DISCLAIMER: I OWN NOTHING, JUST MY OC :D please dont sue me, i'm just a poor asian kid
IM SORRY IF THE GRAMMAR AND TENSES ARE MESSED UP, EENGRISH NOT ME FIRTS LANGUEGEE
Please review! :3 i'm open to critiques and stuff, about the story though, not about the grammar, i know i suck already :)
CHAPTER 1: HELLO THERE
Will Graham was driving home from the Elise case in Duluth, Minnesota when he saw him for the first time, running on the side of the street. He didn't realise now, that meeting this dog would change his life.
He saw him, running on the side of the street with his leash still on him. He stopped, trying to get closer to him, but the dog rejected him, running behind his car, making him sigh as he got back in his car. The second time he stopped, the dog responds, but it directed him to the bushes as he was trying to get the dog into his car.
"What's the matter?" He said, offering the dog another piece of sausage that he has in the back of his car. "Do you want to show me something?"
The dog seemed to bark at a shrub, ducking under it, and trying to pull something out from it. The dog whined, making the thing the he was pulling groaned in annoyance.
It's a dog's trying to pull a girl from under the shrub. Will thought to himself. "Hello? Can i help you?" He crouched down and separated the shrub to help the girl.
The girl groaned once more, pushing the dog away from herself, "Ouch Winston that hurts" She said, in a dry voice. The dog seems to understand what she said, because he instantly stopped trying to drag her out, and got out of the shrubbery.
Will Graham couldn't see the girl very clearly, but he could smell her. Ugh, she hasnt bathed in days, maybe weeks. He grabbed her, "i'm trying to help. What i will do next might hurt a bit, but please cooperate. I'm trying to get you out"
The girl groaned understandingly, wheezing as he pulled her up. He then carried her back to his car, but as he was trying to put her in the front seat, the girl shook her head, and pointed at the rear of his car.
The dog followed, and lied down on top of her. Will smiled at the sight of the dog being so loyal to it's owner, and closed the door.
"Is there an address that i can drive you to?" He asked, as he was driving. He thought about going to the police, since the girl didnt seem to have any id on her, but then changed his mind. There was something odd about her being alone with her dog in the dead of night, like she was trying not to be found.
The girl wheezed and then coughed, "No." The dog whined a few times. "And dont take me to the hospital either. Please."
"Why?" He asked suspiciously
"I dont like hospitals, and i'm not injured. Just—tired."
Will glanced at the rear view mirror. The dog is worried. "I'm taking you to my house, to freshen up."
The girl laughed a wheezy and dry laugh, "That's a polite way to say that i am in desperate need of a shower" The girl had a british accent.
He unwillingly smiled, "You're english?" The girl didn't respond.
When they got home, the girl founds the strength to walk a few paces, and then falls down. He helped her walk to the front yard and then sat her down on the porch.
"When was the last time you ate?" Will asked her, taking off his jacket.
She looked at him in a frightened way, and she looked like she was trying to runaway. Will understood what she was thinking, and stepped a few steps back from her, making her look at him.
Their eyes met. Never in his life has Will saw eyes as silvery and as dead as hers. "I know what you're thinking, but i'm not what you think i am. I'm with the FBI" He said, showing his work ID card.
She nodded weakly a few times, but Will could see that she was still a bit frightened. "What about i show you the bathroom? I'll lend you my clothes." He waited for a response, and when she nodded, he helped her walk into his house.
Will's dogs greeted her like she was their old friend as they walked towards upstairs. They barked, wagged their tails, sniffed, and pawed her legs. She lets out a wheezy laugh, "You have too much dogs, Mister"
He leads her to the bathroom, and instructed her to wait there as he go get her change. He grabbed a pair of pyjamas that he never wore, a stripy blue one, and a checkered green one.
When he got back from his quick trip to his room, he saw that Mackenzie, his multicolored Border Collie Mix was upstairs, and was sitting infront of the door, as if protecting her. Will frowned and opened the door, handing her the pyjamas. "When you're done, i'll be downstairs." He said shortly.
He went downstairs, and opened the front door to see that the girl's dog was sitting at the yard, looking at the 2nd floor, as if he was protecting his master. Will Graham shook his head, took out a bucket and started to fill it with water. To his surprise, the dog seemed to understand what he was doing, and walked into the water.
"i gotta know her secret to dog training." He said, as he washed the dog. The girl finished her bath as he was drying the dog. Will couldnt help but look up to see what she looked like with her face all clean. He regretted the decision immediately.
She crouched down next to her, helping Will Graham with the drying. "His name is Winston, and my name is Eve" She told him in a less drier voice than before. "I'm Will" and he added awkwardly, "Why did you name it Winston?"
