Okay so I know last Chapter was the end but when I started writing the next season I had a hell of a lot to explain, so I decided to write a little epilogue to help make sure no one is confused when the next part of the series starts. Enjoy.

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Better beware I go bump in the night,
Devil-may-care with a lust for life,
And I know you,
Can't resist this
You know you
Are so addicted.
Boy you better run for your life!

Welcome to the nightmare in my head,
(Oh god!)
Say hello to something scary,
The monster in your bed,
(Oh god!)
Just give in and you won't be sorry,
Welcome to my other side,
Hello it's Mz. Hyde!
Halestorm, Mz Hyde

Hannibal had finally found some peace with the end of his last appointment, he loved Will dearly but his pregnancy cravings were beginning to border on demanding and rude. Of course he always made whatever it was his sweet Omega wanted; even if it was at three o'clock in the morning. When Will had been carrying the twins he had obsessed over sweet things mainly anything with chocolate in it, but with their newest child Will seemed to crave junk food and Hannibal was never letting another pizza box in his house, even if it was for his pregnant Omega. Abigail found it all highly amusing, yet she didn't have much time for watching Will beg for a take out menu and a phone since she had started school. Hannibal knew Abigail had been scared of going back to a classroom but she was the one who wanted an education. The doctor would have been happy to home school her for a time but Abigail was determined to just jump back in, she was brave like that and Hannibal was proud of his daughter. She had e ventually decided she wanted to be a Psychiatrist just like Hannibal, she liked the idea of their being two Doctor Lecter's and Omega rights had come so far that she could pretty much be whatever she wanted. Will had teased her for a few days saying she was a Daddy's girl and to be honest she thought Will was right, she was a daddy's girl and proud of it. Abigail had found school easy enough, the work wasn't overly hard and the teachers were nice, then again with how much Hannibal paid for her to attend a private school she would bloody well hope the teachers were good. Mister Byrne was her favourite, he had very short chestnut hair, hazel eyes and always wore a smile. He was the head of the humanities department and always pleasant, Abigail would be lying if she said she hadn't developed a little bit of a crush on the older man; he was the first Alpha other than Hannibal that didn't make her uncomfortable and that was a skill in itself. Since she had taken Hannibal's surname everyone knew who's daughter she was instantly and seemed to throw their children at her like if she was friends with their children it would suddenly make them BFF's with Hannibal, it didn't work though. Abigail had made one friend and that was all she need ed, Marissa Schurr . Marissa was a kind girl with long raven hair and seemed to be completely oblivious to Abigail's true colors, yes Abigail would keep Marissa around like Hannibal did with everyone who thought they were his friend and the doctor was proud of her for that.

Hannibal was suddenly pulled from his train of thought as a soft knock came at his office door, he had no more patients to see and if it was Will or Abigail they would have used the other door. The cannibal stood from his desk and brushed out a non-existent crease from his pant leg before making his way over to the door and pulling it open. What he found on the other side was not what he had been expecting, he thought maybe it was Franklin begging for more time with him or a patient that had lost something, he did not however, expect the five-foot-nothing blonde woman in a charcoal pant suit he found smiling up at him.

"Hello." Hannibal greeted schooling his expression to something neutral. "May I help you?"

"Yes, sorry to bother you so late Doctor Lecter." She paused for a split second. "You are Doctor Lecter, aren't you?"

"I am. But you seem to have me at a disadvantage, Miss?"

"Lass. Agent Miriam Lass. I'm with the FBI." She quickly showed him her credentials. "Like I said I'm sorry to bother you so late but I'm running out of options. I was wondering if you would be willing to take a look at a case for me and give me your professional opinion?"

Hannibal wanted to say no so he could go to Will and draw pattens on his growing belly as they watched one of those fishing documentaries he loved so much, but that would be rude and to be honest he was curious as to which case would bring her out late asking for his help, he hadn't killed in almost a week so it was not The Chesapeake Ripper. When he thought about it there was only one other killer it could be.

"Please, come in." He said standing aside to let the short blonde into his office, for a few moments she seemed to look around in awe at the lines of books and warm fire behind his desk. "Please, take a seat."

"Thank you, Doctor Lecter."

