"A Lamb in the Lion's Den." A Hannibal x OC fanfic

Chapter Two: What Goes on Behind Closed Doors

As Alise drove back home, she couldn't help but think of her new therapist; the man who listened to her without interrupting or interrogating her, who even made her laugh a few times when she got too welled up in negative thoughts and emotions, and who even gave her a few helpful words of advice:

"If you're ever feeling overwhelmed, think of a piece of music you enjoy. It always helps me when I need it."

"Most people don't write letters anymore, but I feel writing out how you feel and then burning the letters afterwards is a good stress reliever. You might enjoy it. Just make sure to burn them outside."

"Drawing what makes you feel overwhelmed helps you visualize what needs to be done and how exactly you plan to do it. At least, that's helpful for a few of my other patients. I figured since you enjoy drawing, you might find that helpful."

She couldn't help but listen to every word he said, the way he spoke was so unique and just... Different. She couldn't pin down what it was, but goddamn was it intriguing. They even talked about drinking tea, and that was something they had in common as well.

[I feel like I'm talking to an old friend, not a therapist.] She thought to herself as she came into her driveway and parked her car.

She turned off the engine and sat in her car for a moment, sighing a little in contemplation and in a bit of calmed mindset.

He was a little off, sure... But high intelligence does that to people, makes them seem as if they don't belong amongst other people. This man was clearly much smarter than she was, she could easily tell by how he spoke and acted around her; though he didn't use that against her.

"Maybe I can trust him..." She said to no one in particular as she grabbed her purse and exited her Subaru.

As she walked to her front door, she got a text from her friend Janice; a girl she's known since high school practically. She unlocked her front door as she unlocked her phone to answer her.

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"There's been two more victims, and we have reason to believe that it may be our Copycat Killer." Jack stated as he layed out the files for Hannibal to look over.

As Hannibal's careful eyes looked over them, he kept a straight face as he internally revelled in the fact the killer was in fact right next to him, and he had no idea.

"Looks like they were strangled before the killer took their organs, Doctor." Jack commented as he pointed to photographed bruises over their throats.

[What else was I to do? They were quite rude, really. They wouldn't stop spouting such crude comments.] Hannibal quietly thought as he listened to Jack.

"They also appear to have sustained a few hard blows to the head." Hannibal stated, looking to Jack for a moment.

"Internal bleeding as well."

Hannibal nodded a little as he half listened to Jack, still trying to hold back a smile. His mind was half on this case and half on his newest patient.

Miss Alisibeth Killian Talia.

She was a sweet looking woman, really. Her eyes were an interesting colour; his artistic eye caught those immediately, her long, amber brown hair looked well kept; though she could do with using a bit less of her shampoo, and the way she held herself was as innocent as they come... She might be an interesting pawn in this game if she played right.