Hannibal watched as people made beelines toward his doll.
She is evidence so that makes sense.
People poked and questioned her all day.
He figured he'll get his chance.
He can't be near her for too long anyway.
Her scent is too much to handle.
Her skin is emitting a rare kind of sweetness and she's every bit too succulent.
Keeping his composure is a challenge around her.
She was treated with so much care it's hard to imagine "The master" was working alone.
A dedicated father and a serial killer, and all along he had a mental incapacity? You got to admire that.
Without her father she's vulnerable.
How will this doll survive alone? Out of the sanctuary? (He grins).
"Dr Lecter!" Will Graham called his attention.
"You're grinning like a plan just fell into place. Do you mind sharing the mystery?" Hannibal responded with a plain smile.
"It's been two days now Jack. I mean look at her! Every part of her is exhausted.
She's unresponsive because she's tired. Let's give her a break Jack." Alana Bloom almost pleaded.
I don't think she has enough energy to process the questions we are throwing at her anyway"
Jack Crawford closed the case folder he was reviewing.
"How about we give Doctor Lecter a stab at it" Jack's choice of words amused Hannibal.
As menacing as he was, Hannibal was already on the verge of smiling; he knew that would be very inappropriate though.
"Doctor Lecter?" Jack tried to get Hannibal's attention.
"Yes?" Hannibal reacted as if he was caught doing something inappropriate.
He stood up with his common class "My apologies. I will try my best".
Hannibal entered the charge room:
She was facing the wall with her back to him.
"Luna?" She raised her head slowly and turned around to the direction of Hannibal's voice.
She was almost lifeless, those eyes however are still as captivating as the first time he saw them.
She stood there, without looking at him. She was merely facing him. "Could you come closer?"
She took a step closer and another... until she was already against the edge of the table.
"You may sit down" he instructed and she obliged.
"My name is Hannibal Lecter, I'm a psychiatrist; I know your name is Luna; can you tell me your last name?" she remained quiet.
Breaking her mystery is going to be difficult, this proximity however, is every bit satisfying.
"I understand you are tired, would you like a glass of water?" he asked and he got silence.
Her hands were clasped together on the table.
He imagined the texture of her skin and how it would feel under his touch.
Captivated by the thought, out of instinct he leaned forward.
As if a reflex, she withdrew from him. He didn't expect that.
She was apathetic until now.
She was afraid and her fear was food to his soul.
"Your father, he was a doll maker am i correct" she remained hushed.
His questions are starting to get more personal, the heavy breathing is a sign that she's starting to react to him.
"Do you remember what your father was doing before we found you?" a trick question.
Jack is already smiling on the other side of the glass; Hannibal was sure of it.
She raised her head, stared Hannibal straight in his eyes
"...Did you mean, before you found me…?" that caught him off guard.
It was a good thing Hannibal had his face down.
The mirrors would have revealed something of him and it would have been his undoing.
Hannibal felt fire emanating with her sweetness, it's making her scent more pungent… and then it faded.
Jack and Alana burst into the room.
Luna was already unconscious on the floor.