A new story I have been thinking about posting for a bit. So here goes hope you like!

Disclaimer:Don't own anything involving the show Hannibal(Sadly)

Thank to my beta/friend Midnight Angel414(Love you honey bunny!)

Arriving early for their appointment, Will had to wait outside the room for the person ahead of him to be done and Dr. Lecter to call him in. Sitting in one of the waiting room chairs, Will began to fiddle with his pants leg trying to keep his mind from going over the case he was currently helping the FBI with. Failing after minutes of trying to go over random facts from this morning's news, he slowly slipped into the mindset of the unsub.

Looking around, all Will could see was crimson coating the walls, mold growing in the cracks and crevices slowly blooming into flowers dripping what looked to be blood. They had already figured that the killer was trying to make a work of art, what with every crime scene having a flower drawn on or near the victim in their own blood with grave detail.

Stepping closer to the flowers on the wall and reaching out to touch one, Will jumps from a hand being placed on his shoulder. Turning to see whom it was, he is faced with Dr. Lecter himself. "Hello Wil,l am I interrupting something?" Lecter said with a slight tilt of his head glancing over Will's expression.

"Oh um no sorry. I was just going over some things in my head." Will shifted slightly so the hand on his shoulder would drop away.

"Alright then. Well, I'm ready to have you." Lecter turned and walked into the room holding the door till Will passed then closed it and walked near his desk watching Will.

He could never stay in one place in Dr. Lecter's office feeling so out of place. Though the talks with him usually helped a bit, he couldn't help feeling like a black stain on a white shirt. Going up to the second floor where all the books were kept, Will walked along the wall running his hand along the spines as he went. Turning and stopping with his hand on a random book, he looked down at Lecter shifting feet before he decided to speak up.

"I haven't been sleeping a lot lately, more than usual and when I'm awake I'm not sure sometimes if I really am." Shaking his head, Will turned slightly and looked at where his hand rested, chuckling slightly at the title of 'Analyzing Dreams' before pulling his hand away to walk towards the railing.

Humming slightly as he walked around his desk to lean on the edge facing Will, Lecter folded his arms over his chest looking up. "I see, and has it started happening more since you have been consulting on this case or before?"

"I think it started the first day we got the case. It's like any other one I've done but for some reason it just keeps getting to me. It's like he is taunting me," he sighed out, starting to walk again.

Leaning back and stretching a bit, Will ran his fingers through his hair a bit turning again at Lecter's voice.

"Interesting. How do you think he is taunting you specifically?"

"I don't really know, it's more of a feeling I keep getting."

Deciding he was tired of walking around, he made his way down to the bottom floor again to stand in front of Lecter.

"Well, I don't think he could be zoning in on you specifically. You might be feeling it a bit more since you are more heightened toward the killer himself, that being in his mindset could make you feel like it is aimed at you." Lecter answered back unfolding his arms to walk around his desk again sitting in his chair watching Will as he began to pace again in front of him.

Stopping in his tracks, Will glances at the clock in the room noting the time. Walking back to the front of Dr. Lecter's desk, he leans forward slightly extending his hand, "Thank you again Dr. Lecter for trying to help me with my demons."

Leaning forward in his chair, he accepts Will's hand and shook it slightly.

"Always a pleasure Will. I hope you find your answer soon and are able to lay this to rest."

Nodding his head as he releases Lecter's hand and walking toward the door, he looks back at Lecter once more before opening the door and walking out.

On his way to the lecture hall at the FBI academy, he gets a call from Crawford informing him there was another body. Changing direction and heading to the address given to him, he began thinking about the case again hoping he could stop being so drawn into it.

Getting to the scene, Will walks in to find Crawford and the rest of the team already analyzing everything. Looking around he notices the similarities between this one and the three other victims. All have been placed in an abandoned building, in the largest room at the center with paintings around or on the body. The gender or ethnicities varied each time.

This one was no different it was a Hispanic female, late twenties spread out similar to the Vitruvian man eyes wide and staring into space. The only difference was the painting started on her and moved off her body to the surrounding floor. Light from a broken window shone light on her, illuminating everything around making the scene easier to see.

Walking around, Will begins the process of diving into the killer's mind envisioning how everything was done meticulously as always no detail left out.

More to come within the following days/weeks

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