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FBI Training Academy, Quantico, Virginia

Hazel eyes watched as a handful of workers shifted tables and display cases around the dimly light room. It's dark navy walls and the lack of light made the room all the more ominous, but this was all by design. Anyone who walked into the space from the only doors would be met with a large half moon shaped room spreading out before them, like standing on the arm of a paper fan. There was a skylight in the center of the 20ft ceiling, that had been placed there at the dark haired woman's request of the room feeling too much like a tomb. Yes, this room was exactly to her specification. She had been lucky the head of the BSU liked her, she couldn't have created this project without him. While her line of work didn't often lend itself to proud accomplishments this was one of the few for the young woman. Emilia wasn't fond of the fact that her occupation was carried on the backs of death and misfortune, but it was the nature of her field. She joined the FBI to help save lives, which looking back was a foolish notion that it could be that simple. However Emila had found something in that made her feel like she was doing some good. With a Masters is Criminology, Emilia was the proud co-founder and curator of the Evil Minds Research Facility. Designed as a training tool, the EMRF was filled with an assortment of items that pertained to the top serial killers of the United States. Some items were evidence used in the cases, other were found after the fact that contained help clues and signs. The facility would act as a reminder as to what people were capable of, and how there is a little evil in everyone. Through that, Emilia would help early recognition of serial killer tendencies and help quicken the capture process.

When she first pitched the project, she had spent months prepping. She had started with a exhibit on John Wayne Gacey. She had written report upon report about the indicators found among his paintings that were seized and how the related to his mental state. She made connections to wear the paintings were hung verse were bodies parts were found, as well as how the painting changed from the first kill to after he was caught. And her parents thought her minoring in Art History would be a waste... Thankfully Jack Crawford had been impressed, and together that had come up with the Evil Minds facility. That was a year ago, and now after a 3 month lull Emilia was going to finally get to put a new addition in the exhibit. The Minnesota Shrike had been plaguing the region for months and now he had finally been caught. Within 24 hours of the attempted arrest that led to Hobbs' death, Emilia had thoroughly combed through the Hobbs home and gutted it of anything that were pre-analyzed signs and evidence. They sat in the evidence room just waiting to be added to the facility. However they couldn't reach their new home until the display cases were set up in spot that had been made for the Shrike.

The woman paced back and forth across the room, her eyes never leaving the workers. She had to make sure they didn't disrupt or accidentally damage anything. The facility needed to be slightly reorganized to make room for the Shrike exhibit, and Emilia had found a nice spot for him between the Zodiac Killer and BKT Killer. There was only one space in the Evil Minds Facility that would never be moved to make room or reorganize. In the very center of the half moon room, compiling of 5 display cases and two tables, was the exhibit dedicated to the Chesapeake Ripper. It was the only exhibit of a serial killer that was unsolved in the whole facility, and it was Emilia's favourite. The young woman had studied the Ripper during her undergrad and had found a sick artistry to the crimes.

The clicking of heels suddenly halted in front of her desk which was tucked against the peak of the curved wall. Running a hand through her hair, Emilia leaned against it and surveyed the space in front of her. The sound of Vesti La Giubba by Pavarotti hung on the air, covering the small huffs of the men and the sound of scrapping furniture legs.

Manicured nails tapped along the woman's arm as she itched to get things started. Emilia released a controlled breath out through her mouth and tilted her head back. She closed her eyes and let the sound of Pavarotti's voice fill her mind. Slowly, she began constructing the Minnesota Shrike exhibit behind her eyelids. She knew what had already be analyzed and processed, and placed them in the imaginary cases. She laid out all the new items on the fictional table and started to decide what she would begin with for her research.

"...and this is where everything relevant to the Minnesota Shrike will go. I know you're not a fan of it, Will, but this will help us learn to prevent further killers from getting as far as Hobbs did."

Long eyelashes flutter up as Emilia fixed her eyes on the source of the voice. She smiled at Jack Crawford as he approached with three people behind him. "This will be their caretaker. I can assure you everything is in very capable hands."

The four people stopped in front of the brunette. Emilia wasn't sure who the petite brown haired woman was, or the tall man with the dark hair. Her hazel eye lingered on him for a moment, and when he didn't break her stare she tried to blink away the wave of uneasiness that washed over her. She did however recognize the shorter man with the black glasses and a scowl.

"It's good to see you again, Mr. Graham" Emilia said. "I know we didn't meet on the best of terms last time. Although I must thank you for bring me an exciting new project."

She was met with a small nod, Will's brain to busy processing everything that lined the walls.

"Where exactly are we, Jack?" The small brunette woman spoke from behind the FBI Head. The older man closed his eyes with a smile, letting his younger agent take the reins and bask in their successful endeavor. Emilia held her arms out wide as she pushed herself away from the desk.

"Welcome to the Evil Minds Research Facility. A room filled with memories of the most notorious serial killers of the United States." Lowering her arms, Emilia smiled and walked towards the center of the room. As she passed the group she didn't notice the small intake of breath the tall man took as she walked by. Turning around, she spoke again. "A facility used to for training new agents and place to research the theories pertaining to serial murders. The work of Jack Crawford and myself, the EMRF stands to help aid the the quick capture of killers before they commit multiple offences and to forever remind us of the flaws in society and the need to remedy them."

Jack couldn't help but chuckle. "Alana, this is Special Agent Emilia Monroe. Monroe, this is Dr. Alana Bloom."

The women shook hands. "Dr. Bloom, I've read some of your work. It's a pleasure." The older woman smiled back.

"And this," Jack said turning to his left, "is Dr. Hannibal Lecter. He's helping Will get acclimated with working in the field again."

