The Universe's Mixer

Lindsey was in at his usual time every day after meeting Hannibal Lecter.

He had plenty to look at with River Tam's case, and really, though he wasn't so sure this kid would grow up to be the monster that Anthony Hopkins played, Lindsey really wasn't about to get on the guy's bad side. He figured as long as he did his job--which he was very, very good at--that wasn't going to happen. He remembered a line from "The Silence of the Lambs" after watching it again, after Andrea found it: "He'd never go after me. I can't explain it. It's like he'd think it was impolite." Starling'd said it.

Today was no different, though when he arrived at work, Andrea looked sheepish.

"Everything okay?" he asked her.

"There's a Doctor Crane in your office to see you."

Lindsey sighed. "I didn't have any appointments."

"I know, but..."

"I'll go see 'em, just... enough with the early mornin' people thing," he muttered, passing her desk and going inside.

He set his coffee down and smiled at the man in the chair Lecter'd sat in just days ago. "Hi there, Doctor Crane. What can I do for you?"