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Messed Up World @rainbowhairedgirl
Chapter 16

Authoress Note: Welcome to Chapter 16 of Messed Up World. Thank you to those who have left reviews for this story. It really does mean a lot to me that you guys are enjoying this story. I've been trying my hardest to write this out and make it turn out as good as I can get it. I am still debating on if this should be a Hannibal/Margarita/Will story or just a Hannibal/Margarita story. I kind of do want to keep to what they did in the show, but what do you my readers want to see? I'm always curious about what my readers would like to see in stories. It helps me become a better writer. Without further ado Chapter 16. ENJOY!

Chapter 16

Margarita sat in the office working on a computer as she waited for Hannibal's last patient, Will to show up for his appointment. Her mind still reeled from what had happened the night before. Knocking Alana out with a heavy blow slamming her head against the wall. She knew that Hannibal ticked that way and sometimes it worried her if one day it would end up hurting someone a lot worse than what had happened with Alana.

She looked up seeing Will entering the waiting room. She slowly got up to her feet. "Hannibal is waiting for you Will." She said softly, offering him a small smile. She moved her head, gesturing to him to follow her. She led him towards Hannibal's office. She knocked on the door lightly before opening it. "Will is here Hannibal." She said softly to her husband, giving him a small smile. She moved out of the way to allow Will to enter the office.

Will slowly entered the office taking a breath through his nose as he walked past her.

Margarita slowly closed the door taking a soft breath as she heard the pitter patter of their two year old rushing towards her.

Mischa threw herself into Margarita's arms, hugging her mother tightly. "MOMMY!" She squealed happily.

Margarita carefully picked up Mischa and carried her towards the waiting room. "Now there is my little princess." She said softly kissing her daughter lightly on the top of her head. "Now were you good for your babysitter yesterday?"

"Yes, mommy." She said softly looking up at her mother with bright brown eyes.

Margarita smiled softly as she carefully sat down.


Margarita blinked a few times hearing her daughter having a questioning tone in voice. She looked at her daughter, her brow quirking a little bit. "Yes, princess?"

"When will I have a sibling?" She questioned softly looking up at her mother, her brows pinching together in worry.

Margarita looked at her daughter with wide eyes. "You want a sibling?"

"Yes, I know you have a sibling. Daddy used to have a sibling." Mischa said softly, pointing out that both of her parents had siblings. "I would love to have a sibling."

Margarita swallowed the lump in her throat. She should've known at some point Mischa would ask for a sibling. And of course she really didn't know what to tell her young daughter. She knew Hannibal was agreeable of having another child so he could be there this time to see the milestones he had missed with Mischa. "Well, your father and I shall talk about it." She said softly.

"Yeah?" She asked, tilting her head to the side rather cutely, wondering if her mother was going to do exactly just that.

"Yes, I promise you that I will talk to your father about having a sibling."

Mischa smiled a small little cute smile. "Okay."

Margarita took a soft breath knowing that her daughter was going to be something else until she got a sibling that she could play with.


Margarita came into Hannibal's office later that night after putting Mischa down for the night. She had brought Mischa in to wish her father a good night knowing that her father was fairly busy with working on Will's file. Margarita watched her husband working quietly at his desk in his darkened space. He was scribbling into Will's Patient notebook, adding in new observations. "Hannibal, Mischa's in bed." She told her husband softly.

There was a creek from the balcony above their head.

Hannibal lifted his pen from the page. "Hello, Abigail."

Abigail was standing on the second floor library.

Margarita looked up seeing Abigail nervously standing there.

"How did you know it was me?" Abigail questioned Hannibal softly, her hands wringing together at her sides.

"Hospital called. You climbed over the wall. Where else were you to go? Home is no longer an option. Come down from there." He said as he got up to his feet going towards the ladder.

Abigail climbed down the ladder, taking Hannibal's hand for balance as she stepped off the last rungs on the floor. "I don't want to go to sleep."

"You can't anticipate your dreams, can't block them, can't repress."

"I didn't honor any part of him. So it's just murder, isn't it?"

"Most would argue self defense."

"Then why not tell the truth." Abigail questioned softly wondering why Hannibal and Margarita would help her hide the body.

"Most would argue. There would still be those who would say you were taking after your father."

"Am I?"

"Like your father, you know the unreality of the people who die. You understand that they are not flesh, but light and air and color. Quick sounds quickly end when you change them. You changed Nicholas Boyle like a burst balloon."