Dr Lecter stepped forward. Emilia held out her hand for the Doctor to shake but was surprised when he lifted it to his lips. "A pleasure, Ms. Monroe."

The woman smiled at the Doctor but couldn't ignore the twist in her stomach. Something about the intensity in his maroon eyes made her hair stand up. "Quite an interesting project you have" Dr Lecter said as he lowered Emilia's hand. She thanked him, in a voice that was much quieter than she normally used. He continued, "I'm curious... why does the presentation in the middle of the room seem to be immune to the hands of the movers?"

The woman smiled as she turned to the center display. "This exhibit is dedicated to the Chesapeake Ripper, the only unsolved case in the EMRF."

"Monroe has a bit of a soft stop for the Ripper" Jack interrupted from behind. The young woman rolled her eyes playfully. Alana Bloom gave her a displeased look, while the Doctor only raised a thin eyebrow.

"He doesn't mean like that Alana" Will muttered from the opposite side of the display cases. "These aren't built like some shrine to the actual person. There's nothing of personal value or influence anywhere that suggests love or obsession. The focus is on the evidence itself, each dedicated it's own space. It can't be moved, Doctor Lecter, because it's not finished. Just like a crime scene, it can't be tempered with without risking damaging a clue."

Emile laughed under her breath. "Thank you for your analysis, Mr Graham" she spoke as she ran a finger over the edge of the case. "We studied the Ripper during my undergrad. I was fascinated by the execution of the murders. As terrible as they are, there is something artistic about them... almost poetic. He's the purest form of a Sociopath. Completely voice of any remorse for his victims, seeing them only as a painter sees his paint... as a tool for his own pleasure. When we started the Evil Minds Facility I knew the Ripper deserved to be here and I couldn't wait until he was caught. I mean, that's if he ever is. Part of me hopes I'll be the one to do it. Pipe dreams of course, I'm only a junior agent. It doesn't stop me from looking over this stuff every day. I have found some interesting things though. "

She pointed to an open book in one of the cases. "This is my latest discovery. Sitting there is a handwritten French medical textbook. It contains a organ removal practice that causes slight tearing on the surrounding tissue but allows the organ to be removed quickly and completely intact, without fully opening the patient. It is only taught in three medical schools because it can cause some discomfort to the patients after the fact. They are in Hong Kong, Russia, and France. We found this trend in all the Rippers Victims to date. We know the Ripper has medical knowledge, and know we have narrowed down were he studied at some point. They have so many students it's impossible to pick him out based on that alone... but it's a step in the right direction."

Emilia turned to see everyone's eyes scanning the pages of the book. Expect for Dr Lecter's. His maroon eyes were already staring hard at the young agent, that uneasiness creeping back up her spine. His lips pulled up into a small smile as Emilia looked away. She continued to talk about what was housed in the Ripper's exhibit, all the while feeling a hot gaze on her face.

After about an hour of chit chat and a brief tour of the so called Evil Minds Research Facility, Hannibal and the others were ready to depart. The Doctor allowed himself to be excluded from the conversation as they headed towards the door and let his footsteps slow down until the group was far beyond him. His dark eyes watched the others pass through the door as he silently waited. There was something for him to attend to first. He tilted his head and inhaled deeply. An alluring scent met his nose again. It was a mixture of coffee, vanilla, and orange bloom. The scent imprinted itself on his mind. She was a smart girl. Making small discoveries, but discoveries all the same, to help with the Ripper case. While he was impressed with her attention to detail and prowess, he couldn't trust that she wouldn't eventually stumble upon something more incriminating. Hannibal didn't leave evidence, but if this girl could craft a profile so damning he could be a bit of trouble. Especially now that Will Graham was providing an interesting experiment, he would be very annoyed if he had to hold back to prevent detection. Yes... the Doctor would have to keep an eye on Emilia Monroe.

Once Hannibal was sure Jack and the others were gone far enough down the hall he turned around and walked towards the back of the room. Maroon eyes observed for a moment as the young woman leaned over her desk. He watched as she swayed ever so slightly to the classical music that echoed around the room, completely focused on her work. His eyes followed trails of her long brown hair that caught stray beams of light from the skylight and appeared like twists of chocolate down her back. The Doctor watched as a thin hand reached back and pulled her hair over her right shoulder. For a moment he caught a glimpse ivory skin stretching from her neck and dipping under her jacket. The man's mouth started to salivate slightly at the thought of what a delicious pork shoulder roast he could make, with a small alteration to the 'pork' portion. Maybe someday Emilia Monroe would find herself on his table, but she had done nothing to warrant that as of yet.

Closing his eyes and letting out a small breath, Hannibal focused his thoughts.

"Ms Monroe."

Hannibal's lips turned upwards as she jumped with a small gasp and whirled around.

"D-Dr Lecter. My apologies. I thought you had left with Jack and the others. What can I do for you?"

"You need not apologize, Ms. Monroe."

The younger woman shook her head with a small smile "please, call me Emilia."

"Emilia" the man affirmed, quite enjoying her name on his tongue. "I was curious if I may ask a favour of you." When she nodded her continued. "Would you consider allowing Mr. Graham and I to use your facility? I believe being able to review the details of the Minnesota Shrike case and the events that led to Garrett Jacob Hobbs' death may help Mr. Graham cope with the emotional aftermath he is facing."

Emilia blinked her hazel eyes as she processed the request. "Oh, well I don't see why not? I'm afraid I would need to have someone in the facility along with you both. It would most likely be myself, to be honest. Would that be alright? For Mr. Grahams therapy, I mean."

Hannibal felt his lips pull back into a closed grin. "Of course, I would not have it any other way... Emilia."

The older man gave a small bow of his head before turning to leave. He took one more intake of air through his nose as he exited the facility.