Product of a Murder

Obsessed

So it began just like that, and maybe it was because of the determination to catch him that she had fallen deep into the actual game. She had begun to forget her main purpose as to why she had made herself start getting counseled. She thanked herself, though, because he was actually a really great therapist or maybe it was just the unknown fact that she brought out things in him that were ultimately different that what he usually showed. She began to notice his reactions and actions 7 weeks into the meetings. Maybe it was because she challenged him, and in return, he challenged her.

Five months in she had completely changed, her mind seemed more clear and open...she even started doing better at work. She seemed to slowly drop the Chesapeake ripper case, it was almost like she forgotten the fact that someone was murdered and placed within her house. The past was more of a blur yet in a way it was clearer than it had ever been. She began to remember the things she loved...her hobbies, the way she would open her tongue and lick at the snowflakes in the air..the way she enjoyed her coffee in the mornings. She believed it was all her, it was her remembering for herself...she began to be happy for once even if she was surrounded by the countless crime scenes and murder. She never forgot her captor, she never forgot the way the bullet pierced her shoulder but she embraced it. She embraced everything. She didnt notice the way Hannibal smiled around her, the way he would put her underneath a deep spell during their sessions. She didnt notice the way his cold eyes watched her with an interest. It was as if he purposely put her under a dumbfounded state, but he wanted to learn about his prey, or thats what he made himself think...

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"I'm glad hes beginning to help you Mit" Will smiled his hazel eyes darker than usual, but they werent as tired as they had always been. He stood near her as they leaned over a table covered with pictures of the recent crime scene. She had noticed the way his cologne smelled that day, it was a sweet musk, something new to her senses. She had also noticed that he shaved the night before and that his hair was more of a neat mess. She had just arrived at 4 in the morning in a large green t-shirt and worn jeans that had small rips in them with splashes of old red paint here and there. Her hair was pulled into a messy bun and she wore absolutely no makeup. So everything about Will at that moment was completely absurd. He was dressed up, and he seemed awake for once..but why did he bring up Hannibal?

"OH?" A slight grin appeared across her lips as she straightened up, a picture of a woman spread out on her bed naked and cut up with blood splattered everywhere. It was a messy killing, very unlike the ripper...in a way it was disappointing. She didnt pay the picture all too much attention though, it was easy how these things ended up being. So she turned to him and waved the picture in the air as she talked "So what are you trying to say huh?" Her eyebrows were raised.

"Well...you are so much happier." He smiled, dimples flashing.

"and??"

"I want to celebrate." The words were a fumble and in a way she knew what he meant, it had become so clear.

"We can go on a date Will." She smiled setting the picture down her eyes seemed to cut through him with a certain..amusement.

"Oh...well you.. didnt exactly have to put it that way Mitka" He kinda laughed as he backed up his dimples showing while his face turned a slight red. He had been waiting for this moment for so long and she could see that display across his features.

"After we get done analyzing, i'll go to my apartment and i'll be ready by 8." She announced.

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