WHO ARE YOU REALLY: A Hannibal Fanfiction

Therapy

Blood Bank -- Bon Iver

Hannibal's office grew larger as she drove closer, the immensity was overwhelming to her. It was so grand. Of course in the rain she couldn't bare a moment to truly give it the regonition it so well deserved. Water droplets fell like bullets and wetted her hair; hands holding an umbrella that refused to open and her purse in another. She ran to the door with haste and sped up the stairwell, albeit her steps slowed as she looked out the window... The moon shone brightly, this early? It was only 5:30? She lodged her brows into place with thought of the oddness of the season. She looked around, better get going, she had another flight to go. And so India sped up the stairs.

She sat for a bit in the waiting room. While Dr. Lecter, wrapped up a session, presumably. Of course when he didn't answer the door she couldn't help but arise and wait by the doorway. Studying the frame and counting the wooden swirls in the design, her fingers pressed against the exterior and by accident the door creaked open. In the dark sat her psychiatrist- idle- almost like a statue except for the occasional breaths he took.

It was as if he was staring off into space "Where are you, doctor?" her query slipped as she approached his desk, in response he shifted his head. What was he so bewitched by? "India." he responded smoothly when he got up from his chair.
"Doctor, I can't see. Could I turn on a light?" India asked yet again another question.

The patter of rain against the windows was the only sound preventing absolute silence for that moment following. She switched on a lamp on another desk he had in his room; it was a bright light but didn't entirely illuminate the room like she wished it to. Green orbs drifted around the room and took note of things out of place "You mustn't have received my voicemail informing you that today I would not be able to have a session with any of my patients today." he spoke with such a monotone voice that an ever so subtle muscle tick in India's cheek replied in distaste, despite her standing at the window looking out "No, I never received one." she explained as she looked to him, unexpecting that he would be standing by his chair staring at her with such a scratched up face.

"Doctor Lecter, tell me what's going on."

And though his first reaction to her statement was no, he bit his tongue and stared at her silhouette for but a moment longer, then readjusts his stance "A friend of a patient attacked me today." he tilted his head and fell into an eerie silence as he chose his next words carefully, he watched India squirm slightly, maybe she didn't know how to take that "He fell against a pedestal and the statue on it hit his head." he lied smoothly.

What seemed like hours passed in a minute "Then I should leave, I guess." India responded sternly with disappointment swelling inside her.
"The storm is growing substantially more dangerous. Stay until it passes over us." Hannibal invited in an unchanging tone. India considered it, and looked out the window "Maybe... It's not such a bad idea." she was uncomfortable with the notion a bit, however she was willing to sit with him and speak of her anxieties less than a half an hour ago so maybe it wouldn't be such a bad idea. But unsure what they would do in the meanwhile made her nervous.

He vaguely wonders who he was last in a situation like this with. Then be envisioned the night he had spent with Misha when the soldiers held them captive. The sounds of rain draping over the grassy fields at night and his beloved sister standing by the window sill looking at him like a lost puppy. As lightning flashed he saw a glimpse of his sister in India's face, his blood ran cold before he snapped himself out of his deep reminisce.

"Sit down if you'd like, I'll get us a drink. Do you care for wine?" he asked as he slowly walked to his kitchen door "I actually don't -drink. " India looked down and took a seat in a cushioned chair. "Very well." His vision inclined then returned back to her. Something inside her stirred at his reaction, she wanted to apologize? She crossed her legs and called "May I ask you something personal Doctor?"