Hannibal's untold story: Hannibal's daughter

(18) ...shocked

Mischa's POV

I went straight to the kitchen and saw Hannibal cooking, I walked over and grabbed a glass from the cabinets and he didn't say much of a word to me.
"Is there any reason in asking if you're mad?" I asked calmly as I filled up my cup up with water. "I know you know." I added on. He flipped the liver in the pan - probably human liver - and he Turned around to face me.
"How was Will?" He asked me.
"He seemed okay. People thought I was dead at home." I informed him as I drank my water. I saw Hannibal clench his hands together and I got a little scared.
"And you... had intercourse, again" he snarled, gritting his teeth. I sipped a little of my water and put the glass in the sink.
"Some privacy, dad?" I asked and I walked over to the bathroom and I undressed. I quickly showered and mainly rubbed at my thighs. I got out the shower and changed into the robe that we always left in the bathroom. I brushed my teeth and went straight o my bedroom. I put on my PJ's and went straight to sleep.

——- time skip ——

I was back in the office, I typed into my keyboard and then a file dropped onto my desk and it startled me. I looked up to see Joyce and Rinaldo, crossing their arms at me.
"Hi... guys?" I said nervously. I opened the file and scanned it through, James and Francis fled and left some clues for us in the hotel room. Human bodies, mainly women yet again. They teamed Up on their kills. Glass shards in their eyes, semen on their thighs, missing flesh. All their murders mixed in one.
"Jesus Christ..." I murmured to myself.
"Yeah, they killed in Florence. Them two guys in the cells weren't lying" Joyce said to me.
"Okay, let's go on a hunt" I said back, Rinaldo chuckled as he inhaled some of his cigarette.
"Yes yes, sure thing. You could've taken them into the station when you saw them yesterday, Bedelia" Rinaldo told me. I raised an eyebrow and crossed my legs.
"Last I checked, I was just going to see their side of the story since they were the victims in that situation. I wasn't instructed to take them into custody because they didn't break a law so I'm sorry I was following the code!" I argued back. Joyce dangled her keys down and I looked over at her.
"Let's go to the crime scene" she said to me. I stood up and followed her out, making sure I hit Rinaldo's shoulder.

I opened the door to the motel and the smell hit me. Flies were already swarming around the body. I put on my gloves, as well as Joyce, and I went to investigate straight away. Photographers flashed their camera light and blinded me for a few seconds.
"Excuse me" I said. The crew left the room, leaving me with just Joyce and the crime scene. I knelt down beside one of the three bodies and I analysed her, I used my torch and looked her up and down, her stomach flesh was missing.
"He's continuing his work... building a skin suit. He thinks he's a transgender when really he just hates himself, maybe this was from abuse in his childhood" I exclaimed to Joyce. I watched her kneel down beside another body and she analysed that one.
"They're all the same body weight, same size. We could profile them, see if they're a mother. I read on a file that the 'Toothfairy' killed families." Joyce told me. I got up and held my hand out to her, she took it and I hoisted her up to her feet.
"Okay, we can go do that" I smiled to her. She smiled back. We left the room and walked to the cars, I was removing my gloves. I sat in the drivers seat and Joyce sat in the passenger seat.
"It's lunch time, are you off to go see your dad?" Joyce asked me as I reversed the car out.
"No. We fell out yesterday" I exclaimed as I drove to a fast food restaurant to grab some burgers and fries for our lunch.
"About?" Joyce asked me.
"Uh... he's done this before, he just doesn't like the fact that I'm seeing people" I exclaimed, minimising the real truth.
"Oh, so... still thinks you're his baby girl?" She asked me.
"Yeah. I mean, I don't blame him for what happened last time" I sort of zoned out a little as I drove.
"What... happened last time? You don't have to tell me" Joyce said. I glanced over to her then back at the road.
"It's in the past" I said back, deciding to not tell her about my miscarriage.
"I understand" she promised me. It was silent for the rest of the drive there.