The Chesapeake Ripper and The Baltimore Ripper

The FBI

Grace's POV

"It's okay, I have you" I promised Arthur as I held him close to my body. He whimpered in my arms as the door kept on banging, terrifying us all. The shelter we were in was old, damp and clearly abandoned. My parents were rushing around to find a weapon but it was too late. The men burst through the door, their solider uniforms all dirty and bloody. Their leader pushed past them all and stared at me right in the eyes, with a toothpick in his mouth. His eyes looked cold and petrifying.

I twitched a little and opened up my eyes. It was just the same dream, so I was used to it. I slowly sat up and heard the birds chirp outside my house, so it's around dawn. I got out of bed and heard some knocks on my door. I groaned and adjusted my vest and walked downstairs.
"Who is it?" I asked to the person at the other end of the door, feeling cold.
"It's agent Jack Crawford, I need your input.." he said, with his tail between his legs. I rolled my eyes and opened up the door. It came to my surprise to see a man standing next to Jack, and he hadn't been in any newspapers I've been reading. The man wore a rich suit, a trench coat on and had slicked back his hair, making his hazel eyes more visible. He had the same cold look in his eyes, making me stare at him longer. The man just stared back at me with a faint smile on his face, before Jack broke me out of my dream.
"Ahem, madam?" Jack asked me. I quickly turned my head to his direction and gave him a smile.
"Yeah.. sorry, what do you need my help for?" I asked Mr. Crawford. He took off his hat and put it on his chest.
"The Chesapeake ripper killed last night, we were hoping for your input. You said you was a doctor?" the man said to me.
"I'm sorry, who are you?" I asked him, leaning on my door frame.
"I'm doctor Hannibal Lecter" he held his hand out to me and I hesitantly shook his hand. His palms were rough and yet so calming, so I quickly drew my hand away from his.
"Why me? I'm sure you have a special team to analyse bodies or crime scenes?" I questioned the two of them, since they did have a doctor with them.
"We do, but they have nothing" Mr. Crawford answered me. I sighed and looked back into my house, questioning if I should let them in or not.
"May we come in?" The doctor asked me. I turned my head back around to face them and shook my head, stepping outside and shutting the door.
"It's a mess, prefer to talk out here" I lied. My house was spotless but I didn't feel comfortable talking to them inside my home.

All three of us sat on my porch, as I viewed photos of the Chesapeake rippers victim and General Milkos' body.
"They're not the same people" I murmured to myself, since they didn't tell me they're different victims, well possessions.
"That's right. The Baltimore and Chesapeake ripper, how did you know they're different?" Mr. Crawford asked me.
"Well, firstly the media seems more interested in the Baltimore ripper so Freddie Lounds would've stuck her nose in. Also, they were both killed differently. The Chesapeake ripper did it for his own entertainment, well meal" I pointed at the slash wound on the photo and it was visible the ripper took an organ.
"How do we know he's a cannibal?" The doctor asked me, seeming interested in what I had to say.
"I'm sure his shelves are getting too full if he's keeping them as trophies, has to get rid of them somehow. Then there's no traces" I whispered to the doctor. I saw a faint smirk appear on his face, his eyes peering down at me. I didn't trust this man, I normally don't trust anyone but this doctor seems... dangerous.
"Okay... so how did the Baltimore ripper kill?" Mr. Crawford asked me. I glanced back down at the photos - on my lap - and wondered if I should clear up their path or kick more rocks onto it.
"They're angry. Knew them personally" I mumbled to Jack, putting my index finger on the photo and traced 'killer' on Grutez' forehead.
"Impressive, since that you just got these off photos. You said you're retired, could you help us find the rippers? It's a good opportunity for you" Mr. Crawford smirked to me. I shook my head, chuckling and giving the photos back to him.
"Well how else do you spend your time? It's a great offer" Mr. Crawford reminded me.
"My schedule says otherwise, Mr. Crawford" I stood up and brushed myself off. I noticed the doctor staring at my fingers then back up at me.
"It would helpful for another doctor to be around, to backup my theories" Dr. Lecter said to me. I sighed and looked away from them both. I could get them off my track, but I planned on doing my own case to avenge my own family.
"Okay.. fine..." I sighed. Mr. Crawford hurried to his feet and shook my hand.
"Thank you, and you can call me Jack" he said to me, he was clearly happy. I lightly chuckled and Dr. Lecter stood up and held his hand out to me. He was a little more taller than me and his hair slightly dangled in front of his face.
"I'm intrigued to see how this will go" he said to me, with a warm smile on his face. I hesitantly shook his hand as we stared at each other, he knows something.