a meeting of the minds (bruce)
River hadn't had too many visitors. Jesse'd been the best one, though.
River'd gotten to leave the cell. No one knew that but her and Jesse. And she hadn't had to hide from him, either. She hadn't had to stop being what she was. River and Jesse had talked telepathically for a while, and it made her feel like the pressure outside and the pressure inside were equalizing. It made her feel normal again, to be herself, to tell him things without speaking.
She knew she was waiting for the investigation to push forward, and it hadn't been that long exactly that she'd been here. She also knew that the agents would not release her except into a hospital. They talked about it a lot. All the time. The cops and agents were not sure she wasn't insane, that she wasn't a danger to others or herself. River did not like that, but she figured it would be worked out.
Hannibal would not stand for this.
She was surprised when one of the guards opened the door just after lunch, though. This wasn't Hannibal. She knew that before the guard said anything, and before the door even opened fully.