into the distance.

"So how's Meredith?"

"Why do you want to know? Didn't you two break up a couple of months back?"

He nodded. "She's in town, isn't she?"

"Yeah, why?"

"I saw her at the store when I was out of sugar. She looked sad and tired."

"She's going through some stuff. I can't tell you anymore because I'm her friend, not yours anymore. She would kill me if she found out that I talked to you."

"Just because we broke up, doesn't mean that I don't care about her. I do. Heartily."

Just then Will and Alana walked into the room when Frederick was pointing a magnifying glass onto the piece of paper which held the poem, but as soon as he saw them, he casually hid it in one of his books.

They shared a look before Will asked, "Are we interrupting anything?"

"No," she responded after a moment. "We were just getting acquainted actually."

"You must force yourself to take a step back," Bedelia informed Hannibal as they sat across from each other.

"Just watch him lose his mind," Hannibal questioned.

"You've already made Elizabeth your girlfriend against my advice to you not to do so. You gave her a necklace and are now deciding to be intimate with her, am I wrong?"

"No, you are not."

"This is only in a month that you've made these big decisions. People usually take time before they take big steps such as you have done. That is what truly worries me because of how quickly attached you seemed to be to her."

"I like her."

"How much?"

"A lot."

"Why, Hannibal? What draws you in her world every time?"

"I tried to take a step away from her, but I can't stop thinking about her. Elizabeth is like me in most ways than either of you think her to be. She has this light in her eyes and I want to snuff it out every so often," Hannibal replied.

"You have extreme interests in the both of them, why is that?"

"They are my friends," he said simply.

"Experiments can't be your friends, Hannibal."

"Elizabeth is not like that. I want her."

"I know, but every time you feel yourself losing control, you must leave." Bedelia warned him. "You must take a step back with Elizabeth and leave. Do you understand? It is crucial that you leave when your control is losing. You lose control most when it involves Elizabeth. She's a different personality from you, Hannibal. She will get curious and will want answers from you later on. If she's anything like you as you claim she is then if you lose control then she will get suspicious of who you actually are between the two Hannibals that I know of."

After a moment of silence, Hannibal replied evenly, "I know. That's what I'm waiting for actually."

TBC…

THANK YOU FOR THE REVIEWS, FOLLOWS, AND FAVORITES! I know that some of you are probably confused about Hannibal right now. Well, Hannibal's main reason is to keep Elizabeth close to him since she is the one working on his case and by the first time he met her he realized just how much of a threat she is to him. So he decides to get close to her because he was curious to see what would happen if he were to be her friend. He doesn't love her, but he feels something for her once he realizes within time that they are a lot like. He wants to now make her like him and Will. I hoped you liked this chapter.

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