Dr. Hannibal Lecter sat in his office, overviewing his schedule for the next few weeks. He was checking to see if a patient has visited in the past, when he came a cross a date that caught his eye. "Will Graham- Consult" That was eight weeks ago. Had it really only been eight weeks since he first met Will? It seemed like ages, and while he was helping Will mentally by being his therapist, by request of Jack Crawford, he was also helping him on cases.
It almost felt as like every day, Will and Jack would come to him, asking for advice or help on new cases. Hannibal feared that Jack was overworking Will, for he was beginning to see Will deteriorate mentally a little bit every day. He was losing time, and whole hours had begun to slip away from Will's conscious.
Will was worried that these hallucinations could be a cause of something more, something physically wrong with his brain. After a visit with a neurologist, a college of Hannibal's, they discovered that Will is suffering from Encephalitis. Hannibal then hid the results from Will; he wanted to know what would unfold if such a disease would go on untreated. This was a part of Hannibal's Master Plan.
But was there something more going on between the two of them? Hannibal often wondered, because no doubt did he have strong feelings for Will. The question was what type of feelings were they? More than curiosity for him, for Hannibal often has a fascination with the unique, especially when it came to others. Maybe it was there connection to Abigail Hobbs, and how they now were the ones who felt responsible for her; her two new fathers.
Hannibal was about to put away his planner when he heard a pounding coming from the other side of his office door. Startled, he opened the door, with some reservations, only to see Will, in a sweat, panting, and covered in blood.
Before he could ask any questions, Will comes barreling into the room, and lies down on Hannibal's couch. "I think I killed someone.", Will said, quickly and smoothly. He glared up at Hannibal, looking at him with mixed emotions of pain and fear. Was that joy he saw as well?
"Are you sure you killed someone, or did you lose your reality? Maybe your perception went astray, causing you to fall deeper into the empathy then normal."
"No, Hannibal, this one was different. Th-this time it was not like the others. One minute, I wake up in a cold sweat, and the next I'm over some… girl's body with a knife. I-I scramble away, open the door, but this time, no one was outside that door. Not Jack, not Alana, not Beverly, not… any-yone", Will lingered at the last words, finally letting the reality set in. Will was not at a crime scene; he had created one.
Hannibal looked away from Will, placed his hands behind his back, and strolled to the window. Hannibal needed a minute to think. He knew what he had to do the minute Will walked in, but he was hesitant, he wanted to make sure.
"Will, am I the first person you came to?" Hannibal walked back over to him, sitting on his chair opposite of Will. What he really meant was, did you tell Jack? Will stood up, hands shaking. "Yes. I don't think Jack would know what to do… at least not what to say. I fear he would… arr-rest me on the spot."
Hannibal got up from his chair, and stood close to Will now, there noses only a few inches away. This was the perfect opportunity for Hannibal. This was his plan all along, to have Will join him, become his partner in crime. He wanted to trust Will, and this just confirmed his suspicions. He took a deep breath, and then looked Will directly in the eyes. "Tell me where this girl lives. We're going to have to dispose of the body."
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