"Five hours," Will said tapping his fingers. "Five hours and no calls, no texts, and no communication whatsoever." Will stood up and started to pace. Ever since he started living with Hannibal and Abigail, things had gotten crazy. Sure he had his dogs, which he had to compromise for. They could have a shed, with light and heat installed in the back yard, but could not come in the house. Which wasn't even the bad part.

Will had had enough. He had seen Hannibal and Abigail, on many occasions leave home and not come back until late. He knew what they were doing to. He had figured it out long ago. Hannibal and their adopted daughter were going out killing people and taking their organs. The first few weeks of finding out that Hannibal was the Chesapeake Ripper, Will had lost his mind. He had to be locked in Hannibal's guest room while his mind sorted itself out. Even now Will's darker side, the one he didn't like to talk about, the one who could fit so perfectly into other people's lives and into murderer's shoes, was telling him that he had always known, he just didn't want to admit it to himself.

"They've been out for hours," Will growled. After his "breakdown" he was told to stay in the house. "They never invite me out with them and I'm done with it." That was the whole problem. He wasn't invited to any of their outings. "If I'm not invited then I'll go out on my own." Will grabbed his car keys, thinking of the first person that had made him mad over the past few months.

Hannibal escorted Abigail back into the house after their "hunting" trip, as Abigail like to call them. She had become quite fond of him, even if she had the suspicion that he would one day kill her and Will. They did, after all, know too much.

"William, are you here?" Hannibal called, he could hear the dogs barking outside and instantly knew where his Mongoose was. "Go put the food in the fridge and I'll join you in a minute to start making dinner." Abigail nodded and went to the kitchen as Hannibal went to the back yard. Will was their laughing and hugging the large, and small, furry animals. It looked like he had just gotten through feeding them. "Will, it's time to come in." Will looked up and the older man and instantly stood up.

"So," Will started as he walked into the house, "how was your trip?"

"It was good, thank you Will," Hannibal leaned down and kissed the others forehead. "Come, it's time to start dinner," Will smiled, he alway loved watching Hannibal cook.

Right in the middle of cooking, Hannibal's phone rang. It was Jack, asking for help on the newest Ripper case.

"Impossible, they couldn't have found my masterpiece just yet," Hannibal wiped his mouth and stood up. "I'll be back later. Will, make sure Abigail goes to bed on time and make sure to wrap the food up and put it away." Will nodded.

"Do you think it's another copycat case?" Will asked, walking Hannibal to the front door.

"I don't know, but I'm going to find out," Hannibal promised taking his keys and and heading out. Jack texted him the address of the scene, which wasn't his, and some other unimportant details.

When he arrived though, he was astonished. This scene looked just like his own. The position of the body, the clean cuts, where the body was placed, everything. Accept one thing. This wasn't his crime. He didn't cause this death, he didn't even know the woman who laid tarnished in the middle of her kitchen.

She was sitting at the head of the table, her eyes were removed and replaced with blood covered white roses. Her hands were stabbed down, her left with a knife and her right with a fork. Her heart, among other things, were ripped out and placed somewhere else. Did the copycat take them too?

"Name's Maria Golzair, she was found be her husband," he nodded to the distraught looking man in the other room. "Think it's the Ripper, what do you say?" Jack asked, to his simple mind he couldn't tell that this was a copycat and not the Ripper.

"I believe so," Hannibal lied. He didn't need Jack to know that their might be another Ripper out there somewhere. He would take care of that himself.

"It would really help if we could get Will down here. How is he anyway?" Jack asked to start conversation. After Finding out Hannibal was, not only the eating people, but also the Ripper, he had a breakdown.

"He should be back to work in a couple of weeks, he still isn't well." Jack nodded. If it was up to him, Will would never be working with the FBI. He would be tied to the bed, naked, for Hannibal's enjoyment, but Will was, as far as he knew, unable to return his feelings.

"Well, I guess that's all we'll need you for. You can go now, give Will my regards." Hannibal nodded, taking a mental image of the scene for later, before leaving. Who was this person and how had they come so close to him that they could use his killing stiles without him knowing?

"So?" Abigail asked the next morning. She had been in bed when he got home and so hadn't been able to ask the question the night before.

"It's a copycat and a good one. I don't even know who they are." Will made a snort noise making his the center of attention. "Yes William?"

"Sorry," he apologized, not looking him in the eye. "I just can't believe this person could be so close yet you don't know him."

"Is that so Will? Well then, tell me who you think it is," Hannibal leaned back in his chair and looked at the younger man.

"I don't know, you didn't tell me anything about the case." Will responded.

"I don't want your mind to break any farther than it already has. I want to protect you William." Hannibal leaned back up and placed his hand on Will's.

"Ahem," Abigail broke in, "don't want to interrupt, but I have to get to school, soooo you can fuck on any surface except my bed. Love you," she smiled before leaving. Hannibal glared at her as she walked away.

"You always see me as some pure plant that needs to be protected." Will sighed as he stood up and walked away. Now that got Hannibal's attention. Will didn't know about the white roses in that woman's eyes so how could he have….? No it was just a coincidence.

But what he didn't know was that Will was smiling as he walked would give Hannibal three clues, white roses and seeing pure was number one. Two more to go.

Sorry about the spacing, my new computer screwed me over. Thank you for all the "nice" reviews. And a big thanks to Salllzy, Shadowphinix, KittyIngerno, and Artemis1642 for liking this story even though it was hard to read and understand, hope you like it better now!