She lets out a wheezy laugh, "I didnt, he chose it himself. Wouldnt wanna be called anything else." Will laughed condescendingly, "wished i knew what the rest of my dogs wants to be called"
She eyed him for a moment, making him a bit uncomfortable, like he was being judged, or analysed. "You rarely make eye contact. Do you think i am unpleasant?"
He finished drying Winston as she said that, and he stood up, "eyes are distracting" he said, looking at her dead in they eyes, "see too much, dont see enough. And it's hard to focus when you're thinking, umm, are those whites really white or, she must have hepatitis, or, is that a burst vein?"
She brought her hands to her face and then her stomach, "i have a burst vein? I have hepatitis? I thought i have lung problems"
He snorted, "No, no, and a lung problem is a possibility"
She laughed again, "You're funny." There was silence for a few moments when her stomach broke the silence by growling. She puts her hand on her stomach and looked apologisingly to Will.
He snorted again, "There's a diner near by. I think you havent had a decent meal in forever" This statement made his guest raise an eyebrow and look at him distrustingly.
Seeing that she wasnt moving, he added, "I analysed you. I'm sorry." She smiled and then she stood up, holding her pyjamas, "We're going to a diner with me dressed like this?"
He chuckled, "It's 3 AM, i dont think the waiter and waitresses even mind if you came in with a banana suit. It'll make their night worthwhile."
She shrugged, "makes sense" and walked to his car barefoot. She shouted from the distance, "Can i sit on the front seat now?"
He grabbed his jacket and went in, "Where else would you sit?"
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"i'd have burger and fries please. And water. A big glass of water." She said,without looking at the menu.
The waiter waited for Will, who ordered 2 hashbrowns, 2 pasties, and also a glass of water. She tilted her head at him, and frowned, "if i can read you correctly, those two things that you ordered are this diner's special, and you ordered 2 for yourself, and 2 for me."
He raised an eyebrow, "You analysed me like a pro"
"no i didn't, i analysed the situation" She said, looking out the window
He leaned forward, "so, what's your story?"
She looked at him for a moment, and then looked back outside, "try guessing."
He looked at her, and thought for quite a while. He was still thinking when the waiter came with 2 glasses of water, which she immediately drank and asks for more.
"You ran away from home" He said, after the waiter came back with her refill.
She drank half of it, cleared her throat, and grabbed a bottle of ketchup to play with, "That obvious?"
He nodded. "What else can you see in me?" She asked.
"Are you sure you want to hear this?"
She nodded, and for the first time, in excitement. Maybe the water has refreshed her,or maybe she just wanted to her what she's like from a complete stranger.
"You seem to come from a wealthy family"
"You dont know that"
"Either you were brought up from a wealthy family, or your parents raised you really really well."
She snorted, "What else?"
"You're a very excellent dog trainer"
She laughed, "Nah, Winston's an excellent dog. I know nothing about training a dog. What else?"
Will frowned, "i'm sorry to say this, but it looks like you were, or were almost violated."
She gave a weak smile, while still playing with her ketchup bottle, "Almost. It was the scared look i gave you when you took your jacket off that gave it away, didnt it?"
Will nodded, he was doing to say something, when the food comes.
"Bon appetit!" She exclamated, and dug into her burger. Will watched her ate like she hasn't eaten in days, and he offered her another meal when she finished the hashbrown and the pasty.
She shook her head, "You are very kind, Mr Will Graham. Thankyou."
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"You can sleep on the bed, i'll sleep on the couch downstairs" Will told her, taking a blanket out from the cupboard.
"Are you mad, sir? It's supposed to be the other way around"
"Hey, i've slept in a bed all my life, and from the stiffness of your walking, i reckon you've been sleeping on the ground for weeks now"
She sighed, taking the blanket from Will's hand, walking out of the room, and Will can hear her walking downstairs, "It's been years actually"
Will Graham dreamt of Elise that night. He woke up with cold sweat trickling down his whole body. He laid a towel on his bed and changed his shirt.
The next morning he woke up to see that his dogs arent in the room anymore, and his bedroom door wasnt locked. He shot up from his bed, hearing barking and laughing outside. So he went to the window and looked at his yard below. His guest, Eve was playing with his dogs.
He brushed his teeth, washed his face, and went downstairs. When he got to the front door, he watched them play for a while before actually going outside.
"How did you get them out?" He asked, putting his hands in his bath robe pocket.
She smiled at him, "Good Morning, i-uhh, used a hairpin"
He walked towards her, "That was kinda rude, dont you think?"
She shrugged, "Hey i didnt steal anything, and your dogs were whining. So i feel obliged to let them out."
He looked at his dogs, "They seem to be in very good hands"
She smiled, "i taught them a trick! Do you perhaps want to see it?"
