Hello, welcome to my new series! I have been playing with this story in my head for sometime since 2013/2014. Finally have the courage to write it and put it out there. I do not have a Beta reader, so please excuse the grammar mistakes. The story takes place after Season 1 Episode 9 (Trou Normand). Will does not have encephalitis in this story, the reason why will be addressed as the story progresses - Yes, that means somethings are a bit different. This is the beginning of the story so not too much is going on yet, next chapter covers more. Please let me know what you think. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own anything that is related to Hannibal, everything belongs to Bryan Fuller and Thomas Harris.


It was a cold cloudy October Saturday morning, perfect weather to stay inside and do nothing but relax. That was exactly Will Graham's plan as he sat on his front porch in his sweat pants, t-shirt, and robe, watching his dogs play with one another in the yard. Will let out a tired sigh and rubbed the sleep dust from his eyes. He had had another night of restless sleep, waking repeatedly in a cold sweat and his heart pounding in his chest.

Will was looking forward to a weekend off from Jack Crawford and the FBI. He had plans later tonight to go over to Hannibal's for dinner, who was going to be making him a new recipe. Will closed his eyes as a he took a sip of the coffee Hannibal recommended, savoring the delicious aroma. His moment of peace was soon cut short as Will felt his cellphone buzzing in his robe pocket.

Shit. He thought to himself bitterly as he looked at the caller ID. With a heavy sigh Will hit the accept button.

"Hello, Jack." Will spoke in a monotone voice as he put the phone up to his ear, he began to imagine his whole weekend plans going up in flames.

"Will, there's a crime scene. I need you here ASAP. I'll text you the address." Jack practically yelled. He had been doing that a lot more lately Will noted. "Oh, and bring Dr. Lecter with you. I believe we could use him too. All right? Good. Bye."

With that said Jack hung up before Will could get a word in.

Will stared at his phone dumbfounded for a moment, a bit surprised at how rushed Jack sounded on the other line. Usually that meant it was an ugly case.

How wonderful for me… Will thought sarcastically as he felt a headache coming on. With a heavy heart he called his dogs back into the house as he dialed a well memorized number.


2 Hours Later:

"That was very rude of Jack." Hannibal Lecter commented in the passenger seat as Will told him of his and Jack Crawford's short conversation.

"Yes, it was." Will mumbled as he drove along the freeway, seeing their exit coming up. They were 10 minutes out from the crime scene. The crime scene was about a half hour outside of Baltimore in a small town park. His phone repeatedly vibrating and make noises that he either had a new voicemail or text message. All of which Will was guessing from Jack.

"Good ole' Jack appears anxious about this case." Hannibal noted as he glanced down at his cellphone and saw Jack Crawford was now calling him. He pressed the accept button and looked over at Will with a small smile. "Hello, Jack."

Will glanced over at Hannibal, who had an amuse expression as he listened to Jack furiously demand know what was taking them so long.

"I understand your frustration, Jack." Hannibal tried to calm the Agent. "It's my fault Will and I are late. I-"

Will raised an eye brow as he looked over at Hannibal with curiosity as he heard the Doctor being cut off from speaking any further by a yelling Jack Crawford demanding that they "hurry the hell up".

"My apologizes. We will be arriving in five minutes. Goodbye, Jack."

Hannibal told Crawford in a cool calm voice before he ended their phone conversation.

Will glanced back between Hannibal and the road. Hannibal quietly put his cellphone back in his coat pocket and began to straight his coat sleeves. The blank look Hannibal was displaying made Will feel nervous.

"Everything okay, Doctor Lecter?"

"Like I was saying before that was very rude of Jack." Hannibal relied, giving Will a knowing look. Will maintained eye contact with Hannibal for a moment before focusing back on the road.

"How's Abigail? I haven't been able to see her in a while." Will changed the subject, noting to himself that they were getting closer as he saw vehicles belonging to the FBI and local police coming into view. He held up his badge for one of the officers as they were halted at the road block. The cop glanced at Will's ID and signaled for them to pass through.

