So, fannibals, this is my first fanfic in a long time, and my first Hannigram fanfic, but be prepared for some pretty hardcore stuff. Um, though it might take a few chapters to pick up.

Mostly obsessive cannibals, adorkable FBI profilers and dogs. Lotsa lotsa dogs. All rights go to however deserves them, yadda yadda yadda.

No non-con in this chapter, but be prepared.

Chapter 1

William Graham was not a neat person. Anyone who knew him figured this out pretty quickly, since it was written all over what he wore and what he did. His car was fine example of that.

It was old, rusted blue, barely pulling through and on the verge of dying every single possible day, and the inside was coated in a layer of pages that were plans and paper he had to grade for class. To someone who didn't know, it would several dictionaries had blown up inside the car, but Will Graham assured anyone who asked that he had a system. He could afford a better car, but he wouldn't leave the one he had until it flat out and died.

Which it did, on his way to work on an early Saturday morning, leaving him stranded in Nowhere, Maryland with nothing but twenty miles between him and the next town. He stared glumly at the engine for an obscene amount of time, thinking that if he just stared long enough and looked sad enough, the radiator would eventually up and fix without his help. Pulling his head out, he took a deep breath to let go of the urge to kick the car, and then it started to rain.

Whimpering slightly, something he'd never do if he'd thought anyone was watching, he pulled his hood up to try to defend his glasses against the rain.

If anyone came by at all on this road, it would be a complete blessing. He'd been on his way to Oakfield, Pennsylvania to help Agent Crawford with a case, another one by the Chesapeake Ripper. It was the first time the Chesapeake Ripper had killed in at least two years, and Jack was desperate to catch him this time, so much so that he was happy to drag Will Graham out of his classes and get him out on the field. Will wasn't sure how much use he'd be. He'd spent all of last evening looking at the crime scene photos from the last time he'd struck and he was missing something, he knew he was missing something, but he couldn't figure out what that was.

He'd been hoping to find it out today, at that crime scene, but he could only figure out the mystery if he could actually get there, which wasn't looking likely. Sadly enough, he'd left his phone at home again, since he could never get the hang of using it. He lay back in his seat, allowing for a moment the rain and the car to defeat him.

Headlights glowed behind him and his eyes shot open. He fumbled to get the car down open and jumped out in a puddle, holding his hand over his eyes to try and see. A black, expensive looking car was approaching, and Will prayed he would be able to see him through all the rain. He stood on the side of the road and waved, hoping to get some attention, and the car speed by.

He let out a deep sigh.

Figures, that meant he had to walk all the way to town to call and taxi and get totally soaked—up ahead, the black car pulled over not fifteen feet from Will and he perked up. The man's features were sharp and regally handsome, his hair was thick and combed back away from his fine features, but what were really fascinating were his eyes. They were an odd shade, somewhere between bright yellow and brown, and from the reflection glancing off the light in his car; his eyes seemed, for a moment, scarlet red.

Dr. Lector.

"Car troubles?" He asked, his voice light and foreign, and his eyes sparkling a bit with humor. Will let out a huge sigh of relief.

"Thank god it's you, Doctor. I was really hoping I wasn't going to have to beg a ride off of some stranger."

"It's not a problem." Hannibal said with an easy, slight smile. "I am happy to help a friend in need. Your car, it is dead?"

Smiling sheepishly, Will shrugged. "It's been on the brink of death for years. I was wondering if I could borrow your cellphone? I left mine at home."

"Absolutely, but first why don't you come in out of that rain. It looks horrendous out there," his nose was crinkled in disdain. In truth, it was starting to become a down wards flood of epic proportions. "I wouldn't want my favorite patient getting sick, after all."

"Thank you," Will said with a smile, sliding in, trying to keep his seat from getting wet. He called the tow company first, telling them to be extra careful with his car and not to move around any of the stuff on the floor and seats. Finally, he looked at Hannibal. "You wouldn't happen to be going to Pennsylvania, too, would you?"

"Indeed, I am." Hannibal said after an unnoticeable and short pause.

"Oh, good, I'm glad Jack called you in too. I hate having to work the Ripper cases alone, it's just so…" He struggled to find the right words for it.

"Creepy?" Hannibal asked with a slight smile.

"No, not that," Will tossed his head to the side, shyly. "Well, I suppose you are my therapist, or my… I don't know, friend? I just kind of feel when I see the Ripper's victims…"

"Yes?" Hannibal asked, barely able to contain himself.

"I see myself in them." Will said finally, and the touch of a real smile came across Hannibal's face, the first real one in years. "It's hard to explain."