Lass took the offered seat while Hannibal took his usual place with his back to the door. She rooted around in her small bag that matched her pant suit perfectly for a moment or two and then pulled out a brown federal file and leaned over to hand it to him. Hannibal took the file and flipped it open. I knew it, The Flag Killer has struck again.

"The Flag Killer." Hannibal said to make it seem like he had not been expecting it.

"I know it is unpleasant but we are at a loss, I was told that you have provided much insight on other cases and that you may be willing to help me."

"I will certainly help where I can." The elder Alpha replied.

"Thank you, Doctor. Though the media, mainly Freddie Lounds, has named him The Flag Killer we are still unsure if he is a separate killer." She took a breath as Hannibal flicked through the file. "There are no organs removed but the flesh is removed while the victim is alive."

"It's not The Chesapeake Ripper."

He announced looking up at the young blonde, she couldn't have been an Agent for very long. The Flag Killer case was probably her first big case and she was out of her depth.

"How can you be so sure?"

Maybe because you're looking at The Chesapeake Ripper and I didn't do this. Flaying takes time and I would rather spend that time removing organs. " It is a key part of the Ripper killings to remove organs, I doubt he would waste time removing flesh only to ignore all the organs. Also these cuts are nowhere near the skill level of the Ripper, The killer definitely has some medical training but it's limited. I suspect that The Ripper could have done this in half the time it took The Flag Killer."

"So, definitely a different killer?"

"Definitely." Hannibal pulled one of the photographs closer to himself so as he could take a better look. "You're looking at someone who is perhaps a veterinarian but it's more likely that the killer is in medical school."

"Thank you." Miriam jotted every word Hannibal spoke down in her little black notebook like his very punctuation would solve the case. "We are pretty its an Alpha."

"Yes, that is most likely, possibly a Beta with Alpha delusion." Images on Mason Verger came flooding back to him. "The victims vocal cords are severed but there are no ligatures or drugs in their systems so a normal Beta is out of the question, they wouldn't have the strength and courage to do this." Unless it's Abel Gideon of course, but I would have noticed if he started killing, The House refrigerator would no longer need me to restock it. Hannibal inwardly chuckled.

"Any idea on why he impales them on a flag of their own skin?"

Well that's like asking 'can I have the killer's name and address please' isn't it? Hannibal thought to himself.

"The flag pole always goes through the heart, or at least that's how it appears from these photographs. Many cultures believe that consuming another's heart means you take their power, their courage. This seems more like the killer is destroying the victims hearts because their hearts are worthless. He's killing them because they're cowards."

"Cowards? The latest victim, Robert Gill, had just left his pregnant mate for a younger one." Lass Said with worry.

"And that would probably be the reason that The Flag Killer chose him as a victim." Hannibal rather liked that idea, cowardice was just another form of rude. "As for why he flays them and sews it into a flag I'm afraid I can't help you."

"Oh you have been more than helpful, Doctor Lecter. You've provided me with more information in five minuets than my team has in five months."

"I'm more than willing to assist you with your investigation again."

"That would be wonderful."

"I have told you all I can decipher for now, and I'm sorry but I must ask you to leave. My mate is pregnant and he gets rather hungry right around now."

"Oh, of course. Yes. Sorry to have kept you." She stuttered out as she gathered her things. "I've always wanted a child. Not found the fight Omega yet though." She smiled and stood. "Is it your first."

"No, not the first." Hannibal informed as he lead her to the door, desperately wanting her out of his office so he could go to Will. "My fourth. I have two girls and a boy; Abigail, Claude and Valentina." Hannibal couldn't help the smile that decorated his face when he mentioned their names.

"Beautiful names. Congratulations on the baby." With that Agent Miriam Lass left Hannibal's office and he shut the door turning to lean against it.

Maybe I should attempt to discover who this Flag Killer is. It seems we have a very similar way of thinking. I always wanted a protégée. Will was a success from scratch, Abigail too but I wonder what a fledgling murderer would be like. You have to admire his method of killing though, its original.

Hannibal stood there for a few moments just thinking to himself until he noticed the smell of food drifting through his house. It was over seasoned and a little burnt, there was also grease dominating the scent. Yes, Will had ordered pizza again and it seemed Hannibal was going to have to air the house out for a second time.