Who says the Ripper case can't cause love?

Chapter Two

"Um..." he pauses for a while, glancing away from her. "Don't worry about it... I think Doctor Lecter mentioned that he is planning a large meal for me tonight, anyway." "Are you sure? I'm not going to force you, but I'll take myself out..." She sighed, looking down. "You know what, forget about it, forget it all. I'll just order something to the office. I have to work late anyway.." Will glances at her again briefly, then at the ground. He sighs and rubs the back of his neck.
"I'm sorry," he says quietly. "Another time, maybe. I mean...I'm a little on edge today, as it is." "Don't worry about it, listen, I have to get back to work, talk you later?" He nods in response and glances at her again, just staying silent now. She walked out, shaking her head, holding it in her palms, hitting her head on her desk. "I try, I always do...don't beat yourself up over it Sara...he's just busy.." Hannibal Lecter decided to invite some other people from the FBI. This was allow him to get on good terms with them all and make his plot ten times easier. Hannibal was making sautéed lamb in a Merlot wine sause garnished with some type of flower. It would look quite lovely, he hoped. He was cooking it now so it would be fresh for his guests. Hannibal peaked his head in for but a moment. "Temperature preference?" He was the only on there. It looked like the others would eat to their tastes. He glances up and over at Hannibal when he shows, then shakes his head in response. Sara just stared, face first in her book, looking up and around occasionally. "Hm? Oh, I don't mind."