Hannibal's Admirer

Chapter five

"Open the door and show me."  a voice sounded from behind the door.

Hannibal raised from his desk and walked toward the door in sheer anger. A shorter man appeared as the door swung open. The black haired man looked up with his eyes, not moving his head.

"Moriarty.... Jim Moriarty. Hi!" he chimed his greeting in a sing-song like voice and a crooked smile crawled across his face. Hannibal began to move forward when Moriarty simply stood there.

"Ah-ah-ah." he taunted moving his finger side to side. A red dot from a laser danced across Hannibal's chest emitting from the window in the hall. He grabbed the Irishman by the collar and pulled him into the office slamming the door behind him. Jim just laughed making a 'turn around' motion with his hand. Hannibal whipped around and looked down at another sniper's laser move into sight on his chest.

"Oh and look at that, no curtains." he laughed some more, "Raise a finger and I'll have you shot. You see, I don't do dirty work, unless it's important to me. Please understand, doctor, I don't intend on killing you, I just want to have a little fun."

Hannibal cautiously turned around to look at the man, "Who are you?"

"That must bother you, Doctor Lecter, to know that I know everything about you. From when you were a child with your family to what you are now. Alone. Yet, when you look at me, You have a name. Although, to be fair, you should consider yourself lucky, most don't even get that."

"What do you want?" Hannibal was no longer angry and his face was emotionless.

"I want to have fun!" Moriarty chimed as he plopped down on the chair beckoning Hannibal to sit a cross from him. Hannibal didn't think twice before sitting Down for the laser dropped with him as he sat. "England is so boring, especially while you're playing dead. and you're interesting, you're not ordinary."

"I'm quite unextravagant."

"I would disagree." Jim laughed.

The door opened up and Will entered, "Hello Doctor Lecter," in synchronization with the door opening, the snipers laser disappeared from Hannibal's chest. "Oh, God, I'm sorry, I didn't realise you had a client."

"I'm not a patient, Will Graham. I'm a.. a friend." he laughed a bit.

"Oh, well nice to meet you...?" Will asked extending his hand.

"Richard Brook." The consulting criminal returned the hand shake with a smile, masking his Irish accent with an English accent.

"Will what do you need?" Hannibal stood to match height with Will, "It's very rude to walk in uninvited."

"Yeah, sorry, again for that, uh, we've seem to have made some advancement in the attack of Alana. Jack needs you to come in."

"Yes, Richard, come along I'd like you to put in your input."

"Are you sure he's qualified?" Will whispered. to Hannibal. "Very."