Hello again! I know, this one is kinda short and not that funny but I promise that the next one will be worth it! I had a hard time describing the Emcee because he is quite a sight to behold, so you should probably google the words "Cabaret Emcee Broadway" and look at the first few pics you get.

Anyhow

Somehow, the former special agent and the former agent's former therapist found themselves in a dingy little bar in a cabaret in the middle of Berlin.

Appearently, their potential victim might be working there.

"Sorry, the cabaret is not open yet, darlings," said a soft male voice in a harsh German accent.

Hannibal turned around to face the man and was hardly able to keep his facial muscles in check at what he saw. The guy wore leather boots and tight black trousers which were being held in place by a kind of harness that looked like braces but went all the way down to the man's crotch to bring out a buldge. Apart from the braces, his chest was naked, save for a bowtie that was haphazardly tied to the harness. His nipples were rouged in a startling red and his face, though handsome, was quite pompously painted. His short black hair was untidy.

He moved gracefully and every sound he made sounded like an innuendo. Will was staring at the man, too shocked to form an answer.

"Are you the Master of Ceremonies? We overheard some talk about you," said Hannibal, audibly forcing himself to sound all smooth and superior.

The man in front of them grinned and came closer as if inspecting them. Hannibal could not help flinching back a bit while Will didn't even seem to notice. Lost in his chaotic thoughts and therefore lost to the world.

"Ah, two naughty boys, are you?", the Master of Ceremonies asked seductively and came even closer. Hannibal decided his best way of repelling this...creature would be to show him that he was a very naughty boy indeed. Not the kind you want to have inside your bed, though. Therefore, he put up a real effort to give this stranger his most scary-looking psychopath-smile.

The MC seemed like he wanted to say something when suddenly, Will shook himself, looked up sharply and said "Well, sorry for intruding, we'll be back later when the cabaret is open."

Then, he stiffly strode out of the gloomy bar. The MC seemed slightly puzzled. Stepping out of his seductive act, he asked:

"Is he alright?"

Hannibal genuinely did not know how to answer this question. By Will's standarts, "alright" probably meant "currently not having a mental breakdown" but given his erratic behavior just now, Hannibal could not even guarantee that. Instead, he answered:

"He will be.", inclined his head respectfully as to bid farawell (even though his expression was less respectful and more menacing; he did not want that man to ever approach him this rudely again. Had he not been vital to this investigation, Hannibal had turned him into stew or a nice lasagna) As he followed Will outside, he heard the MC person giggle.

Giggle. About him. Hannibal felt his blood boil when he heard the man mumble "Little tiger, isn't he."

Outside, he almost ran into Will in his rage. Will didn't seem to mind. Or care. Or even notice. "It's him. This is his design," he mumbled. Hannibal calmed himself and instead went into "helpful and understanding psychiatrist"-mode.

"So, he will be killed next. Why?"

"He's like he's out of his time. It angers the killer."

"Being out of sync with the rest disturbs the pattern," supplied Hannibal helpfully.

"So it's like exteme OCD and a god complex combined?", Will mused.

"It is not as simple but nevetheless an accurate description of the killer's symptoms," Hannibal answered.

"So he's against the nazis. But lots of people are. Especially in cabarets. Why him?" asked Clara. After many difficult hours with Will Graham and Hannibal Lecter, she was still trying to keep up.

"N-no, he's, he's different. It's almost like he is the cabaret. If I were the killer, he'd be my next victim," stuttered Will.

"How did you even find him?", asked the Doctor.

"Mere coincidence," answered doctor Lecter, "We overheard a talk about him as we searched for clues and Will was entirely convinced that this man was who we were looking for."

"Doctor, how long do we have?", asked Will.

"We landed three days before the traveler with the vortex manipulator will materialise here," the Doctor replied. C

lara was a bit confused as to why they had to conduct an investigation then.

"Hold on. If we know where and when he'll land why don't we just wait? We can just be precisely here in three days and finally-"

"Ish," the Doctor interjected.

"-catch him. Wait! What do you mean ish?", Clara asked but she already knew the answer.

