Alana Blooms corpse sat cross-legged upon the hill it had been placed on. Her hands sewed to the skin just above her brows, covering her eyes. Blood spilled down her cheeks, staining them a plum red.
"What was your relationship with Doctor Lecter?" Jim Moriarty asked her 24 hours before.
The FBI worked around Jack Crawford, who gaped at the scene with red puffy eyes, not wanting to believe that it was her.
"First it was professional," She said "But over time it became... personal."
He nodded, pretending to write down her answer.
"Then I found out what he was, almost died from that...But in the end," She glanced to the picture of Margot on her desk. "Everything worked out."
Brian Zeller's eyes filled with sympathy when they landed on Crawford.
"Who the hell could do this to her?" He choked out.
"Thank you, Miss Bloom." Jim stood from the seat she reserved for him. "Your answers have been of the upmost help."
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Don't Burn The Heart, Lightly Grill It With Some Fava Beans.
Fanfiction"For even Satan disguises himself as an angel of light." Hannibal (NBC)\Moriarty (Sherlock) Crossover. *All characters belong to lawful owners. Some scenes and\or dialog may be derived directly from books and\or shows that depict these characters...
