The Chesapeake Ripper and The Baltimore Ripper

The Photos

I slightly opened my tired eyes to see Hannibal asleep beside me, he looked peaceful. I did have thoughts about leaving but something told me to stay, so I have. I hesitantly got out of his bed to pick up my underwear and his shirt - that were both on the floor still - and I quickly put them on then, I wandered into his bathroom. I slowly shut the bathroom door behind me then, I turned on the light and it irritated my eyes a little so I quickly wiped them. I was to get Oscar today so I was pretty excited but then the realisation hit me, that Abel Gideon is still out there somewhere. I leaned on the bathroom sink and splashed myself in the face with some nice cold water. I wiped off my face using a towel then I left the bathroom, feeling a little better. I got back into bed with Hannibal and I kept checking on him, to see if I woke him. I laid down on my side and I tried to get some sleep.

——— the FBI ———

Several hours later, I stood outside the FBI head quarters and I got a call off the mechanic that was fixing my bike. I quickly answered, hoping and praying that my motorbike is all in one piece again.
"Hey, ma'am. So uh... we got your bike over here and it should be done tonight at around nine, that alright with you?" The mechanic asked me.
"Yeah, that's great. How much is this all gonna cost?" I asked him, dreading for the High price.
"A few grand" the mechanic informed me then dropped the call. I groaned out loud and wiped my eyes, reminding myself that I'm in public and can't cause a scene.
"Grace"
I turned around and saw Jack standing behind me, seeming angry or disappointed.
"My office" he said sternly, then walked back into the building without letting me ask anything. I pulled a puzzled look then hesitantly entered, wondering what this will all be about.

I slowly entered Jack's office to see him sat at his desk, clasping his hands together while Hannibal stood up holding his trench coat and Will had his arms crossed while looking down at the floor. They all seemed... embarrassed almost.
"What's up?" I asked Jack, shutting the door behind me then standing beside Hannibal. Hannibal glanced my way then gave me a quick smile and I gave him a quick smile back.
"That's all you gotta say. You're not going to tell us anything? Apologise for anything?" Jack asked me, angrily.
"I don't have to apologise for anything" I replied back to him, confused.
"Oh, you don't" he scoffed. I slightly raised an eyebrow and wondered what they all discovered because I really didn't want to have to kill Jack here and now to flee. Jack quickly typed down at his keyboard the spun his monitor over, to reveal a photo. The photo was me and Hannibal making out yesterday, in my dress and his shirt and waistcoat.
"Ah" I just managed to say, that seemed to have irritated Jack more. Hannibal looked away from the photo, biting his tongue while Will was picking the skin off his bottom lip. Jack showed another photo and it was Hannibal carrying me up the stairs.
"And there's... no more photos?" I asked Jack.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Jack asked me with a sarcastic smile on. I slowly crossed my arms and stared right back at Jack.
"Who sent them?" I asked out loud to anyone.
"My best bet is Abel Gideon" Will said to me, but avoiding to look at me.
"May we please remove the photos? I feel that it's not helping the current situation" Hannibal pleaded to Jack. Jack spun the monitor back around and did a few clicks with his mouse then looked around To face us all.
"Might I remind you two that you are patient and psychiatrist, also colleagues" Jack said to me and Hannibal, pointing his two fingers at us.
"I'm only in this 'therapy' because you told me to go there, when I'm perfectly fine" I reminded Jack, angrily.
"She is mentally stable, Jack" Hannibal added in.
"Didn't she throw a drink at someone yesterday, doctor?" Jack asked him.
"Because he tried to drug me!" I shouted to Jack, astonished by him.
"She could've done much worse, only a drink was thrown at him" Hannibal justified to Jack.
"I can't believe you two. A crazed killer is still out there and soon there's going to be a child in both of yours care" Jack lectured. I sighed and looked down at the floor.
"You're talking to us as if it's our fault Gideon is still out there" I snarled to Jack.
"We're both responsible adults, Jack. We are both capable of making our own decisions" Hannibal said to Jack.
"Then you'll be so responsible as to sign these papers and let Grace see someone else" Jack presented a small pile of papers to Hannibal on his desk. My jaw slightly dropped and Hannibal tilted his head at Jack.
"She's making tremendous progress Jack, it would be a shame for it all to go to waste" Hannibal told Jack, trying to make him change his mind about this stupid decision.
"You should've thought about that before, right doctor?" Jack responded to him sarcastically. I turned to face Hannibal to see he was also not happy with what Jack was doing.
"Don't sign them" I whispered to Hannibal, clinging onto his arm. He looked over at me and saw the desperation in my eyes but we both knew that it wasn't in either of our hands to make that decision.
"I'm taking a vacation day" I hollered while looking at Hannibal, then I left Jack's office in a hurry. I can't believe that Jack is making me see a new therapist, I'll just boycott it. Just sit there and not make a sound.