ONE
It started out like any other day... Well, a day consisting of the new routine Will Graham had gotten himself into. Why had Will forgone his previous and already quite a comfortable routine? Well, my humble readers, the answer consisted of two reasons: an alpha psychiatrist, who was a petulant child that was repulsed by the idea of sharing. And an amazing mind-blowing heat that left both of them mated.
It should be self explanatory, really.
The alarm rudely awoke the both of them, making Will groan and shut it off with a clatter, the plastic of the alarm clock moving around the nightstand. The omega returned to the warm, protective hold of Hannibal Lecter. The alpha chuckled groggily, petting the (almost) unruly curls of his mate.
"You have to get out of bed sometime, Love." Hannibal chuckled and kissed his forehead. The omega, in return, groaned once again. "What if we just stayed in bed all day? Or the nest?" The alpha smiled adoringly, nudging Will with his nose. "We can only dream of such days, Darling. But, I'm afraid we are needed elsewhere."
Will looked up and sighed. He stretched up for a kiss from is alpha (which was eagerly given to him). "If you insist." Will heard Abigail's car start and drive off to school and smiled. "I hope she at least gets into just a little bit of trouble today…" He chuckled and nuzzled his face into Hannibal's chest. "Lord knows that girl needs to be a teenager."
Hannibal sighed in response. "Hopefully she'll find some new friends soon. Make memories.." He tilted Will's face up and kissed his nose. "Our daughter is a tough young woman. She can accomplish anything, Love." Will smiled lovingly at his mate and the two of them shared a sweet, incredibly gentle, kiss.
The buzz of Will's phone couldn't be ignored any longer and the detective picked up the device, seeing Jack's message of an address and the word Homicide. He sighed and glared at the plastic, making Hannibal kiss his cheek. "I'll make us some breakfast."
Neither of them knew the outlook of that day. How much it would change their life.
And the two people who made the difference.
As soon as Will stepped out of Hannibal's Bentley, the empath immediately sensed something was off. Different than any case that he had. Not because of the murder, not because of the scenery. It was different because Jack possessed a look in his eyes. A look of undeniable opportunity.
That look was never a good sign.
Hannibal immediately noticed Will tense and gently grasped his hand, bringing the omega's knuckles to his lips. The brunette relaxed only a bit, and blushed a bit when Hannibal kissed his head lovingly. "Jack looks eager today, don't you think?"
"Yes...it'll be a wonderful time for me." He said sarcastically as they approached the BSU director. "We have a big one for you, Will. Get prepared." Hannibal gently let go of his hand and internally expressed his displeasure.
"Yay me." He drawled as he and Jack walked together. He was passed a manilla folder and, as the empath opened the folder, the BAU director started to rattle on the case. "Luke Wellington. Age 23, right out of college, working to be a preschool teacher. His fiancee reported him missing after not returning from work one night and not going to work the day after." They arrived at the crime scene to see a man spread out. His wrists and ankles were bound with rope, tied to wooden pegs. Luke's chest was opened up, his ribs opened up to see his organs intact.
The ground around him was a pentagram painted red. Most likely from the blood of the victim himself. "Another sacrifice?" Will asked and started to walk around the crime scene. He was disrupted by the sound of two pairs of footsteps. He turned his head to see two unfamiliar men walk towards him.
The taller of the two possessed both elegance, power, and an absurd amount of intelligence in his aura. An alpha, no doubt. He was tall, at least 6'3, and adorned a woolen trench coat. Underneath you could catch a glimpse of an expensive looking suit underneath, as well as a cozy scarf. His skin was alabaster toned, contrasting beautifully with his silky black curls. His eyes were an interesting mix of blues and greens, making them almost translucent in the correct lighting. His face was long, and his cheekbones were high and sharp. His chin was chiseled like a Greek god. He was undoubtedly attractive.
The shorter of the two looked to be below the average height for men, possibly around 5'7. He stood himself straight up. Most likely a soldier, just by observing his poise and posture. By the lighting, you could see the tell tale signs of an omega bonding mark. He was dressed in a simple pair of slacks with a cream colored sweater over a simple white button up shirt.H is hair was a light brown, and his skin a peach tone. His eyes were a deep, soulful brown. But they possessed both wit and intelligence.
"Will, Doctor Lecter; these are your new partners. Meet Detective Sherlock Holmes and Doctor John H. Watson."