Chapter 1:

Will felt the hands on him before he opened his eyes. As he laid there, on the cusp of sleep, Will first assumed it was another fabrication from his overactive imagination or perhaps just a strange dream. But as the hands traveled along his body, they became more tangible. They started at his calves, rubbing and stroking up and down. Firm, yet gentle, they gradually made their way towards his thighs. Will could feel his blood rushing towards his steadily filling cock as the hands began to spread his thighs. Groaning in his sleep, Will lifted his hips as the hands bypassed his groin area and continued towards his upper body. One of the hands lightly dragged its nails along his midriff and the other settled along the left side of his chest. It began grabbing at his pectoral with the occasional squeeze and he swore he could feel it "Ahhhh" tugging on his chest hair.

Will breathed in and breathed out, slowly returning to full consciousness. "My name is Will Graham. It is 2:31 a-Fuck!" Will jerked out of his bed. The hand that was rubbing his chest had sharply twisted his nipple. "Oh fuck, no, no, not dealing with this tonight" Thoroughly freaked out, Will quickly made his way downstairs. Two steps at a time, alerting half of his dogs in the process.

Heavily breathing, Will switched on all of the lights in the living room and turned on the TV. "Go back to sleep, Buster." Will plopped down on the couch and brushed his hand behind Buster's ears. As more dogs came to lay down around him, he proceeded to fall asleep to the sound of infomercials blaring in the background. When he woke up the next morning, he chalked last night's incident up to some form of dream paralysis and tried his best to forget about it.

"So how was your weekend?" Beverly looked across the lab table, her smirk casually leaning to the side. Will was invited by Jack Crawford to take a look at the latest body that turned up from this week's latest case. Will sighed, "You know how it went".

Beverly had set him up on a blind date with one of her male friends. Or was it a friend of a friend? Needless to say, it did not go well. "No no, I don't know anything. Josh didn't tell me anything except that he had a good time with you, that's all". "If you call spending half of your date awkwardly seating in silence and checking your phone for the time then yeah, we had a spectacular time together". No small amount of sarcasm dripped from his voice. "Ha ha, now don't go getting surly with me. I'm just trying to help get you laid. Lord knows you need somebody hitting that".

Will took off his glasses and pinched his nose. Suddenly a headache was coming on, he wondered why. Must be the excessive eye rolling. "You know I didn't mean it like that, Bev. I'm just so tired of forcing a social competency". "Oh and when do you attempt to be social?" With her eyebrow raised, Will knew Beverly was right. Now a days he didn't really expend much effort to socialize outside of work. The need to function well at both his professor position and with Jack was enough to tire him out for the entire day if not for the entire week. Will sighed again, "Bev...I'm tired, okay? I didn't get much sleep last night and I just want to drop this".

She immediately sobered up. "What happened...?" Her voice softened. Will really did not want to deal with this today either. "PRICE!" Will jumped away from the table. Jack was back in the lab and apparently found Jimmy and Brian goofing off again. Thank God. Beverly took out her gloves and went back to work.

"Look", Beverly said, "why don't we go out tonight for a drink or two on me, huh?" "It's Monday" "Oh like that means anything, come on Graham, you need it. I need it. Brian, Jimmy, and I were going to go either way tonight" That did not surprise Will at all. Jimmy had a bit of an alcohol problem. 'By a bit' meaning Will swore he saw Jimmy pull out a flask now and again during lunch breaks.

"No offense, but I'm going to have to pass on that one. It's still a school night and I still haven't finished grading the midterm papers and-" Beverly quickly waved Will off. "No, I get it. It's okay, wouldn't want to force social competency on you" she winked and smirked again, "Now, how about we get back to work before Jack comes in yelling at us too". Will smiled too, he could always count on Beverly to let things go. "Yeah, you're right. Of course". Will went over to the table where Beverly was fiddling with the cadaver and put on his gloves. "Now which specific organs were replaced with animal organs?"

Will should have gone out with Beverly. After spending the day at the lab, Will spent five hours going over midterm papers. Seriously, he gave them a week to write them at home how the hell did half of them end up this bad? Not knowing how to come up with an original thought is one thing but incomplete sentences and spelling errors? Really? It was almost as if Will didn't want to bang his head on the nearest hard surface...repeatedly.

Finally, Will was now sitting alone at home. Generously filling his night cap with some whiskey, Will opened the front door to let the dogs outside to go to the bathroom. After a couple of minutes, he whistled and called them back inside. He went into the living room and settled down in front of his TV after refilling his drink for the third time. "Well if I'm going to get drunk, I might as well do it at home. Right, Jackson?" The dog tilted his head, Jackson did not approve. "Phhf, says what you know". For once, Will felt relatively happy. The TV was playing reruns of an old 90's show he was always fond of and his body was thrumming in warmth and a light vibration. Maybe that's why when the hands returned to his bed later that night again, he didn't stop them.

AN: First fanfic and I don't have a beta reader as of now so I hope there aren't too many grammatical errors. It could end up being two chapters long or it could be longer. I'll just have to see what happens when I start on the second chapter this week.