They give him prescriptions they shine bright lights on him (Semi-Open)

[avoirfaim]

Who: Hannibal Lecter + his patients*
Where: His office, room #187 on the first floor.
When: CATCH-ALL for June-July, dates within (subject lines for tag ins!)
Rating: PG13 for now but I'll change that if needed.
Summary: Hannibal Lecter plays the psychiatry game. The Doctor is in.
The Story: Do you have an appointment?

*This is mostly open, though he reserves the right to turn away patients he doesn't want. If we've got a thread planned out, you probably know it.

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June 23

[thehobbsgirl]

[ Abigail knows that Hannibal is working right now; the door to 187 is closed, but a quick ear pressed to the wood told her that Hannibal was inside, speaking low and indistinctly to whoever it was that sought out his psychological expertise. She decides to surprise him by waiting for him in his room. Abigail isn't entirely sure he'll welcome the intrusion, but (though she wouldn't admit it) that's part of the appeal. She's rather gotten into the habit of testing boundaries ]

[ She knows something is wrong when she sees that the door is open. Hannibal is many things, but careless is not one of them. Abigail has never known him to leave his door unlocked, back home or in this place. She gets close to the door, peers in the tiny gap between door and frame to see what is going on inside.

[ A man that she vaguely recognizes is going through the papers on the top of Hannibal's desk. His movements are quick, purposeful - not the idle snooping of someone who has been allowed inside and asked to wait. Abigail watches as he makes his way through the room, thoroughly, as if he's used to doing this sort of thing. In her mind, she debates the pros and cons of interrupting him. If she does barge in and catch him red-handed, he might get violent. If she doesn't, and lets him go on, he might find something Hannibal doesn't want found. Abigail's feelings about her guardian might be complex, but a situation like this does wonders to simplify them.

[ In the end, her protectiveness wins against her paranoia, and she pushes the door open, forcefully, so that it bangs against the wall. It is only in that split second that she realizes where she recognizes him from - it's the goat guy. ]

Can I help you?

[ganking]

[ dean doesn't think much about this plan; sneak into one hannibal lecter's office, dig around some, see if he can find any clues that this might be the infamous cannibal shrink, report back to sam. simple and easy, really, when compared to their normal standards.

plus, it helps that hannibal is busy-- there's no way he'll get caught, not for another good half and hour. and dean? he's fairly good at snooping, at looking for clues and hints that might reveal someone's true colors. it's why he never expects the door to suddenly swing open, the girl he finds standing there familiar-- ]

You--

[ he remembers her, of course. but for now, dean's standing up ramrod straight, though he doesn't move away from the desk. not yet. instead, as quickly as the surprise of finding her there appeared on his face, it disappears again, forming into a practiced smirk. ]

Uh, maybe? Kinda lost.

[ ~or something~ ]

[thehobbsgirl]

[ Lying badly and smirking was definitely not the best strategy Dean could have chosen; to Abigail, so used to being condescended to because she is young, because she is a victim, because she is a girl, because she is supposedly a basket case, Dean's weak lie is an overt insult. He didn't even respect her enough to come up with something better, or else tell the truth. It's not the fact that he lied, but the fact that he lied so badly, that really steams her. It doesn't help that she already dislikes Dean from their first encounter. ]

Exactly how stupid do you think I am?

[ Her words are icy, curt. She crosses her arms tightly over her chest, giving him the full force of her most withering glare. ]

Hannibal never leaves his door unlocked, and it's not broken, which means you picked the lock, which means you planned this in advance. Normally, I'd have guessed you were here to steal valuables, but this mansion has magic closets, so he hasn't got anything you couldn't get for yourself.

[ Abigail stays in the doorway, blocking his exit. Of course if he wanted to shove past her, there's little she could do to stop him - he's about twice her size. ]

It's probably blackmail, right? Tell me if I'm getting warm.

[ganking]

[ dean had been hoping for very stupid but that doesn't seem to be the case. not when she deducts how he'd gotten inside correctly so fast -- dean's pretty nifty with his lock picking skill -- and what he's after. granted, it's not exactly blackmail, just some clues. but he's not about to let her in on that.

so the innocence continues as he leaves the other side of the desk, stepping next to the table instead. ]

Ain't that a bold accusation to make, don'cha think? S'true though, I had to pick the door-- but I got my reasons, alright?

[ none of which would be shared, not the truth, anyway. he forces his voice to be even, easy, something that's gotten him out of his fair share of trouble in the past. ]

Had to pick something up but he, uh-- wasn't here, so you know, proactive thinking instead. Maybe it wasn't the smartest idea, but blackmail? Nothing that dramatic.

