Connections

by Rigel99

It's been two years since the Night of the Dragon. After successfully evading the FBI, Hannibal headed to Europe to build a life for himself and Will. Eighteen months apart has not lessened either man's desire for the other. Soon to be reunited, Will has one task to fulfil involving a stopover in London en route to his final destination.

1. Chapter 1

Two Years Beyond the Bluff…

"It's a favour. For a contact at the CIA."

Will felt a heavy sigh rise from the deepest part of his lungs as he closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Will…," the voice carried crisp through the phone and into his ear.

Jack Crawford knew he had him over a barrel. His part in killing Tier, Dolarhyde and - as far as the FBI were concerned - Hannibal Lecter, had been completely quashed by the Bureau. Will Graham was more valuable outside the walls of the BSHCI, and that allowance carried a debt of its own. He'd never be free of the shadow of his former life, until his own life had drawn to a close. Which, if Will and Hannibal's plans came to fruition would be soon, though not soon enough as far as Will was concerned.

"Fine. I'll do it," he said through gritted teeth. "But then, I'm taking three months to travel around Europe as planned and I expect to be left alone, Jack."

"Thank you." He even sounded sincere. "I'm sure MI6 will be incredibly grateful for any assistance you can provide, and it'll get my friends at the CIA off our back."

Will was about to hang up the call when Jack switched to small talk, though Will could detect the probing nature behind the question. "Never really had you down for the holiday backpacking type if you don't mind my saying, Will."

Will did mind, but humoured him anyway.

"Well, a lot changed for me that… night. Near death experiences have a habit of bringing a person a little closer to life."

"That they do," replied Jack. Will sensed he was thinking of Bella while Will, ironically enough, was thinking of Hannibal. "If there's nothing else Jack, I've got to sort out the animals and some housekeeping before my flight tomorrow."

"Sure. Safe journey, Will. And Will? Try to see some of London during your stopover. Maybe the agent with whom you make contact will show you some sights."

"I'm sure MI6 agents with Double O status have better things to be doing, Jack. See you in three months."

With those words, Will cut the call on what he hoped would be his final conversation with Jack Crawford.