Hannibal: Your Mine

Chapter 1: FBI

I became lost in my thoughts as I walked towards the grand, grey building; That was the FBI headquarters. I hadn't been here in nearly 3 years. Just looking at it gave me horrid memory of that night. I attempted to repress it, and carried on walking.
The receptionist was a young woman, with a welcoming smile.
"Excuse me? Can you tell me where Jack Crawford's office is?"

"Tell me your name, and I'll see if your on our visitors list"

"Ivy Lane, and Jack should know I'm here, he called me last night"
The woman took her time, but I felt like she was wasting precious time that could be used to investigate. She began to see the frustration in my eye.
"Ah! Here we are. Ivy Lane, former FBI Special Agent. Here you go, Mr. Crawford's office is on the 4th floor" She said, handing me my pass. I pinned it to my shorts and walked toward the lift.
Jack's office was the last on the corder; It was the same as the day I left. I sat on a brown leather chair. Jack entered not too long later. He gave me a weak smile and sat down at his desk.
"It's good to see you again, Ivy"

"And you, Jack. Now, what exactly is this case about?"

"At this point, we have no clue. Our best agent has.....Lets say, isn't fit for the job anymore. After him, your the next best"

"Ah, Will Graham...He's quite the talk right now. So, I'm the replacement? Jack, I'm only here for this case, and that's it. Now, can we get to work!"

"You haven't changed a bit", Jack said with a smile. He offered me his hand, and I took it. He lead me back to the lift, which brought us to the 3nd floor.
"All the bodies that we have, have been coated in a hardening resin and have all die due to over dose on heroin. They have also been inserted with silicone. They seem to have puncture wounds on their limbs", He said as we entered the 'body' room. Nearly 22 bodies lay in a line in front of me. I hadn't seen anything like this in years. It made me shudder. I felt a little uneasy, but Jack was always so blind to others feelings.
"Beverly,Brain,Jimmy: This is Ivy. She's a former FBI Agent. She's here to help with this case"

"Well, I hope you know the details, cause I'm not telling you", Said Beverly.

"Yes, Agent Crawford already told me the details"

"So, what do you see?" A quite voice came into the mix. It sounded foreign and it must belong to a gentleman.
"Ivy, This is Dr.Lector"

"Hello" My voice said sounded weak and unused. It was lower than normal too.
"Well...What I see is...A man that enjoys puppets...Or else art"

"Art? What do you mean by art?" Said Jimmy from behind.

"Like abstract art. Not normal art, but still there's a picture. Maybe a picture or play with puppets...I can't really tell"

"Well that's s first...." Chuckled Jack. He continued,"Can you please leave the room. I'd like to talk to Ivy"
With that, everyone left; without saying a word. He still had it in him.
"Ivy! What happened to you?! You used to know a case like that"

"Jack do you remember what happened last time I was like this? I got too close and now I'm scarred! There's not enough evidence....."

"Ivy, you go work with Dr.Lector for a while; He's a psychiatrist and helps with profiles. He's new, but good. Enjoy"
Jack hadn't lost faith in me, at least not yet. Outside, everyone was listening. Everyone was in shock. I forget that Jack is very important here, and here friendship and business don't mix; Yet here I was. Beverly was the first to speak, "Nobody ever talks to Jack that way!"

"There's a reason I'm a former FBI Agent. Jack and I are old friends...Im allowed, you guys aren't. He wants you back in there, but not you Dr.Lector"
The rest left and went back to work.
"And how come I'm the special one?"

"We need to look at this from a psychological point of view, oh and don't worry, I've got a master degree in Psychology, Criminology and other stuff"

"Well done. Then, shall we?"
I linked his arm and we went into a lecture room.