Chapter 2
(Your POV)
Both me and Will walk carefully into the Hobbs home. Hobbs had killed his wife by cutting or stabbing her. She had died on the pavement in front of their door. Will and I have our guns raised and we walk into the Hobbs kitchen where Mr. Hobbs is holding a knife to his daughter's throat. I do not want to shoot never having shoot someone before. He quickly slashes his daughter's throat with the knife. That is when we start to shoot the man. I use ten bullets as does Will. He drops to the floor and we run to his daughter putting pressure on her wound. I am having flashbacks of my dad bloody in the chair. I start to tear up.
'Why, why would he try to kill his daughter. Why would anyone do that?" I question myself in a panic of thoughts.
Hannibal comes in and puts pressure on her neck wound. "It's going to okay." He whispers to me.
I nod and just hold her hand. Keeping my finger checking her pulse the whole time. I held her hand close to me, she was a child. A FUCKING child. She shouldn't have had this happen! I was going to be with her every day..she needs someone there..
-timeskip-
A few days later-
(No one's pov)
Hannibal went to look for Will, asking Alana where he would be her answer was at the hospital. However Will wasn't there, instead he met with a sight that made his heart beat. There in the room was (Name) a book laying in her hand as she laid her head on Abigails lap. She probably fell asleep reading to her.
Hannibal pulls a extra blanket of the end of the bed and drapes it on (Name). He does not want her to get hold. He takes a seat next to her and watches her as she sleeps. He loved watching her sleep and rest, she was soft and gentle. She was all the things he could imagine for the special someone in his life. He takes her other hand in his and holds it. Her hand being smaller than his, but it fits nicely in his and warms his heart.
He just watches her as she sleeps a small genuine smile coming to his face. Sure he wasn't thrilled about her attention being stolen from him but there was something else. He knew couldn't see himself being with ANYONE before he met her... But seeing her and Abigail warmed his heart. She looks like a mother to Abigail, always visiting her even if she was in a coma.
(Name) began to stir, Hannibal reluctantly pulled his hand away from her warm and soft one.
(Your POV)
I started to wake up with a little bit of a sore back. I open my eyes and blink to see Dr. Lecter next to me. I smile sheepishly, rubbing the back of my head.
"Good Morning Dr. Lecter." I greet to him, then yawning.
"Please call me Hannibal, Miss (Name)." He tells me.
"Okay, as long as you call me (Name). Calling me Miss makes me feel old." I tell him in a playful way.
"Of course (Name)." He says a slight twitch of his lips.
"Your probably wondering why I am here. Instead of working on the new case." I say of handedly as I stood up to stretch. Closing my copy of (Book that you like).
"Partly." He says watching me closely.
I sit back down. "Well I lost my parents around the same time as Abigail. So I know how it is to loose both in one go. I don't want Abigail to wake up alone and scared. She is just a kid, even though she is almost a adult she is still a kid."
"I see you see her as daughter. I take it." Hannibal says nodding.
"Yeah, I do. She reminds me of me and I cannot help but feel attached to her." I admit. "I was also the designated older sister and mother figure to the kids in my neighborhood. My neighborhood was not the best. I was there for them when their parents were high, drunk, or missing. I also made meals for them when they would come to my house. The kids loved my warmth and gentel nature, not always getting it at home. I would also help them with their homework. It all changed after my mom did what she did. Kids did not come over as often and started to stay away from me. So I got into a good college and left."
Hannibal nodded "I see.."
I laughed lightly "Guess you could say that I want to be the mother for Abigail that I never had" I said as I brushed some hair from Abigail's face.
"How long were you here for?"
I looked down, blushing. "About fourty-three hours..."
"That is certainly not exactly heathly." Hannibal tells me gently.
"I know, I know." I tell him. "I just know she is going to be questioned when she wakes up. They think she helped lure those girls in. I been through this when the police questioned me and how I did not want them to arrest my mom. She lost so much and I want to be on her side in this."
Suddenly my stomach growled out of no where. Making me then crimson. I hadn't eaten since the morning... I didn't have time. Although I hope he didn't mind or scold me for not eating.
"I think you need a break. Let me take you to my home and prepare a meal for you." He tells me.
Normally I would not turn someone down. Who offer to make a meal for me. Cause it is rude, but I have to be here for Abigail.
"Sorry, Hannibal but I cannot and will not leave her side more than necessary." I tell him.
"Well eating a proper meal is nessecary." He tells me standing and holding out his hand.
"But-" I began but he cut me off.
"No buts. You need a proper meal and a change of clothes. Luckily I see a bag of your clothes over in the corner." He tells me.
It is true. I brought them so I could change in the bathroom. I nodded reluncteny and took Hannibal's hand as he help me up.
"I will bring you back right after you have eaten, showered, and changed." He tells me.
I sigh in defeat, but thank him none the less. I knew there was no way that I could get around this. "Thanks Hannibal." I said as I looked down.
"You're very protective of her aren't you?" He asked as I looked at her.
"Yes, anyone I consider family I would protect no matter what they have done. My loved ones are most important to me."
"I think probably because I want to be a mother... I've always wanted children of my own." I said as I looked at him. "How do you feel about children?"
"I never could see myself having them until I met the right someone to be with."
"Well, she or he is out there somewhere. I know there is someone for everyone." I tell him.
I grab my bag and we begin to leave.
(Hannibal's POV)
I smiled at that. She was right there was someone out there for me. Unknown to her it is her and she will be mine.