"She's alright." Hannibal answered as they passed through a road block. "I believe she is still working on that hideous novel with Ms. Lounds. Much to our protests."

"Still?" Will let out a heavy sign frustration, as his hands clutched and unclutched the wheel. "She's just going to keep painting a bigger target on her back if she does not stop this nonsense."

"I perfectly agree, Will. I believe we are long overdue for a meal together for the three of us." Hannibal suggested as Will pulled up into a parking spot he was being directed to by a local cop. "I could make that new recipe I had been planning on serving you tonight."

"Sounds like a deal." Will smiled shutting off his car, just as it began to rain lightly.

Will and Hannibal existed the vehicle and made their way towards the park path that had been taped off by the FBI. They could see agents hurrying around the area as a familiar voice could be heard shouting orders left and right.

They were just passing underneath the tape when Will felt a pull on his left arm.

"Oh thank god you guys are here!" Bev panted, as she dragged Will by his arm through the rest of the tape. She appeared tense and was gripping Will's upper arm tightly. Will exchanged a looked with Hannibal who looked amused at the sight. "Jack is losing his shit I swear. I have never seen him this on edge before!"

Beverly rushed Will down the running path in the park until they came across the crime scene that had been completely taped off for the FBI. Sure enough true to her word, Will witnessed Jack barking orders at various agents and technicians before the angry BSU leader landed his eyes on the poor empath.

"Will, get over here!" Crawford shouted, even though him and Will were only twenty feet from each other. "I need you to examine the evidence before the rain destroys it! Now Graham!"

"Told ya…" Bev whispered as she pushed Will towards the grumpy Jack Crawford. She stayed back by Dr. Lecter, who seemed intrigued by the scene unfolding before him. Hannibal was curious to find out what was making the head of the BSU so angry.

Will walked over to Jack and stopped before him, glancing over at the group of agents that were surrounding the crime scene as they tried to collect more evidence as the rain began to come down harder.

"What do we got?" Will spoke looking at Jack with a somber expression.

"Do your think first then we'll talk." Jack ordered him with a grim look. Will nodded and motioned for Jack to clear everyone out. "Okay, people. Move out of the way. Come on!"

Quickly everyone scattered from the crime scene, leaving him alone with crime scene and evidence – except for Hannibal. Will could feel Hannibal's eyes on him as he over looked the scene in front of him, it brought Will great comfort knowing he didn't need to see this alone.

Will walked a couple feet in front of him until he stopped before the scene stared. He took in what he saw and closed his eyes.


Ten Minutes Later….

Will let a loud gasp before pinching the bridge of his nose, feeling another headache coming on strong. He searched his pants pockets for his well-used bottle of aspirin. He popped a couple pills before focusing his eyes on Jack.

"Who is she?" Will whispered, glancing back over at the corpse. The BSU team walked past him to continue their examination of the body. Will glanced back towards Jack, who looked to be calming down slightly. "What's her name, Jack?"

"Her name was Lea Dalestorm" Jack sighed, he glanced over at Hannibal who walked up to Will's side to join the conversation. "She was a 23-year-old college student who was reported missing less than 36 hours ago. Recent footage outside her apartment building showed her taking out her trash at 2300 around the side of the building when she was attacked by an unidentified assailant. Her unconscious body was then dragged inside an unmarked vehicle. Roommates were the ones to report her missing when they found blood and trash outside the dumpster. No further evidence after that until now."

"She wasn't killed here." Will stated. He glanced back over at the lifeless body. Lea was a short Caucasian female with long dark brown hair and an athletic built. She was naked except for what used to be a light blue sheer bra. The bra was now saturated in blood. The killer appeared to have just dumped her body after he was done with her. The light rain was beginning to smear the blood that covered her body. An image Will saw of Lea showed she had had a healthy tan, now her skin looked like porcelain from the blood loss. She had multiple cuts of various depth throughout her body. Will looked away when he caught sight of Lea's lifeless eyes looking back at him as Zeller and Price examined her. "Cause of death was blood loss."

