Who says the Ripper case can't cause love?

Chapter 12

Sara sat across from Doctor Chilton, him staring back. "I see you're not going to get out of this one again, are you?" He asked, looking at the straight jacket, smirking. "Not in front of you you slimy-" Sara stopped, seeing Will and Hannibal sit down next to Chilton. She sighed, mumbling something under her breath. "Sara, that was uncalled for and you know it." Hannibal snarled, staring at her. "I didn't agree to be psychoanalyzed!!" She yelled, pounding her jacket on the table, completely undone. Will looked on in shock, how she could possibly do that. "Miracles." She grumbled, staring Chilton in the eyes, growling and cursing in another language. Hannibal hit her head, in a way similar to 'shut the hell up, Sara' in sign language. She sat back, spinning back and forth, side to side in the chair. "So, Sara needs to be psychoanalyzed, the doctor's think it's a good idea.." Chilton said, rolling his eyes,  "by doctor's, I mean myself." Sara was about to sit up and slap him across the face, but Will pushed her back down, not wanting her to be there in the first place. After a while, Sara was deemed mentally unstable, but not insane, therefore, they couldn't keep her there. Hannibal took her into his hands, not after her defending herself that she could be alone. "Well. Sara, Will, let's go home."