"Well, I could trace where it'll land but it's all wibbly-wobbly. It could be anywhere in a five kilometer radius and you know, three -give or take one- days."

Clara sighed. Yes, of course. How could she forget the Doctor's inability to EVER be on time. Or the right place. Great.

"Where is the cabaret, then?", she asked instead.

"Just down the road, it's called the Kit Kat Klub. We were already there to see him," said Will. He was glad that the whole "wibbly-wobbly"-talk was finally at an end. It made his head spin and gave him a rush of anxiety.

"What's he like?", Clara asked him.

"He's… pretty special," Will trailed off, at a loss for words to describe that man he had seen.

"It would be best if you made your own picture of him, as he is quite difficult to describe," Hannibal added. Any descriptions he was able to come up with were quite insulting and non-objective.

"Okay, then. Let's go there to warn him. Will, do you… know where he is going to attack him?", Clara said.

"Uh, he'll want to humiliate him in front of everyone. He wants to be seen and celebrated. I'm pretty sure it'll be during the show."

"We're not going to warn him." Will and Clara stared at the Doctor.

"Why the hell not, Doctor?" his companion angrily asked. "We will catch him in the act," Hannibal said, looking at the Doctor with something close to appreciation. He hadn't thought the Doctor to be this calculating. Clara glare at him in consternation. He didn't seem to try being a Good Man right now if he had the same opinion as Hannibal Lecter. Even though the reasoning behind it was different: The Doctor genuinely wanted to catch a bad person, Hannibal was looking forward to seeing a colleague at work.

"But-"

"Clara, we can either save his life or all of the other following victims by stopping him," he said.

"No, Doctor. You can save all of them," she said solemnly. He realised she was right, of course. The Doctor always saved the day. That's why he was the Doctor, after all.

In the end, they agreed to watch the show in the cabaret and then decide what to do next. After all, there was plenty of time left. Ish. The Kit Kat Klub was a gloomy, raunchy place. Still, it wasn't uncomfortable, quite the opposite. The heavy, dark atmosphere swallowed up its visitors, but it was peaceful and grounding. The furniture was worn but inviting, the lights dim yet not too dark and the drinks as good as anywhere these days.

When they entered the cabaret, they decided to split up: Hannibal and the Doctor looked so out of place and weird that Clara decided they were to sit together on one of the small round wooden tables in front of the stage, and Clara and Will would pretend to be on a date, sitting on a table on the other side of the room. Every table was conveniently equipped with a telephone. The Kit Kat Klub prided itself with being the most modern cabaret in Berlin ("instant connection!"). It would be useful to be able to communicate. Between their numbers, the performers of the cabaret seemed to join the audience on the tables, because some of the people sitting there were in costume even though the show hadn't started yet.

One of them came up to the table on which Hannibal and the Doctor were sitting and introduced himself as Bobby in flawless English. Without really asking, he sat down next to Hannibal and began talking to him.

Across the room, Will snickered. "Look, Hannibal seems to tickle that guy's fancy."

Clara grinned. "I never thought that smooth git could look so uncomfortable," she said. "Serves him right."

Hannibal was indeed uncomfortable. That Bobby person kept talking and asking questions and made sure to make it very clear that he was gay. He also didn't miss the amused glances from Clara and Will which was a bit of a drawback, since she had been terrified of him only a few hours ago. He blamed Bobby.

"Oh, by the way, would you like a drink? I get them for free, you know," Bobby was saying now. Of course, Hannibal knew this man was trying to get him drunk but he decided that one drink might help him relax and regain his posture.

"Yes, that might be nice," he answered and forced himself to smile. The Doctor watched as Bobby made for the bar, secretly glad that he wasn't the center of so much unwanted attention. Bobby came back with a Whiskey. "There you go. I have to go now; the show is starting but I'll be back." He winked at Hannibal and disappeared behind the stage. Hannibal took a big gulp from his drink. It tasted beyond cheap to his refined taste buds but he was willing to ignore that for the evening. The curtain opened and the show began. Our four...heroes were in for a wild ride.