Hannibal's Admirer

chapter two

Hannibal sat at his desk lost in thought when his phone rang. He put his hand on the phone with slight hesitation and picked it up without saying a word.

"Did you like my present? I did it just for you."

"The barn, the bombs, the- body... that was all you?" Hannibal was slightly confused but mused the question "You're the Chesapeake Ripper?"

"Doctor, I am assumed dead in my home country.  I need to keep busy for a couple of years; at least until Sherlock stops playing this I'm going to figure out your system while I pretend to be dead and come back because I think you're dead  game, it's quite annoying. I do love playing games, but I'm afraid, I'm not in the mood."

"But you see," the cannibal began, "unlike you, I do not enjoy sharing my work."

"Oh, so you're admitting you are, in fact, the Chesapeake Ripper?"

the line was silent

"Wouldn't you like to know what I did with the kidney?" The Irishman taunted, "Let's have dinner."

"I will host."

"Don't be daft Doctor; I admire you, I don't trust you."

Hannibal's face remained the same, "No." and with that he placed the phone on the hook. Hannibal was having fun, no use in killing it just yet. Soon.

Hannibal just sat, contemplating his options:
°Have dinner with the man first, kill him after
°Kill the man on sight, he couldn't afford to have someone who knew everything about him
°?partners?????

These thoughts clouded his mind, knowing he would not be able to sleep, he stayed in his office going through paperwork. Around midnight, Hannibal heard a knock on the door. He turned his chair to face the door, then turned back. He shuffled through his papers, thoroughly confused, he searched for any changes in appointments or plans until he realised it was after midnight and he would never make plans so late.
Another knock

Hannibal stood and straightened his suit, relieving the wrinkles that were set in from sitting so long.

The Doctor spoke loudly as he opened up the door,"Appointment only".