"You're hardly one to forget so I don't know how one would so easily forget you," Elizabeth replied as she walked further into the factory room like reminded her of a scene out of a horror film. "Have you been watching too many horror movies lately? This scene looks a lot like a really bad and cheap horror film."

"I would watch your mouth, Lizzie," he threatened.

Clarice whimpered as she dropped down a little into the grinder. Elizabeth shrugged.

"Go ahead," she replied. "Drop them. They have no meaning to my life. My life won't change if they're dead. I'll still have Hannibal and Will. I don't see how you've hurt me."

Elizabeth watched as Roger came from behind a control center, striding towards. "What do you mean that you don't care?"

Elizabeth didn't know how she did it…perhaps it was possible because of her hormones, but she somehow managed not to care anymore. It's like she turned it off.

"I. Don't. Care." She told him slowly and glanced at the two people over the grinder. "Go ahead. Put them in the grinder. Two more names to add to your list. You wanted Clarice because she's like me and she really holds no value when you think about it…so kill her. See, what happens?"

Roger eyed her and her phone rang. She looked down to see that it was Will calling her; she ignored the call, silencing her phone. "Anyways, is this all you wanted me here for? Because I have a life to get back to and I'm done wasting it on you, Roger."

Elizabeth turned and started to walk away from him. She heard him following her, saying, "You can't just walk away. I killed Meredith, a woman who like a sister to you, you cried for days!"

"And? Is that supposed to mean something to me? I'm over it." Elizabeth told, still walking away from him.

"YES!"

"Well," she drawled out. "It doesn't."

Roger suddenly grabbed her neck, pulling her back towards him. "Okay so what would you do if I were to gut your stomach open and rip out your precious child?"

"I can make another one."

Roger laughed as she continued, "And Hannibal would be furious with you, he loves this child…I've never seen him angry…I'm curious to see what would happen though, wouldn't you?"

Roger's laughter died out and Elizabeth raised an eyebrow at that. Is he scared of Hannibal? Why? How?

"Why are you so scared suddenly?" She asked curiously, tilting her head to the side.

He narrowed his eyes at her. "Why are acting this way? You're acting like…like…"

"Like what, Roger? I'm hormonal," Elizabeth mused. "You could say I'm turning into a butterfly…or maybe a black widow."

"Your son is becoming more like his father," Roger laughed.

"What do you want, Roger," she asked, ignoring his question.

Roger breathed heavily and she tensed when his hand touched her growing bump which was now nineteen weeks. He looked into her eyes and then suddenly everything went black as he knocked her out.

Hannibal already knew where Elizabeth was and he tried to calm himself as he took a plane ride over there. He managed to plant a GPS into her phone without noticing and he knew that she would be angry with him if she ever found out, but ever since that night when she thought he was cheating on her with Alana and then up and left with him with his child, Hannibal felt worried.

The feeling was very unfamiliar to Hannibal since if something didn't go his way exactly then there would a back-up plan. Elizabeth was a weakness he didn't like to have, but yet it was nice to have someone love you.

Except she doesn't love the ripper, a voice inside of his head reminded him over and over again. She loves Dr. Hannibal Lecter, the psychiatrist, not The Chesapeake Ripper especially after all that you've done to her, how could she love you?

Hannibal shook his head and followed the map which led to her whereabouts. He knitted his eyebrows in confusion as he saw that it was an abandoned factory site in the middle of nowhere.

No one can't hear their screams; he thought suddenly and pressed his foot more on the gas pedal.

Elizabeth's eyes peeled open and saw that she was tied to a lounge chair in a room that frightened her to her core. A scream was stuck in her throat as she glanced around her, seeing pictures of her everywhere.

So many, many pictures, she thought.

She saw that her favorite flowers were all around her like she was being praised. Her eyes were wide as saucers as she saw every photo which had her in it. There were a couple of photos of her sonograms. Elizabeth also saw that there were photos of Hannibal scratched out and of her naked in Hannibal's house along with her own.

The most disturbing one was of the bunch was Elizabeth and Hannibal in bed together as they made love to each other, but what was really frightening was how close it seemed to be to their bed.

