The Chesapeake Ripper and The Baltimore Ripper

Oscar's mother

I checked on Oscar again during the night, since the uncomfortable feeling of being watched still lingered around me, like a shadow. Oscar was perfectly fine, he was sleeping well in his crib and often hiccuped, making me smile. I crept out of the room and hurried to the living room. I jumped on the couch and laid down on it, looking up at the ceiling with many thoughts in my head, all still the same thoughts.

As I was staring up at my ceiling, I heard a twig snap outside. I shot up and faced the window directly in front of me. I saw a figure get bigger and bigger, but the midnight sky blocked their identity. Suddenly, the figure smashed through the window, making me shield myself Using my arms. Once the glass fell to the floor, I saw a woman covered in dirt and she looked so unhealthy and malnourished. Flesh was peeling off her, her hair just contained mud, her scrawny body looked just like bone and skin.
"Oscar" she groaned out to me, that's when I realised it was Oscar's mother. She saw the confusion all over my face and I noticed as she took slow steps towards me, she was leaving faint blood prints behind her, onto my wooden floor. I rolled off the couch and heard her scream behind me as I grabbed a vase. I spun around and hit her around the head with it. It broke into pieces and Oscar's mother fell to the floor. She was barely responsive but still made strange noises, holding her head with one hand and using the other hand to help her up. I grabbed the home phone and tried to dial Jack but she suddenly pounced back up at me. She tackled me to the floor and as I tried to battle her off me, she tried to claw at my face and her saliva drooled onto my face, making me feel disgusted.
"Oscar" she groaned out to me again, like a zombie. I heard Jack faintly in the background, chanting my name as I tried to battle off this woman. I managed to roll us over and I needed her to be alive, sadly enough. She only got enraged even more once she saw I was on top of her, trying to restrain her wrists but she was far too vicious.

She managed to claw at me in the face and actually at one point, head butted me. I gasped in pain and my grip loosened on her and she used the opportunity to wiggle out of my grasp, and she succeeded, pushing me to the floor. I hit my back on my wooden and groaned in pain. I watched her slowly pull out a bladed rock from her pocket, it was very sharp and had dried blood on it. Her head tilted - almost touching her shoulder - and she gripped harder onto her weapon. I scurried over to a broken vase piece and showed her it in my hands.
"Not so special Now" I snarled to her. She did a wicked laugh and pounced on top of me. She managed to dive the rock into my groin and I screamed in pain but she landed on the vase piece I held up. I stabbed her again and she dug the blade into my pelvic bone, making me shriek. I stabbed her again and she became unresponsive. I pushed her off me and checked her wounds to see I might've stabbed her in the wrong places but Jack will see it was out of self defence anyway. I took in deep breaths and viewed my wounds to see they weren't serious but hella painful. I searched her god-awful body and pulled out a handkerchief from her jacket pocket. I hesitantly smelt it and the aftershave inflamed my nostrils, then I felt hatred fill me up. I stuffed the handkerchief into my pocket because I knew that he wanted me to find it.

I heard my door burst open then Will and Jack come into view, along with other agents. Will's eyes widened once he saw me on the ground and ran for my aid. He lifted me up, putting me in sitting position and I winced in pain. He supported my back while Jack was viewing my wounds, not sure what to do.
"Go check on Oscar" I pleaded to Will, shaking in my voice. Will was hesitant so I repeated myself but louder "now" I cried to him. He got onto his feet and ran to Oscar's nursery. Jack then supported my back and held my hand, as I kept wincing in pain.
"What happened?" Jack asked me. I pointed over at my window and then I got a light bulb hovering over my head, as I got a great idea.
"The Baltimore ripper... the Baltimore ripper had something to do with this" I cried to Jack. He seemed shocked and I looked him right in the eyes.
"They sent her after me" I whispered to him. Then I smelt the strong aftershave and saw Hannibal come into view. I glared right over at him as He slowly walked into the room and viewed Oscar's mother getting medical attention while I'm sat here with Jack. He then looked over at me and saw me staring right at him, he probably even saw a slight flame in them.
"She didn't stab too far into me, I'm fine I'm just..." I winced in pain again, making Hannibal get onto his knees beside me, holding onto my thigh and arm. I couldn't flinch away from his touch because Jack Will seem confused so I had to just sit there, like a child, as Hannibal held me tightly.
"If your theory is right Grace, we can't leave you alone" Jack warned me.
"I-I know" I bit my bottom lip to deal with the pain and I even slightly drew some blood from my lip.
"Don't do that, squeeze my hand instead" Hannibal offered to me. I used this opportunity and dug my nails right into the back of his hand and he just had to sit there and take it.
"Let's get you to the hospital" suggested Jack, trying to pull me to my feet. I quickly got out his grasp and clung onto Hannibal, as much as I hate him Right now.
"I can look after myself, I was a doctor" I reminded Jack, in a harsh tone.
"And I understand that, but let's go to some current doctors. Now" Jack responded to me, as if I would actually listen to him.
"I don't wanna go" I said in a demanding tone.
"Her injuries are not critical Jack, I can attend to her wounds" Hannibal jumped in. I rolled my eyes and Jack sighed as he kept glancing between Hannibal and I.
"I see what you two are doing... but fine, I have no power over this" Jack stormed off before I could tell him that Hannibal and I are not thinking like that.