"Yea, and whoever killed her clearly knew our victim's medical history. She had a history of a rare blood disorder, multiple hospitalizations to receive blood transfusions." Beverly Katz spoke up from where she stood by the body. "He used shards of glass in various sizes to make the cuts. We've found several fragments throughout her body. Poor girl didn't stand a chance after the first several cuts. She bled right out, Jack."

"This girl died while feeling pure terror as her worse nightmare came to life." Will stated.

"The Fear Maker…" Jack whispered to himself as he looked over the scene with a far off look.

"What was that, Jack?" Hannibal questioned the Agent, curious to find out what had the Great Jack Crawford spooked. "Who is the Fear Maker?"

"Why does that name sound familiar?" Will asked, looking at Jack with confusion. He tried hard to think back to why he had heard that name before.

"Because it was a case the BSU worked on almost five years ago." Price spoke up, before Jack could answer. "Guy would violently abduct young pretty women, rapes them, and kills them afterwards by bring their biggest fear to life. Then dumps their naked body in a random place. He had left five bodies over a 10-month period, until he just suddenly stopped. Whoosh! Vanished! Gone! Until now I guess…"

"Thank you, Price." Jack grunted, looking none to please with the very blunt explanation that was given.

"What makes you think this is the Fear Maker, Jack?" Will questioned.

"I don't know." Jack shook his head, as he quietly explained to Will and Hannibal. "When I saw that girl's body and the way she was killed I just knew. It made sense."

"Why start back up now if it's been five years?" Beverly asked. "What set him off?"

"I'm not sure…" Jack sighed in defeat.

"Hey, Jack!" Zeller shouted from where he hunched over the victim's body. "I found something!"

Zeller pulled out a bloody soaked photo from the victim's bra.

"Something appears written on the back." Price stated as he helped Zeller place the photo in a clear evidence bag. He then took the evidence from Zeller and looked over the photo, making a weird facial expression as he looked at the subject of the photo before turning it over to read the statement written on the back. "Lucky number 7! May her screams finally be my lullaby once and for all. Happy Fall Agent Crawford!"

Price handed the photo to Jack, who's expression became blank of all emotion the moment he saw the subject of the photo. Jack then suddenly erupted in anger. "Damn it!"

Will grabbed the photo from Jack, who was now stumping away from the crime scene. Whipping out his cellphone and frantically began making calls. Hannibal watched with extreme interest as he witnessed most of the blood in Will's face drain, his facial expression grim as he too looked at the photo. Will appeared numb to those around him as he continued to stare at the photo in his hands, he breathing soft and slow. Hannibal took the photo from Will, the evidence bag easily slipped from his numb fingers. Hannibal could see from the look in Will's eyes that his mind was fleeing with thoughts and images.

Hannibal Lecter looked over the photo that appeared to be causing a great disturbance to the BSU team. From what he could make out behind the blood the photo looked to be something taken for a work ID. The subject of the photo was a young woman. She appeared to be in her early twenties, her skin fair except for the dark rosy blush on her cheeks that Hannibal could tell was not from makeup – a skin condition he suspected. The young lady had a heart shape face and slender neck, her dark blouse accenting this feature. Her hair was light brown and pulled back in a high ponytail with a few long strands of hair loose. Her pink lips were pulled back in a big closed smiled that held the expression of excitement, but her hazel eyes told a different story. To most, the young woman looked happy, but Hannibal saw in her eyes that there was anguish behind the faux expression.

"Do you know the girl in the photo, Will?" Beverly asked, as she and the BSU team watched with confusion witnessing Jack and Will's behaviors.

"Yes," Will grunted as he felt all eyes on him. He looked over at Hannibal who was watching him intently, trying to put together the pieces. "She's my step-sister."


I hope you enjoyed what you have read so far! I struggled to write some of the characters personalities, sorry! Next chapter we meet Will's step-sister and her role in this story. If you are wondering if Will knows about Hannibal's little Ripper secret, you will just have to wait and see. Please review and stay tuned in for the next chapter! Thank you!