The door opened and Roger walked in. "Oh, good, you're awake. I've brought some food for you. You need to eat…you know because of the baby and all."

She stared at him as he put the tray down beside her. "What? What is all of this?"

"Oh, well, I wanted to make sure you were alright especially after Hannibal and all those other men after me of course," he said simply.

"You don't approve of Hannibal…and Meredith, right?" She asked carefully.

"They don't deserve you, Lizzie," he whispered. "Neither did Clarice or Klaus. They've treated you poorly, but don't worry because after I get rid of them then I'll go for Alana Bloom since she kissed Hannibal and hurt you."

Elizabeth put it all together. "So that's why you've been like this…to protect me?"

"Also to get your attention."

"But you were so angry."

"Well, you tried to kill me," he reminded her. "Of course I was furious that you tried to get rid of me."

"I'm sorry," she said meekly.

Roger nodded and scooted closer. "At first, it was all a game to me when I met you and then I fell in love with you, it wasn't a lie, Elizabeth and now that I'm out and you're here…and pregnant too! We can start a new life right here and now."

"What are you gonna do?" Elizabeth asked softly.

"Well, we're going to get married so that our child won't be a bastard."

"Our child?"

He nodded and told her, "Hannibal doesn't deserve to be the father…especially after what I've found out about your boyfriend."

"What is it?"

Roger opened his mouth to answer and then they head clanking outside. "I'll be right back."

Roger stood up and left her alone in the room. Elizabeth kept on struggling to get out of the ropes and whimpered since she saw that he had tightened them, remembering his mistake from before.

Roger came running back in through the door, cutting open her ropes. "Come on, we have to go."

"Why?!"

"He's here. I don't know how, but he is."

"Who?! Roger, who?!"

"The Chesapeake Ripper," he answered as they ran down a hall.

"Why is he even here?"

"For you of course," he answered.

They traveled down to some sort of basement and went down many flights of stairs. Elizabeth screamed out in pain and held in stomach.

"What's wrong?"

"Something's wrong with the baby," she whispered in pain.

Roger held her as she fell to the ground, holding her stomach in her hands. "Come on. We don't have time."

Elizabeth's hand reached out behind her as she gripped her stomach, finding pipe. She swung it over, hitting Roger over the head.

Elizabeth quickly stood up and ran as fast as she could back from the way they came. She breathed heavily as she heard footsteps behind her, running after her.

She was back where she came when she tripped on something, falling on her back. She scooted away as she heard Roger scream in the background. Elizabeth found Clarice and Klaus unconscious on the ground. She checked for pulses and let out a sigh of relief when she found them.

Elizabeth gasped when she saw a dark silhouette figure in front of her, but far enough to where she couldn't see their face.

"Ripper, yes?" Elizabeth asked curiously. "You saved me…why?"

She stiffened when he took a step closer and then she watched as Roger's head suddenly rolled out of the darkness towards her.

Elizabeth backed away slowly and stood up. "Who the hell are you?"

They didn't answer her.

"What do you want from me?!"

They came closer and his black glove came out of the darkness with a rose in his hand, setting it down on the floor before backing away and disappearing.

She quickly went over the rose and picked it up. Elizabeth went over to the furnace, lighting it up. She stared down at the rose and then threw it into the fire, watching as it turned into black and started to crumple up. She jumped as she heard police sirens and then someone called her name.

The doors slammed open as the SWAT team swarmed in through the doors. Hannibal came running through them as well, running towards her.

"Oh, Hannibal," she sighed as they embraced each other.

"Elizabeth," he whispered. "Are you alright? Is the baby alright?"

"We're both fine," Elizabeth replied, nodding and then she kissed him. "I'm okay. I'm so sorry for what I said. I didn't mean it. I love you so much."

Hannibal kissed her passionately and responded, "I know. Let's go home, okay?"

"Okay, but first we've got to get my father and Clarice to a hospital," she reminded him.

Hannibal held her tightly in his arms as she whispered, "I'm so glad you found. How did you find me-you know what? I don't care right now. I'm just so happy that you did."

"Me too."

TBC…

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