Tonight their names were Charles and Isabelle Freedman. Hannibal and Clarice had not discussed marriage or what exactly they were. But for the crowd's sake, they thought it would make them blend in better to have their two personas married. Hannibal had never told Clarice about the fact that their new identities were married and she did not object when he showed her the passports and information. That pleased him.

Neither had really discussed what exactly their relationship was, all Hannibal knew was that Clarice had given up her life of enslavement to the FBI to join him, and Clarice knew that she had brought some peace to Hannibal's life. Neither of them had changed, but they have each grown in their perspective ways.

Charles waited downstairs while Isabelle got dressed upstairs. He was dressed immaculately in black suit, black undershirt, and an emerald green tie. His hair was slicked back and he stood leaning against the countertop reading the paper, elegant described him well. Isabelle descended down the stairs in an emerald green gown to match her husband's tie. It was very form fitting with the bottom flaring out slightly. The dress was strapless and showed Isabelle's strong shoulders. She had a necklace on with bright diamonds hugging her neck. She curled her hair and it framed her face nicely. For make up, which she did not wear often, she kept it simple with a darker nude colored lipstick and some mascara. Her shoes were also of a nude color, high heels that showed her shapely feet. When she came around the corner and Charles looked up his breath caught for a moment. His eyes widened and for the first time in their exchanges she got to enjoy the sight of him being surprised. He took a deep breath and came closer to her.

"Moments like this truly make me understand the way Dante felt for Beatrice. It also makes sense why he would assign her the role of his guide through heaven."

Isabelle smiled, "And shall I be your guide?"

Charles took her hand and brought it to his lips where he gently placed a kiss on her knuckles, "My dear, you already have. Do tell me, is this the infamous dress you tried on at the market the other day that I wasn't allowed to see?"

"Yes. You are a hard man to surprise, so I wanted to keep you in suspense."

"You always keep me in suspense my dear. Having said that, I am not without a few surprises myself. Before I show you, I want you to promise me something."

"Of course."

"No matter what, you must maintain honesty with me, and if, in anyway this gift makes you uncomfortable, you do not have to accept it."

Isabelle stiffened slightly, she had never seen him stumble with his words. If anything, she felt like he never ran out of things to say.

"You have my word."

Hannibal reached into his pocket and pulled out a black box. He brought it around for her to see and lifted the lid exposing the bright diamond ring inside.

Isabelle gasped, "That is….beautiful."

Charles waited for a beat, his heart was beating so loud in his chest he could hear it in his ears. For a brief moment he wasn't quite sure what he was doing. He just thought it felt…right. He wanted her for himself. He wanted her and her alone.

She took the ring out of the box, observed it, and a single tear ran down her cheek, "Would you place it on my finger please?"

He took it from her hands and slipped it on her ring finger, a perfect fit.

He started to speak, "I-"

"I love you." She interrupted.

He stood straight and still before her and smiled. He brought her in for a kiss, gentle and light at first. One hand was resting on her cheek the other was at the small of her back. When he pulled back, she kissed him this time bringing one hand behind his head to pull him in closer and the other rested on his shoulder. The kissing became more frantic. She stepped forward and pressed him against the kitchen countertop. She grabbed his tie and loosened it and he began to unzip her dress from behind.

"I thought we were going to dinner and a show Hannibal?"

"I will give you a show, Clarice."

He spun her around and now her back was against the countertop. She unbuttoned his shirt and he pulled her dress down. He then picked her up and carried her up the stairs.

"Back upstairs?" she asked.

He glanced down at her, "For what comes next Clarice, will take the rest of the evening, I want you as comfortable as possible before we continue."

"All evening? Promise?"

"Promise."

He carried her over the threshold into the master bedroom and shut the door behind him.

Needless to say, neither of them made it to their dinner reservations, or the show….

Will Graham drove to the old duplex that Starling and Mapp used to share. He knocked twice and Mapp answered promptly.

"Mr. Graham, what can I do for you?"

