You were both in his car, you hurt your leg at the crime scene. You tripped and got slashed by a sharp rock, lucky Hannibal was there to help you and offered to drive you Home. You were all cozy in the passenger seat, blanket, soft AC, the rain hitting the car. Your leg still hummed with pain, but it was better. Hannibal's cologne lingered in the air. His eyes were focused on the road, but you could see him glance at you once in a while, his brilliant brown eyes seeming to analyze you.