The door opened with a sinister creek, and the tall, lean man on the opposite side of it peered at the two FBI agents. One of them was significantly taller than the other, and had hair down to his shoulders. The other, shorter, would be considered as attractive if a man was that way inclined, and had piercing green eyes that shot through the man staring at him as if he were made of paper.

"Hiya," the smaller man started, "I'm Detective Han and this is Detective Solo," he nodded to his partner, "we're here to talk about the case of the Chesapeake Ripper."

"Do come in gentlemen," the tall, lean man motioned towards the two chairs in the middle of his office and slowly position himself in between them.

"Nice place you got here," said Detective Solo, looking around the office, "lots of books."

"Reading is one of my strong suits," said the lean man, "it gives me the knowledge that I need for my profession. Now what can I do for you two gentlemen?"

"You are Dr. Hannibal Lecter, correct?" started detective Han, flicking through his notebook.

"Yes," the doctor replied, trying to peer into the notebook with extreme subtlety.

"And you work with Will Graham?" asked detective Solo, looking at Dr. Lecter with empathetic yet formal eyes.

"Yes," answered Dr. Lecter, "I sometimes help Will Graham with his cases and I normally consult with him as his Psychiatrist."

"So I presume you're working with him on the Chesapeake Ripper case then?" asked detective Han, scribbling out a line from his notebook as he did so.

"Of course, though the Chesapeake Ripper is a name given to the criminal by the media. Insinuating that the criminal has no methodological processes behind the act would be... irrational." Dr. Lecter gazed at the floor momentarily before looking back up at the two agents, "how does this matter concern you, may I ask?"

"Oh, erm, the Chesapeake Ripper case is one of great interest in the bureau, and we're here to make sure the investigation is going according to plan" answered detective Solo, shifting uncomfortably in his chair as he did so.

"May I take a look at your identification, please?" asked Dr. Lecter, after a controlled exhale.

"Erm, sure" replied detecive Solo, giving the doctor his I.D. as he did so.

Dr. Lecter surveyed the I.D. card closely, noting every mark behind the laminated surface. He cocked his head slightly and, taking into account the angle of his head, held the wallet up to eye level and inspected it's seam. There was a pause of a few minutes before Dr. Lecter gave the card back to detective Solo, the pair of detectives were so transfixed with the way Dr. Lecter examined the wallet the identification that they barely noticed any time passing at all.

"Good," said Dr. Lecter, reserved and calm, "for a counterfeit." The doctor walked up to a statue of a stag and caressed it. "Now, why are you really here?"

Detective Han cleared his throat, "I'm Dean and this is Sam... we're hunters, like the Chesapeake Ripper was, and we're writing an article about how his crimes have impacted the hunting community."

"Is that so?" asked Dr. Lecter calmly whilst slipping on two black leather gloves, "well, maybe it's time for us to have a hunt ourselves." The doctor walked slowly towards Sam and Dean, holding the stag statue with poise and finesse.

"But... but you're a doctor, not a hunter!" blurted out Sam, trying desperately to stay in character until the very last minute.

Dr. Lecter lifted up the stag above his head. His arms were quivering, Sam could notice the veins in them twitching psychotically. Both Sam and Dean were now transfixed in Dr. Lecter's presence and were rooted to the spot they were standing on. Never since the yellow eyed demon had they met such a monster, but this was no monster, they'd been investigating him for weeks, this was just your average everyday psychopath, and that was more terrifying than anything the pit could concoct.

One of Dr. Lecters research papers brushed past Dean's face, momentarily breaking his fixation. He was too terrified to pay attention to a menial occurrence like that, but then another one of Dr. Lecter's research paper brushed past Sam's face. But now, an entire desk of research papers was circling around Dr. Lecter's office, and Sam could swear that the faint sound of a broken engine could be heard in the air.

Then, as if from nowhere, a blue box stood in one corner of Dr. Lecter's office.

Now even Dr. Lecter's fixation was broken, and he turned to the box in bemusement.

"Hello!" said a voice from inside the box. "Did somebody say Doctor?" a mass of floppy brown hair and bowtie popped out of the door of the blue box and grinned at the three people in the office.