A wave of nausea washed over Abigail, but she pushed it down. "You said I gutted him. Like a deer."

"Nicholas Boyle is more important for the gutting, more important than the life he clamored after."

Margarita closed Will's book so Abigail wouldn't get to see what Hannibal wrote in there.

"You're glad I killed him." Abigail said softly looking up at Hannibal.

"What would be the alternative? That he killed you?" Hannibal questioned his brow raising as he looked at the teenager.

"I don't know if he was going to."

"No, you don't."

"You're the one who called the house. You talked to my dad before... What did you say to him?"

Margarita froze her hands grabbing at her sides. Anger flashed through her, of course her husband had something to do with what had happened. She looked away rather frustrated.

"A simple conversation, ascertaining if he was home for an interview." He noticed the look on Abigail's face. "Then why not tell the truth?"

"They think who called the house was a serial killer. Just like my dad." Abigail pointed out looking up at Hannibal, her brows furrowing slightly.

"I'm nothing like your father. I made a mistake. Something easily misconstrued. Not unlike yourself. I'll keep your secret."

"And I'll keep yours." Abigail said softly. She looked over at Margarita wondering if she would keep the secrets as well.

"Reassuring to recognize when the bolt of our fates slides home. No more climbing walls, Abigail. And you needn't worry about my wife. She doesn't say anything about secrets."

Margarita turned to look at the two of them. "I'm a very good secret keeper." She mused softly not giving away how angry she was at Hannibal in what he had done and him keeping it all a secret from her made her even more angry that he didn't dare think that she needed to know such information.

Hannibal looked over at his wife and saw that she had her arms crossed. He could easily tell that she was tired, but he could also tell how she was, that she was rather upset with him. He inwardly sighed knowing that he should've told him what had happened, but he couldn't really do that at all in honesty. He didn't want her to worry, but he knew that she might end up having him sleep somewhere else than in bed with her.

"Abigail, I think you should go back to the hospital." Margarita pointed out looking at the teenager. "I know you don't want to be there, but right now you need to be. Hannibal and I have to talk."

Abigail looked up at Margarita and saw the look on her face. She knew that Margarita wasn't happy with her being there. Abigail nodded her head slowly and left the room to go back to the hospital knowing that she needed to be back there so she wouldn't get into more trouble.

Hannibal looked over at Margarita seeing the look on his wife's face.

Margarita crossed her arms in agitation. "You didn't tell me the truth Hannibal. About what happened at the Hobbs home. That you called." Margarita shook her head feeling tears coming to her eyes. She couldn't look her husband in the eyes. "Mischa asked me a question and now I'm not even sure that we're even ready for that if you couldn't trust me with this little detail."

Hannibal came up to his wife and touched her shoulder lightly knowing that she was very upset with him. "I'm sorry Rita." He said softly rubbing her shoulder softly trying to soothe her. "I wanted to tell you."

"Don't do that Hannibal. You're deflecting." Margarita said, pulling away from him. She shook her head lightly. "Why couldn't you just tell me. I know who you are and how well you've hidden yourself from the people I work with."

"Rita, I was going to tell you. Now what did Mischa talk to you about, meilė?" He asked softly, touching her shoulder again knowing that she was still rather upset. He pulled her into his arms wrapping his arms around her frame so she couldn't push him away.

"She wants a sibling, Hannibal." She said softly gripping onto his suit jacket sniffling softly as a few tears slid down her cheeks. "She mentioned you have a sister, me having my brother… She wants a sibling to spend time with just like we both had when we were younger. I told her that I would talk to you, but seeing the fact that you couldn't tell me about the phone call you made to Hobbs… I don't even know we're ready for that…"

"We are meilė. We are ready for that step. I've told you that we are."

"But you keep secrets…"

"I promise I won't do that again. Unless I need to. I know I made a mistake in not telling you."

Margarita sniffled softly gripping onto his suit jacket tighter in her hands. "You got that right."

Hannibal kissed the top of her head softly. "I'm sorry."


That is the end of Chapter 16. I hope that you guys enjoyed this chapter. I kind of figured that Margarita would be angry with Hannibal not telling her the truth. And Mischa wanting a sibling I thought would be a cute little scene. Please leave a review and let me know what you think. Reviews help me keep going when it comes to writing. I will update on Friday as long as I have chapters to post. Until next time.

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