Okay, sadly (but it's probably for the best) I don't own these characters (except for Elizabeth, you'll see if you read on). All rights go to Bryan Fuller and Thomas Harris. Now, don't get me wrong because I love Hannibal and there is absolutely nothing wrong with the show (in fact, if you asked me, I'd say it's a disturbing perfection) but I had to write this because I have no self control and the idea just hit me out of nowhere. Hopefully, it's not as bad as I think and someone out there will actually like it. We shall see. Now, bon appétit, fellow Fannibals. (This is not a Will/Hannibal ship, I'm sorry. I have nothing against gays, but I don't feel comfortable writing it.)

"I need you to seduce Will Graham." Hannibal tells me.

"Who? That man in the FBI who Freddie Lounds wrote about?" I question.

"Yes."

"Why, Dr. Lecter?"

"Please, Elizabeth, call me Hannibal. We've been working together for two weeks now."

"Alright, Hannibal," I say, stretching out the fact that I called him by his first name, "stop sidetracking my question and answer it."

"Will you do it?"

"It depends on the reason."

He sighs, "He has a lot going on and he needs to relax. I think you can help him do just that."

I smile, thinking that this was pretty much a set-up date. "Alright then."

"So you'll do it?"

I think about it and say, "Why not?"

Hannibal opens the fridge and says, "We should invite Will to dinner."

"This better be interesting."

"You'll find him interesting, trust me."

Later on…

"Oh, Hannibal, I didn't know you had a patient. Sorry." I lie, walking into the room.

"And I didn't know Hannibal had a wife," the man I assume to be Will Graham says. I laugh lightly.

"This isn't my wife; this is my partner in psychiatry, Elizabeth Johnson. Elizabeth, this is Will Graham." Hannibal says. I can tell he got a kick out of Will thinking we were married. Will and I shake hands, and I wonder how I'm going to carry out seducing him. He doesn't seem very social… I can already tell that he's trying to avoid my eye contact. But I might be able to work around that. Why was I doing this? It was wrong and immoral. But for some reason I had a strong feeling that maybe I needed this. I haven't dated in two years…and it might be nice to let someone in.

"You probably know me from that Freddie Lounds article." Will grimaces.

"Yes, but I don't believe a word of it. So therefore, I don't know anything about you."

"Well, I'm Will Graham." He says and smiles. Dry humor suited him well, I have to admit.

"I'll let you two get acquainted. I have to check on dinner. Will, I assume you'll be staying?" Hannibal says.

"Do I have a choice?" he says and laughs dryly.

"So why are you Hannibal's patient?" I ask.

"Jack Crawford, my boss, kind of forced me into it, but with good reason. I see things that aren't there and occasionally, I hear things."

"Why do you think you do?"

"I had to shoot someone. He killed his wife and tried to kill his daughter so I had to do it. But I still…I can't…"

"Did Hannibal tell you that this is somewhat normal?"

"Me? Normal?" He laughs nervously. "No, he didn't."

"Well, you took someone's life. It would be considered inhumane if it didn't affect you in this way. It's post-traumatic stress. This sort of thing didn't happen before, did it?" I'm surprised that it didn't take much to get him to open up.

"Not that I'm aware of."

"You don't remember?"

"It's hard to tell if I'm dreaming or hallucinating."

"I can only imagine."

"So how haven't I seen you here before?"

"How long have you been seeing Hannibal? I've only been here for two weeks."

"A week ago was my first session."

"Well, my office is down the hall, so maybe I had a patient when you were here."

"I guess. So you live with Hannibal…and you expect me to think that there is nothing romantic going on between you two."

I'm taken aback by this, and I know it probably shows. "I live on the floor above his."

"It's still the same house."

"Will, he's just a good friend. I know that's hard to believe in today's society, but there's nothing going on between us."

"Oh, I'm sorry. I mean, I just assumed…"

I force a smile. "It's your detective instinct, I suppose." I smile again, but this time it isn't forced. "I wanted to be an FBI agent ever since I was thirteen."

"Why didn't you go for it then?"

"I don't know. Psychiatry just fit me better, I guess." I hated the fact that I had to lie about that. But I wasn't ready to talk about the truth, not yet, anyway.

Hannibal comes in then and says, "Dinner is ready."

"What is it today, Hannibal?" I ask. This is the best job I've ever had. He pays me through letting me live there and serving freaking gourmet meals and he lets me keep three quarters of the payment I get from my patients.

He pulls out my chair for me and Will sits down and he says, "As always, nothing vegetarian," and he smiles. "It's chicken, because I know how picky you are, Elizabeth," Will looks confused and Hannibal informs him that I won't eat rabbit, duck or deer (and I only eat the select parts of animals. I will not eat their heart or lungs.). "I find it surprising, considering she grew up in Oklahoma."

"Haven't I told you that I lived in England until I was nine? That's why my accent is so odd. It's a mix between British, the Southern twang, and what most Americans call a 'normal' accent, because I've been living in Maryland for eight years now."

"Why did you move to Maryland?" Will asks me.

"I was offered a job at a hospital that I just couldn't refuse. I would serve as therapist for suicide attempters, kidnap and rape victims, sometimes even kids that were going to undergo surgery and were freaked out about it. I liked helping people like that. But it gets really depressing after a while, especially if you can't help them enough and they go on scared as hell or if you have to refer them. Sometimes the person is just downright depressing from the start."

"And how did you get hired here?" He's looking at both of us, so Hannibal and I glance at each other, wondering which one should answer the question. I wonder if Will thinks I was lying about Hannibal and me.

"A friend of mine told me that Elizabeth was an amazing psychiatrist but she seemed depressed. I thought I'd offer her a job here and let her see what therapy can be like without any physical trauma done to the patient. Besides, I've been living alone too long."

"So there is something going on between you two." Why was Will so insistent on that?

"I didn't mean it like that, Will. That was rude."

"What friend?" I ask. I never really asked him how he actually found me. Now I saw why Will thought this was suspicious.

"Dr. Andrew Rodriguez. He's a surgeon."

"Oh. I know him. He never mentioned you, though."

"Weren't you a surgeon?" Will asks Hannibal.

"Yes. I stopped when a patient of mine died during the operation I was performing."

We eat the rest of dinner in painful silence. "Well, I've left my dogs alone all day. They're probably hungry. I have to go." Will says.

"Nice meeting you, Will." I say. He manages a weak smile and says, "You too."

"Dogs?" I ask Hannibal.

"He has a collection of strays."

That sealed the deal. Will was nice enough, and he was good-looking, I had to admit, and dogs… Elizabeth! I scold myself. What are you doing? You just met the guy, plus he has a therapist, which means that he's unstable… But why would Hannibal tell me to seduce him if he wasn't stable enough for an interpersonal relationship? I'm taken out of my self-enhanced trance when Hannibal starts talking again.

"Well, Elizabeth, it's time for me to begin a seduction of my own." What was he talking about? The answer came to me when he kisses me.

He kisses me. I'd made a point to never date a coworker. But I'd never been living with a coworker…

Why would he tell me to seduce Will Graham if he was going to do this? His lips trail down to my neck…

Did he just bite me?

Do I care?

What the hell was happening?

Okay. I know that was confusing…It'll make more sense when I write the next chapter (I hope). And I didn't think of this but I thought it was funny.

Hi, I'm cannibal. Oops, I meant Hannibal. What a silly slice of the tongue. Oh, there I go again. I meant slip of the tongue. Well, anyway, it was nice to eat you. I mean meet you.

Oh, and I don't know if I should move this up to M or not. I don't know how much detail I'll go into later on…