"I have approval from Clint to take you in for questioning."

"What?! For what? I haven't done anything!" Ardelia was outraged.

"If what you say is true then come with me, let me ask you some questions, then you may get on with the rest of your day."

"What the hell could I possibly be questioned over?"

"For assisting Clarice Starling in her escape."

"I didn't assist anyone in anything."

"But you were home the night she escaped?"

"Yeah, so what? Am I not allowed to be in my home?"

Graham was getting frustrated and pushed the door open hard knocking Ardelia back until she fell on the floor.

"I am getting sick and tired of the games, Starling already made a fool of me once, do you seriously think I am gonna let you do the same? Get up and get on the couch, now!"

Ardelia stood slowly and walked backwards keeping an eye on Will. She sat to the far right of the couch where she kept a tiny gun hidden away between the cushions for easy access if she needed to. Will sat on the coffee table looking her dead in the eyes.

"Don't think this is FBI protocol Will."

"Listen Ardelia, I have other people I need to question today. But first you and I are gonna have a long talk. Does this look familiar?" He pulled out a copy of the National Tattler.

She looked at it and back to him, "It's a news rag…what about it?"

"Well you see, Starling left Lecter a code in here…a sort of meeting grounds. I deciphered it myself based on the books Starling kept here in your home. The ones you gave me. Well, it turns out the book they were using was one that was missing from the inventory in that box."

"So? Maybe she took it out earlier."

Will laughed, "You must take me for an idiot. Starling was laid off and brought the box home, the next day she gets a call from Lecter and goes off chasing him. Then she ends up at Krendler's lake house dressed in nothing but a black dress. So when did she have time to grab the book? You want to know my theory? After she killed the officer and escaped, she came back here to get some things and the book. You just confirmed with me that you were indeed home, and I think you helped her. There is a certain timeline I know that Clarice was here. And please spare me the bullshit of I wasn't home when she was here, because I already pulled your phone records. Based on the timeline that Starling had and those phone records, I know you were here."

Ardelia sat staring straight at him with a look that could kill a man. She had to think, "That is all you have to go off of? A book? Please. That isn't enough to hold any evidence. Get out of my house Will."

Will shook his head, "I am only gonna say this once more Ardelia, did you assist the fugitive Clarice Starling?"

"No!"

Will stood upright and walked towards the door. Ardelia slid her hands between the cushions slowly reaching for the gun. His back was to Ardelia and he was staring outside.

"Do you have a way of reaching her?"

"No. I gave everything that I knew and have to the FBI. I haven't done anything." Her hand was resting on the gun now, but she kept it hidden between the couch cushions for now.

"That is all very unfortunate. Have a good day Miss Mapp. Thank you for your time."

He abruptly left leaving Ardelia on the couch speechless. Will made it the car where Agent Hill waited.

"Any luck Will? I thought we were taking her in for questioning."

"No, change of plans…she isn't talking. But I will take care of her personally later. Right now, there is one more lead I want to follow before I make my next big move."

"I didn't know you had another lead."

"The night of his escape there was a lot of blood found in the kitchen that belonged to Hannibal Lecter, forensics team said he wouldn't last long with that much blood loss unless tended to rather quickly."

"So what does that mean?"

"I don't know the extent of his injuries, but it means he would have needed help. I pulled up a list of colleagues he had near where Krendler lived. I came up with a very short list. He could not have gotten too far with that much blood loss, he would have needed to stay close and lay low for a while. The first one on my list is a Dr. Alexander Wright. He was closest in proximity to Krendler's house."

"What are you going to do with Miss Mapp?"

"That depends on how this next questioning goes. I may need to draw out Lecter and Starling. Lecter doesn't have anyone close to him that I could get to and neither did Starling. But she did have Miss Mapp, and from what I heard, the two were very close. In order to draw Starling out, something may need to happen to Miss Mapp. But until then, we shall continue with the questioning. I want to assess all my options before deciding what is the best course of action to take."