[ what her relationship with hannibal is remains a mystery to him, but needless to say he's fairly sure she'd be more than happy to let him know of his snooping if dean does nothing about it. ]

[thehobbsgirl]

[ Bold is just the way Abigail does things, Dean. Better get used to it. Still, that boldness is matched with a perhaps overdeveloped sense of danger from others - particularly, older men. When Dean steps closer to her, Abigail hesitates, nearly taking a step back but holding her ground for now. She just has to hope that if he goes for a knife, she'll be faster than him. It seems a reasonable expectation, in the logic of her mind. Having her throat cut once was more than enough.

She can see what he's doing, with the easygoing tone and the appeal to her sense of sympathy. Social codes dictate that she be understanding, that she at least give him a chance. It might work, on someone who wanted to avoid confrontation or the possibility of stepping on someone's toes. Abigail is not one of those people. Her expression of cold dislike doesn't falter for an instant. ]

Had to pick up an unidentified 'something'- [ Sarcasm drips from the word ] -so urgently that it was worth coming back with a lock-pick, but not worth interrupting Hannibal's session to ask him to let you in for thirty seconds?

[ Abigail shakes her head, a small smile twisting the corners of her lips, but it's a smile at Dean's expense, now. ]

You realize I'm going to go and ask him if what you are saying is true, and it's going to fall apart in an instant? [ This is dangerous territory - she doesn't want to lead him along a line of reasoning that will make him want to stop her with violence, but she does want to get the truth out of him. Making him see how paper-thin his lie is to her might get that done. ]

Tell me what you were doing here, really, and maybe I'll keep it a secret.

[ It's a lie; Abigail is almost certain that she will tell Hannibal, one way or another. But she still wants to know just what Dean was planning ]

[ganking]

[ she's kind of a brat, dean thinks. a smart-ass, dangerously loose end type of a brat, anyway. one he has to deal with carefully, yet is finding himself fumbling with because he can't read her one bit. this isn't the girl he remembers being stuck with as a goat, even if that abigail too had been annoying at best. ]

Wouldn't wanna break any of that healin' the mind and soul mojo he's got going on in there with whoever. [ that'd be rude and inconsiderate!! ]

But either way, maybe ain't good enough, sweetheart. You're getting no details if you're gonna be fickle about keeping them to yourself.

[ but then, dean has no plans of telling her any details either way. after all, i was looking for evidence that our lovely shrink eats people as a hobby doesn't sound like the most valid excuse.

and it's one he definitely doesn't want ending up in hannibal's ears. ]

We could just pretend none of this ever happened, you know.

[ let him go, and he will. ]

[thehobbsgirl]

Fine. You were probably just gonna lie to me again, anyway. [ She may be a brat, but she's a gutsy brat. It's occurred to her that there is no point in wasting her time, since Hannibal might already know Dean's reasons for being in his room uninvited. She would simply have to get the information out of him, instead. A much more agreeable task than this is. Abigail does not like Dean. Not one bit.

Dean's attempt at bargaining doesn't impress her much. ]

Why would I do that? [ The sheer nerve of the suggestion! Abigail is tempted, momentarily, to chew him out. Let her anger have full reign and explain just why she is going to side with Hannibal and not some random guy who was a jackass to her once. But she is too clever for that, and her mind projects forward into the new future. If Dean knows she is going to rat him out to Hannibal, two immediate courses of action will probably make sense to him. He could hurt Abigail or otherwise stop her using unpleasant means, or he could take steps to discredit her story or hide whatever he's doing so that he'll be able to weather the fallout. She doesn't want him to take those steps, and she certainly doesn't want him to hurt her.

That means her best option is to act like she isn't going to tell Hannibal, after all. But, after she's been snapping at Dean, she's going to have to come up with a plausible reason to give him a pass. It's a touch alarming to her how quickly she comes up with one. She lets out a calculated sigh. ]

...okay. But I'm not doing it for you. [ She looks at Dean, bright eyes hard with dislike, before dropping her head and staring at her shoes. Abigail knows just the angle at which to hold her head to make herself look most childlike, knows how to use that to her advantage. ] He's already got enough to worry about without another thing. [ She pauses; her feigned concern and gentleness might not be flawless enough to fool someone like Dr. Bloom, but they should be enough for Dean. In truth, Abigail isn't concerned about Hannibal. She knows better than that. Worry like that is for weak things; Hannibal can take care of himself. ]