Authoress Note: Welcome to Chapter 33 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. We have one more chapter before we are at the halfway point. I'm excited to show you guys what is to come in the future chapters. I have so much planned out for this part of the series. I know that there is a lot going on throughout this entire story, but that is what makes this story unique. Plus I'm still trying my best with trying to write Hannibal and the other characters to make the characters seem in character and not out of character. I promise there will be more Mischa at some points and I am of course happy to begin this next chapter. And a double update today since I kinda feel bad that I haven't been updating this story like I should've been. Without further ado Chapter 33. ENJOY!

Chapter 33

Margarita went to the door and knocked on her husband's door to the office. She was dressed in a slim black skirt, with a white button down and black blazer to cover the top of it. She tapped her kitten heels on the floor knowing that

Hannibal opened the door looking at his wife, once again dressed in a nice three piece suit that suited him. It was something that he knew Margarita enjoyed seeing him in.

"Franklyn is here to see you."

Hannibal nodded his head and saw Franklyn looking rather sheepishly and awkward. "Good morning. Please come in."

Franklyn got up to his feet and walked into Hannibal's office.

Hannibal looked at his wife. "I won't be too long, love."

Margarita waved her hand softly. "Take your time Hannibal. It's his hour after all." She mused softly with a smile. She moved away from the door as Hannibal closed the door. She let out a soft breath knowing that Hannibal was going to have a hard time with Franklyn. She knew that sooner or later Hannibal was going to make him see a new doctor so he didn't have to put up with the stress of knowing that Franklyn seemed to always be following him.

She pursed her lips softly as she organized everything that Hannibal needed throughout the day for all of his patients. She let out a soft breath as she put the notebooks in order.

HANNIBAL

Afternoon had come and Hannibal slowly came out of his office seeing his wife with their daughter in the waiting room working on a coloring book together. Hannibal smiled softly as he looked at his wife.

Margarita looked up at Hannibal. "I take it that you're going to see Bedelia?" She questioned her brows furrowing slightly knowing that she didn't like the idea of Hannibal seeing Bedelia since Bedelia gave her an odd feeling everytime Hannibal went to see her.

Hannibal nodded his head slowly. "You know I only have eyes for you, love." He said coming over to her and stroking her cheek softly.

Margarita took a soft breath. "I don't know why you want to see her…" She said as she carefully got up to her feet.

"She is my psychiatrist." Hannibal pointed out looking at her with a soft look. "I know that you're afraid of having me see her."

"She rubs me the wrong way Hannibal… I know that she's told you things like her not liking the idea that you're with me."

"And I have corrected her on it many times."

"Hannibal there is a good chance she'll figure out that you're hiding something." She said softly, keeping her voice low knowing that Mischa didn't need to hear what they were talking about.

Hannibal stroked her cheek softly with his hand. "Don't worry, she won't find out. No one will figure it out."

Margarita slowly nodded her head. "As long as you are certain."

Hannibal nodded his head. "I am very certain."

HANNIBAL

Margarita walked to Hannibal's office and knocked on the door.

Hannibal opened the door to see Margarita standing there.

"Will is here for you." She said softly, sounding exhausted.

Hannibal nodded his head slowly. He turned his attention to Will. "Good evening. Please come in."

Will slowly got up to his feet taking a breath through his nose as he slowly went into Hannibal's office.

Margarita looked at her husband. "We'll see you after you're finished working with Will for dinner."

Hannibal nodded his head. "I will be finished soon, love."

Margarita nodded her head slowly and went to go back to the living room where theri daughter was most likely playing. She took a soft breath as she saw her daughter playing with a small fake tea set. A soft smile came to her lips as she watched their daughter play. Her hands nervously wrung together at her sides as she watched their daughter play. She knew that sooner or later Hannibal would be able to tell that something was off with her and that she was hiding something from him and it wasn't fair to him that she had known since the night before at the Opera.

She could only hope that her husband would be alright with her keeping the truth of what was wrong with her a secret for a little bit longer. At least until the following day. She had told him that she was to see the doctor, but never went into great detail of what it was for. She needed to try and keep it a secret just a little bit longer before she could actually tell him. She wanted to be sure.

HANNIBAL

Margarita sat in the kitchen with her husband as he opened the rolodex that he had in his kitchen. She bit her lip softly as she watched his fingers walk through the business cards that he had collected over time. She watched his fingers stop at one of the cards and he carefully plucked it out.

Hannibal then walked over to the recipe file that he had and went through all of the recipe cards that he had in there to stop at one and plucked it out of the file. He looked at the recipe card and smiled at the selection he had made. His eyes slowly drifted over to his wife.

"You're going hunting aren't you?" She questioned softly knowing exactly what he was doing was something that she had seen him do countless times in the past.

"Yes, I am."

Margarita got up out of her chair. "Will you be gone long?" She questioned softly wrapping her arms around herself.

"I don't plan on being gone too long." He told his wife softly.

"I would love to go with you." She said softly, her green eyes locking with his brown ones. She hated it when he went out and left her alone while he was going out and killing someone for being rude in all aspects of their life.

Hannibal's brow raised as he looked at his wife. "Are you certain you want to go? You told me that you are seeing the doctor tomorrow… won't it make you tired if you went with me?"

Margarita shook her head lightly. "I wouldn't be tired to see the doctor, Hannibal."

Hannibal let out a soft humm and then slowly nodded his head. "Alright. We have to be quick."

"I can call her sitter in for a few hours to make sure she's cared for…"

Hannibal slowly nodded his head. "Alright."

HANNIBAL

Hannibal drove his car down the road with Margarita sitting next to him silently.

"So Andrew Caldwell." She said softly looking over at her husband.

"Yes, he will be perfect…"

Margarita nodded her head slowly. "I take it that he did something to anger you. That is how all your victims are chosen. To be honest I really thought that you would have killed me…"

"I would never kill you, Mar. You're important in my life and I wouldn't think of ending your life."

Margarita let out a soft hum as she looked over at her husband out of the corner of her eyes. "I know you wouldn't. But with me hiding Mischa from you for over two years… it doesn't make me any better than the people that you hunt."

"You are better than them. They deserve death."

Margarita nodded her head as Hannibal slowly brought the car to a stop seeing the car that belonged to Andrew Caldwell.

Hannibal looked over at his wife. "Stay here."

Margarita nodded her head. "Of course."

Hannibal got out of the car leaving the door open. He slowly began to approach Andrew. "Do you need help?"

"I must've hit a rock or something. Gouged my gas tank." Andrew stated before stopping and actually looking at Hannibal who was approaching him. "Have we met before?"

Margarita watched from her seat as a smirk came to her lips. This was one of the things that she enjoyed the most. Watching Hannibal in the mode to kill.

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This is the end of Chapter 33. I hope that you guys enjoyed this chapter. I wanted to try and make this chapter a bit longer, but I don't think I fully succeeded in making this chapter long enough, but I did try my best in doing so. What do you think Margarita is hiding from Hannibal? Is it something bad or is it something good for the two of them? Please leave a review and let me know what you think. Reviews help me keep going when it comes to writing. It helps me keep my muse going so it doesn't fully go away. I will hopefully update on Friday. Until next time.