Hannibal's Admirer

Chapter Six

I know, I know, it's been so long, I'm so sorry! I've been on summer break, usually I'd write when I was bored in class but now I'm just so distracted with internet and the wonders of fictional characters that I totally forgot about my stories! I love you guys so much, I really hope you stick with me! -Kayla xx

The men rode in the car together while Hannibal drove. They arrived at the scene where Alana was beat in the parking lot. Detectives and police scurried around taking pictures, pulling finger prints, and taking notes. Jack stood waiting for them, "Hello Dr. Lecter, Will, ..." He stared at Jim waiting for a name

"Oh, Yes, my apologies. Richard Brook." With still no fault in his endeavors to mask his Irish accent, he smiled holding out a hand for Jack to shake.

"Why are you here?" He asked bluntly.

"No worries Jack, he's a personal friend and I thought he might have some insight on what transpired to Dr. Bloom." Hannibal explained as he walked around the car to meet Jack, Jack nodded and turned away motioning them to follow. When they reached exactly where the incident happened they noticed a bloody tire iron and blood spattered over the pavement. Hannibal looked up and spotted Alana overseeing what was going on, he headed toward her with Jim following.

"Dr. Bloom, how are you?"

"I've been better," She let out a marginal smile "And who might this be?"

Jim smiled sheepishly extending his hand. "Richard Brook, " upon Alana starting to shake his hand, he brings her hand to his mouth and kisses it lightly. Jim looks up, still holding her hand, "Lovely to meet you."

"Likewise." she smiled retracting her hand, "Hannibal I must speak with you about the occurrences of last night."

"Please do, I welcome any questions." Hannibal gave a coerced, diminutive smile in attempt to show sympathy.

"Would you like me to leave?" Jim asked

"No Richard, darling, you're fine." She replied as each of the men sat on either side of her.

"When he was done hitting me... he pushed me away and told me to go find you. Doctor Lecter, why did he tell me to find you? How did he know I knew you? "

"That's certainly a good question." Jim had a pretend puzzled look on his face directing his statement toward Hannibal. Hannibal chose to ignore Jim's attempts to bother him and rose to walk over to Will who was canvasing the scene leaving Jim to talk with Alana. Hannibal knew he couldnt fuck things up even more with police surrounding him.

On the ride back from the crime scene Will had stayed behind to examine the scene more with Jack.
"Drop me here." Jim stated no longer masking his accent. Hannibal pulled over near an old forsook house,"This is where your staying?"

"Don't be stupid." Jim replied as he opened the door, "I have my own people to take me where I require to go, don't need you knowing everything, now do we?"

As Hannibal drove away Jim pulled out his phone and commenced to dial a number that was written on his hand.

"Hello?" A woman's voice sounded from the other end.

"Doctor Bloom," He smiled, "I'm going to take you up on that dinner offer you promised. My place 8 pm."