A/N: Hey there! It's Colvin again! This is a potentially new project i'm starting. It all depends on you guys by letting me know you like it with Follows, Favorites and i love Reviews so don't be afraid.

About the story: This a weak crossover of BBC's telly show Sherlock and NBC's TV show Hannibal. I do not own any rights to the shows or characters but the main one, because i made him up. All of this is based off acknowledgment up to Sherlock season 3 and Hannibal season 2. However, the time period on this story is taken place is many years later in Sherlock and around the beginning of season two for Hannibal. I say it's a weak crossover because it has more to with Sherlock than Hannibal. But characters from both shows will appear. This story will not be super long and i will update according to the popularity of it.

More about the synopsis: This story is about James Moriarty's son and his struggle to decide the future for himself. His son's name is James as well but i will try my best not to confuse you between the two. Anyhow, Sherlock finds out that Jim has a son so he goes undercover as a therapist to determine the threat level and to possibly steer him away from ending up like his father. Things don't go as planned when Sherlock learns just how fucked up James is. Hint: William is Sherlock. But on the other hand James has a 'under the table' therapist, Hannibal Lecter who wants to make sure he fulfills his fathers wishes. Influencing him to be a criminal, a killer. James exhibits two different sides of himself to Sherlock and Hannibal, so being an uprising actor... who is he really putting a performance on for? Could James have his fate already predetermined?

Some pretty cool stuff: Believe it or not this story does have ties to my main story Recreating Love (A Tale of What Sherlock Wanted) because as you will learn later on a goal James must complete is taking out Sherlock Holmes son Roman Adler. (Currently i have not posted it far enough into my story for you to see a connection.) And in this story Sherlock IS aware Roman is his son.

~Each chapter i will go back and forth between Sherlock and Hannibal.~

Psychoanalyze My Deductions

By: Colvin

Chapter One: William: I Can Still Hear Him

The dreadful sound of his voice echoing in my ears. Screaming the same words over, and over and over again. Each syllable vibrating my skull making my brain burst in flames with a eternal fire. Burning me alive from the inside out. My lungs filling with ash, coughing, choking, gasping for air. I can't breathe. The deep untouchable pain in my chest made me clench onto my clothes desperately trying to tear them off. I could bare them no longer. The conflagration was spreading rapidly from my brain to my chest now to my body. It was liquid hot. Bones disintegrating, skin melting to nothing. I was a puddle of silent screams and a roaring fire.

However, my current state didn't matter to him. He could see me, how much pain i was in, how little air came to my lungs. The inside out burning of my body. Ignoring my dismemberment he continued to yell. Shouting his inferno, unforgiving words at me. All other noise was drown out by his raging effect. I couldn't hear anything but him so i was helpless to shut him out. I mentally could not control the tone, volume or words uttering out of his mouth.

When i got brave to once whisper for him to shut-up his voice maximized, causing me to scream almost louder than him. The taste of dry flaky ash present was in my mouth. The pain composing made me feel like blood was falling out of my ears. Warm blood running down the sides of my steaming face.

Just when i thought he couldn't get any louder he began to shout mercilessly. The command created my whole body to shake like thunder and the area around me spin like a merry-go-round. His harsh spoken words the music of this terrifying ride;

"KILL HIM! KILL HIM! KILL HIM!"

Making it stop! Please, oh God, make it stop!

My blazing structure suddenly became light, fuzzy and weightless. My throbbing vocal cords quieted down as i embraced this new feeling. The fire was dying out as the flames turned to water. Sweat. His voice was still blasting but from the distant almost like it was fading out, drifting away still saying the same thing at me over, and over, and over again.

But the near relaxation only lasted a few seconds before i felt my body shake involuntarily and not the trembling my adrenaline glands overdosed me with, a forceful pull, like someone was intentionally doing it. The struggle to concentrate on the quick jerks made other details about the placement flood in. Indefinite, yet sharp notes commencing in. Starting off slowly, then with each burst of noise getting louder, becoming clearer each time. It took about three times before i knew what it was. The sound of a dog barking, panicked. Under five seconds between each bark.

