con·tem·plate

To look at attentively and thoughtfully

To consider carefully and at length; meditate on or ponder

To have in mind as an intention or possibility

ponder; meditate.

Sitting in his chair and drinking a glass of Red wine he stopped and contemplated his unconscious choice: A Tardieu- Laurent Hermitage from 2010. It had a Captivating bouquet combining blackberry and blueberry liqueur, mocha, bitter chocolate, and pipe tobacco, plus an exotic suggestion of incense. Compellingly rich and expansive, with vibrant black and blue fruit flavors and strong floral quality. The smoky, spicy, very long finish that featured suave tannins and lingering floral notes. It was lush but nicely defined, revealing a deep color of bright purple as well as an abundant concentration, structure, and power in its hue.

It reminded him of Her.

But now, that the week had come to an end he smiled and drank his wine concluding that the world was a much more interesting place now, that he discovered that the little minx was in it. The possibility's where quite endless.

Monday

"I understand your urgency Jake but one must stop to gather one's thoughts every once in a while to prevent tunnel vision." Said Dr. Hannibal Lector to Special Agent Jack Crawford. Lugging behind them was the genius profiler, Will Graham.

"I still don't know what we are doing here. I thought this was about a case-" Interjected Will. "-so why are we in the F.B.I training grounds?"

"Look, as strange as this all might seem, you need to trust me. If anyone asks, we're evaluating some of the candidates to help with the hunt for The Chesapeake Ripper." Crawford sighed tiredly.

"That is not the case, obviously" Countered the good doctor.

"Obviously. At the moment he is the least of my problems." Answered the Senior agent. Rubbing his hands over his face and head.

"So, what is this really about? I can't do anything unless I know what I'm supposed to be doing." the profiler added somewhat petulantly. He must have had more difficulty sleeping than usual. Hannibal thought to himself somewhat grimly.

"Will! Please not now. Just, not now, I'll tell you everything later." Jack desperately answered.

Hannibal observed the two men quietly. Will, as was his usual, looked haggard and worn due to his chronic lack of sleep, but Jack looked more- more, frayed, yes that was the word he was looking for, which was in its self unusual, he never had many problems finding the words he needed. But the matter was, Jack looked like he as running on fumes. What intrigued him the most was that he freely admitted that his crusade for the ripper was the least of his problems. Hannibal's attention was drawn to a group of young people that were training in Self-Defense. In the center, there was a medium-framed, fragile-looking woman. Somewhere between the ages of twenty, to twenty-four and she was being pitted against a taller and broader male, three times her size and about eight times her weight.

The scuffle was short, predictable, and ended up on the floor with the young man, above the female, clearly enjoying himself if his subtle grinding had anything to with it.

Hannibal made an effort to hide, the complete nausea that such a scene provoked in him, nausea that soon turned into repulsion when he saw the young woman smile up to him. Hannibal turned his head in time to find Jack and Will in a silent conversation. He was about to join them when a familiar sound graced his ears.

The sound of someone suffocating.

Turning his head toward the sound, he saw something that completely surprised. Right before him, to his amazement, the young woman was suffocating the young man with a Boas Hug. It was clear to him that she only smiled to her opponent to draw him into a false sense of security to then wrap her legs around his waist and squeeze tightly.

It was something he did daily to everyone around him. Her ruse had convinced him, a proficient Pchycologest and a Master manipulator.

His thoughts were cut short when Will called him, informing him that they were leaving.

He spent the remainder of his day catching his thoughts, stubbornly wandering toward the young woman and the scene he witnessed. His subconscious told him that something he saw wasn't right, something that was escaping him. But he ignored the feeling and told himself that it was nothing.

Later in the day when he went to his appointment with Dr. Bedelia, she stayed silent for a few minutes observing him. She then asked simply- "You seem different today. Did anything out of the ordinary happen?"

Hannibal's thoughts again flew toward the young woman. But he once more ignored it and answered instead: "No, I am as I always have been. Nothing of significance happened today, it was quite uneventful actually."

Denial

conscious or unconscious refusal to accept facts, information, or the reality of the situation.

Denial is a defense mechanism.