AN: Sorry for the very late update guys. Hope you enjoy this one!

The next morning I woke with a sick feeling in my stomach. I was just as nervous about seeing Doctor Lecter as the day before.

After taking a quick shower, I put on minimal make-up before changing into a cream blouse and black trousers.

"Queequeg?" I called as I walked down the stairs.

A small ginger dog bounced towards me, running around my legs. I stroked him gently before calling him into the kitchen. After feeding Queequeg, I got into my car and headed for the asylum.

I don't know why I felt so nervous. Was it the fact he was a murdering cannibal? Was it the fact he made me shiver every time my name fell from his lips?

On arriving at the asylum, I walked swiftly through the doors before meeting Carter.

"Good morning Agent Anderson." He smiled brightly.

"Hello Carter." I smiled weakly at him.

He didn't seem to notice my apprehension or my reluctance to speak.

"How are you?"

"I'm well, thank you. Yourself?" I replied, sighing gently, trying my best to paint on my brightest smile.

"I'm excellent thank you!" He grinned, taking my coat before hanging it up. "You know the rules, Agent Anderson."

"Yes." I nodded, stepping through the barred gate.

I jumped as the gate closed, giving Carter a brief smile before heading down the hallway to Doctor Lecter's cell.

Ignoring all other inmates as I walked by, I soon entered the sights of Doctor Lecter.

"Well hello there Special Agent Anderson." His smooth metallic voice hissed at me.

"Doctor Lecter." I nodded at him, sitting in the metal chair opposite his cell.

"You look tired." He stated, humming gently.

"I've not been sleeping well." I paused for a moment before continuing. "Are you done with the file?"

"Yes, thank you. I found it rather interesting." He smirked, winking at me.

I'm sure you did.

He slid the file into the carrier before slamming it shut, making me jump.

"Nervous, Agent Anderson?"

"Not at all." I gave him a small smile, standing from the chair before taking the file from the carrier.

He held my gaze for a long while before I spoke again.

"So Doctor Lecter, what have you got?"

"Quid Pro Quo." His hissed, a small smirk on his face.

"Doctor Lecter, this isn't a game!" I said in exasperation.

"Isn't it?" He winked. "Agent Anderson, I want to know more about you. I think it would be quite something to know you in private life."

You don't really have a choice if you want to catch this son of a bitch.

"Go Doctor."

"You haven't been sleeping. I presume you're having nightmares." He stated.

I nodded slowly, averting his gaze.

"What are your nightmares about?"

"My father. He died when I was a child and my mother died recently to cancer. Now I have nothing left."

"You miss them?"

"Of course I do." I murmured, lifting my head, holding it high, fighting away the emotions that were ready to bubble over.

"How did your father die?"

"Drug bust gone wrong." I replied, not wanting to go into detail.

His lips parted slightly as he inhaled gently, holding my steady gaze.

"Quid pro quo." I said, my voice stronger than before. "Tell me what you know, Doctor Lecter."

He gave me a small smile, with an almost sardonic look. Every time I looked at him, a chill ran down my spine.

"Mr Jenson is a lonely fellow. That's why he chooses them. The women he murders. He likes to take them away from their husbands so he can have a taste of their lives."

"In that case, he is most likely to reside nearby to where the women are found."

"Clever girl." He said with a wink. "Quid pro quo, Katherine. Your nightmares of your father. What do they consist of?"

I took a deep breath before replying.

"I dream I am there with him, watching from the sidelines. I know when it's about to happen and I do everything I can to move from the spot to help him, but I can't. My feet won't cooperate and I have to watch him die, cold and alone."

I gazed down at the cold stone floor beneath me, chewing on my lower lip.

Quit while you're ahead, Anderson. This is a bad idea.

"Quid pro quo, Doctor." I finally said, inhaling deeply.

"Mr Jenson likes blondes, as you well know. All of same height, weight, with the same eye colour and ethnicity. This is for a reason, Agent Anderson. Perhaps someone in his life is like the girls he murders."

"A girlfriend or wife maybe?" I asked.

He nodded slowly, confirming my suspicions.

"Agent Anderson, that's all the time you have for today." Carter called down the hallway as he approached me.

"Thank you, Doctor. I'll be back when we find out more on the case." I said, standing from the chair.

"It was lovely to see you again, Agent Anderson." He smiled brightly.

I nodded, before leaving. At least we were getting somewhere.