Like a whispered carried in the wind i heard my name. Someone was calling upon me. I listened freely at the sound of a dog barking and my name being called. Shifting in and out of loud sounds and back to hushed buzzes.

Then, out of no where my body was thrown up against something hard. My back hitting it first then my head followed. The surprising yank made my pain receptors electrify me. Shock me. My brain's fire was put out and all that remained was scarring embers. I could feel air rushing back in my lungs again. Filling me up enough to explode. My hands were shaking as i could feel them cupping my ears. Blocking out his voice.

Now the barking was at normal volume as well as the worried voice. It was deep, carrying much greater volume then the dog's. Talking right at me, right in my face. A male's voice shouting and by the accent of my name i could tell they weren't American. The voice was charming so i listened to it call for me. Not answering for i knew they would stop.

"James! Can you hear me?!"

It hadn't occurred me that my eyes were squeezed shut until i tried to match the voice up with a face only to see black.

"James look at me!" The voice called out again.

I opened my eyes quickly and i was blinded by the light of day. Stinging my pupils back shut. I forced them back open, cloudy, watery vision making everything shake. Blurry. But i did my best to look at the man calling for me. A door covered most of his body and the glare of the brightness made his figure black. All i couldn't be sure about was the paleness of his face, perturbed, deranged eyes staring down at me. Trepidation. His hair had a unique shape so i assumed it was curly. Casting a reddish brown hue on it. His clothes and the way they hung on him i could tell they were formal. Black and slenderizing. He was a face i have never seen before so i coiled deeper into my confined place. My closet. I was inside my closet. My perfectly hung clothes swayed above me, smelling like fresh flowers. I was cornered and with nothing to protect me. Defenseless. So trying to mask my panicked state choked out fierce words, "Wh...who are you? What are you doing here?"

From the distance i heard the dog again. Sniffing at the closed half of the closet. Letting out agitated whines, scratching at the door trying to get in. By the intensity of noise it was making it made me remember i had a dog. My German Shepherd companion. He could protect me.

"Disco!" I called.

The blurred man's face moved away and the structure of my dog piled in the closet with me. Dramatically smelling my face and hair. Licking the running tears from my cheeks while making weak cries. I grabbed handfuls of his furr, still shaking i pulled him close to me. Ready to sick him on the man at any second. Disco was my only protection. His large size shielded most of my body.

I looked back up at the man.

"Who are you?" I asked sternly.

"I'm your therapist, William. Your agent hired me."

The deep concentration of his accent made me take a couple minutes to understand his words. My mind was a complete train wreck so proper thinking wasn't possible. Every thought only lasted a couple moment before a wrenching pain pulsed. I couldn't remember how i got where i am, let alone why this man was here. I clung to my dog, trying to remember. The agonizing feeling of the shocking pain made me grind my teeth together. It was barely there. My agents words speaking in a inattentive tone, "I've hired you a therapist. He'll be over next week, Tuesday, around two o'clock."

"Are you okay?" He asked leaning into the closet.

Words. They would not form. I could not speak a word. I just looked at him helplessly. My mouth open, attempting to sound but a raspy squeak leaped out. Eye filling back up with tears again. I wasn't okay. God! I was far from okay. I could never be okay with the screaming of his voice. He demolishes every human part of me when his voice became deafening.

As he waited for me replied i faintly began to hear his voice again. In the back of my mind. Silent, still and restfully whispering. He taunted me.

"Kill him."

I held my ear's again preparing to hear the frightening rumble of repeated words explode my ear drums. To set my body on fire. Letting the tears rush down my face as my dog licked them away. My chest starting to inhale, exhale, inhale racily. Anxious, scared, and afraid.

When his volume remained bearable i thought it would be safe to speak, but carefully; "I… I can still he… hear him." I slowly said to my therapist with wide eyes.

"Who James? Who is speaking to you?"

My mouth crooked a couple times before i quietly said, "My father."

-End.

There you go. Hope you liked it. Next chapter is Hannibal. :D