——— Hannibal's home ———

Hannibal opened up his door for me and I managed to walk on my own, but slightly limping. Hannibal reached his arms out to take off my jacket but I turned around and pulled out his handkerchief from my pocket and hit it against his chest. He glanced down at it and picked it out of my hand. It was still muddy but still in good condition.
"It reeks of you" I said to him. He stuffed it in his blazer then stared back at me.
"Thank you for returning it to me" he gave me a smile and it only irritated me even more.
"How did you find her?" I asked him.
"She found me" he corrected me.
"I said it was the Baltimore ripper that sent her after me... but that doesn't mean I forgive you" I whispered to him. A slight smirk grew on his face and I wanted to slap it off, but I contained my rage.
"Taking it to your up-most advantage" he replied back to me, but I ignored him.
"Jack's going to want me to be with someone 24/7. I take it he'll prefer me with you, which I know you won't mind or else you wouldn't of sent Oscar's mother  after me, but that doesn't mean I forgive you... or that I love you" I said to him, slowly and seriously. His smirk faded a little and that eased me a little.
"I'm sleeping in a different room, and you're not 'attending my wounds'. I'm doing that myself" I informed him, hoping that I also listen to them.
"Why do you think Jack will want you here... with me?" Hannibal asked me, putting his hands In his pockets. He seemed interested as he slanted his head At me.
"Your a psychiatrist that makes the most of their precious time. You have space for me and know how to observe me, for my mental and physical well-being. Why wouldn't he choose you?" I slanted my head at him, mimicking him and he caught on, making him smile.
"I'll start on dinner, shall I?" He asked me then hurried away in the kitchen. I limped to the stairs and slowly walked over to his bathroom, to find some supplies for my wounds.

I sat on the bathroom floor, shirtless to attend to my stab wounds. I cleaned it up, to see better then I picked up my needle and pinched the wound, so my flesh would stick up and I could sew into it better. I bit my bottom lip to cope with the pain as I sewed up my stab wound. I've done this many times before, on myself and others. I finished stitching myself up and I cut off the remaining stitching. I leaned on the wall as I felt so tired and my eyes drooped. The poor sleep I've been getting was dawning upon me. Now, I have to sleep in the same house as the Chesapeake ripper who just sent someone to kill me, a few hours ago. I pulled down my pants and checked my groin to see it wasn't even that deep, it didn't even need stitching. I grabbed a damp cloth and wiped away the blood and wrapped it up in a bandage, same with the injury on my pelvic bone. I only put back on my baggy jumper that fell to my upper thighs and packed away all of the supplies I found lingering around Hannibal's spacious bathroom and threw away some bloody cotton buds etc.

Hannibal's POV

I dashed some sauce onto the two dishes then made sure they were perfect, mainly for Grace. She right about all she said to me. I knew she would survive the attack, and I purposefully left a possession of mine on Oscar's mother because I also knew she would search her for a source. I knew Jack would want her to be safe with someone, preferably with someone who was effective and caring. I didn't know, however, that she would use it to very own advantage and say that one of the rippers sent Oscar's mother after her - she's a smart girl. She's been truthful to the FBI, so Jack has no choice but to believe her. I towel dried my hands and went to go look for Grace, Intrigued to see what conversation shall pop up between us.

I creaked open the bathroom door and saw her asleep in the corner, in simply a baggy jumper - that she arrived in - and some of her clothes scattered around her. She still had some slashes in her jumper from when she was attacked and her brunette hair fell down in front of her face, blocking her beauty from me. I crept over and picked her up in bridal style and she felt so cold in my arms, but she wasn't shivering. I carried her to my spare bedroom and slowly laid her down on the double bed. I put the duvet over her and moved her hair out of her face, revealing her gorgeous features and scarred eyebrow. I cupped her cheek and realised she wasn't going to warm up any time soon so I hurried into my bedroom and pulled out a pair of my pyjama pants from my dresser then hurried back into her room and removed the duvet off her. I gently put the pyjama pants on her and as I was pulling them up her, she mumbled in her sleep and squinted open her eyes. She faintly looked around the room and her eyes fell on me, she looked like she hadn't slept in a while.
"I apologise for awakening you, I couldn't bare letting you get cold" I whispered to her, as I pulled the duvet over her again and putting my hand on her arm. She opened her mouth to say something but she just snuggled closer to the pillow and fell back asleep instead, almost instantly. That small gesture made me smile, she felt comfortable in my home. I went to kiss her forehead but I remembered what she said to me. She doesn't love me. I know that once Grutas is dead, she'll also leave. Not sure when but her and I both know thats the inevitable. I sighed then left the room, turning off the light and slowly closing the door.