"Then don't." Hannibal said. "Some things are impossible to put into the human language. Tell me, what have you gathered from his victims?" They settled into the old routine of questions, Will becoming noticeably more comfortable.

"Well, this is at least the fifth Ripper victim I've been to, so I think I have a pretty good feel on who I think he is. He's… intelligent, sophisticated, and he thinks… no, he knows he's better than his victims. He thinks they're filth, animals, undeserving… but despite it all he's happy with the time he spends with them, with… what he gets out of it. He's vastly enjoying himself." Will said, turning his head slightly to the side as he thought. Hannibal's eyes glowed, and his smile turned into a smirk. Will was one of the few people he liked to hear talk about 'The Ripper', because he was always so… right. In fact, everything about Will was perfect. Hannibal had created killers before, but… none like Will Graham. He was special. Hannibal saw himself in Will, saw someone worthy for the first time in what seemed like forever. He wanted to make Will into a killer, but more than that.

All the others had merely been experiments, distractions, and he enjoyed seeing them get caught. Will, on the other hand, he wanted to keep forever. He wanted to make Will into the perfect untouchable killer, like himself. He wanted Will to be his partner, in every way.

They would take people and kill them together—it would be easy to influence Will's trusting mind, especially with the usage of drugs and his empathy. Then they'd devour the bodies, and… and…

He imagined sinking into Will's trusting body, making them whole, complete, together. The things he'd do to him…

"It's exciting," Will said, blissfully unaware, "isn't it?"

"Hmm?" Hannibal asked, snapped out of his daydreams.

"Jack didn't tell you? The Ripper left some sort of evidence, so they're about to find him. Apparently the victim stayed alive long enough to make some sort of phone call, and knew whom the Ripper was. He said who it was on the recording." Will said, still blissful, but Hannibal could feel the blood pounding in his ears. That little maggot Harrison! He knew he should have made sure, but he'd already strangled him and cut out his liver and kidneys. How could he have…?

And Jack. Calling him in that soft voice, leading him right to his own arrest. What a foolish mistake. He couldn't believe it was about to end like this.

"Interesting," Hannibal finally managed.

"Yeah, actually, I was going to call Jack, give him a heads-up that I might be a bit late. You don't mind?" Hannibal indicated that he didn't and Will picked up the phone. He could hear the dial tone clearly enough, and his mind was ablaze. Of course he had a backup plane to leave the States for this very situation, but he couldn't leave Will behind. All his plans…

Even as Jack answered the phone, Hannibal was already deciding what to do. The car began to slow down.

"Hello, Jack? I had a bit of car trouble so I'm going to be late."

Faintly, he heard Jack talking back over the phone.

"Oh, yeah," Will said, as the car gained more and more speed. "I got a ride with Hannibal. Apparently he was on his way there, too?"

Absolute silence on the other end, except the faintest of gasps, which told Hannibal all he needed to know. Already the steering wheel was drifting, and Hannibal was preparing himself for it. Then Jack started yelling, so loud even Hannibal could hear him.

"Get out, Will! He's the Ripper! Hannibal is the Ripper!"

There was the faintest pause of time, as Will comprehended what was said, and faintly turned to look at Hannibal out of the corner of his eye. Hannibal was already leaning over across the seat, going for the glove compartment and Will still wasn't moving, staring at Hannibal with an indecipherable look of shock and betrayal on his face and still not moving. Hannibal pulled a needle out of the compartment and then finally Will reacted, shoving Hannibal's arm away and struggling against his seatbelt to get out. He grabbed Will strongly with the one arm that wasn't holding the needle, pressing Will's back into his chest, his arm under his chin.

It reminded Hannibal of all his times with his victims, though this time was obscenely different. Will was different. There was something heart wrenching, even to Hannibal, about seeing the despair and fear and betrayal on Will's face, though his face as always was emotionless. Calmly, confidently, Hannibal managed to jab the needle into Will Graham's arm and inject him, despite his struggles. Finally, Will's struggles lessened and lessened, until Will was fully asleep in his arms. He pulled the needle out and back into the glove compartment, stopping only to place a tender and compassionate kiss on Will's head. He hadn't wanted it to go like this, but he was convinced there were still ways to make Will exactly the way he wanted him to be.

Over the telephone, Jack screamed and shouted, but Hannibal had already made his choice to pick up and go, and so he started the car back up with Will in the seat next to him and began the long road.

There were still ways to make Will his, and he now had all the time in the world to do it.

Warnings for murder in the next chapter, though I'm sure that shocks no one. Please read & review! It helps, it really does.