'' Repeating History ''

'' What Once Was Normal ''

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Summary:

Bowie and Hannibal meet face to face for the first time, and he quickly takes a liking to them, however, they feel no positive emotions in regard to him.

Notes:

Content Warnings: Intense fear responses, isolation, implied sexual fantasies, pressuring

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While they were unsure of when they had fallen asleep, they were sure that their superior had made a severe lapse in judgment, leaving them to sleep in his car. Even in the staff parking garage it was freezing.

They'd shiver and huff out a puff of white breath, watching it dissipate as they clutch onto their coat, pulling it tighter over their thin frame.

"Couldn't just wake me up, boss?" They murmur to themselves with frustration, getting out of the car and shuffling inside, feeling like a stupid penguin.

Inside, they make their way to their bosses office, evidently rather agitated with him, and hoping that he'll be there so they can give him a piece of their mind. And he is. However. So is someone else. Their heart drops and they stare wide eyed with shock and confusion, as well as fear.

There was a man in the office with their boss, one the baffled detective recognized from the photos they'd seen online. And yet somehow here he was, standing right in front of them, talking with their boss like it was the most normal thing in the world.

The two men turn to look at them and while their boss seems pretty casual and just tells them to come in, the other man stares them down with this weird look, eyebrows raising slightly with what they believe is vague amusement. Or perhaps curiosity. With what though they had no idea.

They slowly step into the room, unsure of what to do right now. Was this a dream? Were they hallucinating? No way. This was too real and they were originally talking to each other when they came in. This was just so confusing to them. Sure their boss didn't know about the Chesapeake Ripper case, since that had happened all the way on the other side of the country, but there was no way this guy just waltzed in here. The background checks, the fingerprints. They'd find out who he was almost right away right? There's no way they-

"Bowie." Their boss suddenly snaps, swiftly gaining their attention. Their wide eyes scanning his expression. Their own wearing terror in neon colors.
"What's the matter with you?" He asks, clearly expressing his mix of annoyance and concern.

"I uhm. It's." They trail off a bit, eyes shifting around slightly. They know what they wanna say, but with Hannibal fucking Lecter standing right there beside them, they weren't sure they could. So they just shake their head softly.

"Nothing. I'm just annoyed that you left me in the car." They say, looking at their boss with a furrowed brow and small frown on their lips.

"Oh my. How rude of you." Hannibal speaks up, looking at Bowie's boss judgmentally.

Hearing him speak made their blood go cold, a visible shiver running through their entire body.

"He is tremoring from the cold. You best hope he doesn't get sick." The man continues.

"You're right. I shouldn't have done that. They." He pauses briefly, shooting Hannibal a bit of side eye. Bowie's cheeks flush with warmth and they look down a bit. Glad he stood up for them, since there was no way they would do it themselves.

"Just looked exhausted and I wanted to let you sleep." He continues, pulling his gaze away from the serial killer and fixing it on Bowie.
"Do you feel rested at least? Even if you're a little chilly?" He'd ask, earning a small, timid head shake from the younger individual.