He walked backwards, "sure"
She lined them up with 2 claps, and she made a gun out of her hands, and she shot them one by one while they 'died' in order. Will Graham laughed, as Mackenzie and Leia had to be shot 4 times before they 'died'.
"Neat trick" He said, clapping his hands. "Come on in, i'll make breakfast"
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She looked at him while eating her breakfast, "Why are you being so nice to me?"
He shrugged, "you could say i collect strays, not that i mean that in a bad way. I just felt that you needed a home"
She smiled, "You are very kind."
"Feel free to roam around the house while i go to work."
She paused, "You're going to leave me? In your house?"
He nodded at her. "But i'm a complete stranger"
He walked upstairs, "Yes, yes you are"
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"Not fond of eye contact, are you?" Dr Hannibal Lecter asked him.
He remembered that last night Eve asked him the same thing, and he answered him, "eyes are distracting" he said, looking at him dead in they eyes, "see too much, dont see enough. And it's hard to focus when you're thinking, umm, are those whites really white or, he must have hepatitis, or, is that a burst vein?" He saw a change in Hannibal's face and added, "So yeah, i try to avoid eyes whenever possible."
He continued to look at the files that were handed to him earlier, calling jack, when Hannibal cuts him off, "I imagine what you see and learn touches everything else in your mind. Your values and decency are present yet shocked at the associations, appauled at your dreams. No forts in the bone arena of your skull for things you love."
Will frowned at him, "Whose profile are you working on?" He looked at Jack and repeated the question, incredibly annoyed, "Whose profile is he working on?"
Hannibal fixed his coat, "I'm sorry Will, observing is what we do. I cant shut mine off anymore than you can shut yours off." He said, grabbing his drink.
Will was beyong annoyance at this point, "Please dont psycho analyse me. You wont like me when i'm psychoanalysed."
"Will." Jack warned.
"Now if you'll excuse me, i have to give a lecture on psychoanalysing." Will sneered, leaving the room.
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When Will got home, it was around 3 in the afternoon. He saw that his chimney was emitting smoke. He hurriedly ran inside, thinking something had happened.
"Do i smell burning flesh?" He said, coming in to what seemed to be a barbecue party.
She looked up at him, "Hi! And yes you smell burning flesh."
"What are you cooking?" He asked, while taking off his coat and got close to the fireplace that he almost never use. "How did you get the fire going?"
She ate a piece of the meat that she was cooking in the fire, and the dogs are suddenly mad with excitement. They wag their tails, pawed the ground, and nudged her with their noses.
"Squirrel. And i used woodlogs and newspapers for the fire."
He spazzed a little, "squirrel?"
She looked up slowly, knowing that she did something wrong. "Yes..."
"I have various meats in the fridge you know, if you know what a fridge is"
She looked at him with a 'are-you-kidding-me' face, "Of course i know what it is. And i feel unethical eating your store bought meat. So i catched this squirrel instead. Actually Winston did."
He shook his head and rubbed his face, feeling the sudden urge to sit down. "Arent you afraid of rabies?"
She laughed, "Silly, i dont eat ones that foam in the mouth. That's what dogs are for. They know which ones are good to eat, and which ones arent"
He stood up, "You dont have to catch squirrels everyday you know, i—"
She cuts him off, "Of course, the squirrels will stay away from here for a few days, maybe tomorrow i can have raccoons or weasels. I saw one earlier"
He puts his hand up, "No, i mean you can choose from my fridge tomorrow, you live in a house now. You dont have to hunt."
She shook her head, "i dont make money, and food from the refrigerator costs money"
He slumped even lower on the couch, "No, it's allright, i make enough for two." The moment he finished saying this, he felt himself blush a little. Did i just sound like im married?
She raised her eyebrow, "That was husband talk. Gross" And laughed out loud. "I'll try and get a job tomorrow or something. Dont worry, i have ethics too."
He rubbed his face, "Whatever floats your boat" And went upstairs.
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Eve woke up that morning feeling somewhat awkward. She has to come back to living a normal life from now on, now that Will Graham had saved her life. Oh how she wished she hadn't let go of Winston's leash that night. She opened her eyes, feeling weight on her feet, and saw that Will Graham's dogs are sleeping on it.
Eve had slept on the floor of Will Graham's bedroom for the past few nights, ignoring his protests. She slowly pulled her legs away from the dogs, and went to the guest bedroom to find her clothes. Will Graham took her shopping 3 days ago, and she cant believe that he had that much money to spare. She recalled he bought her 3 pairs of jeans, 6 t-shirts, 3 blouses, a trenchcoat, sneakers, and a beanie. He also bought her delicates, which made her red in the cheeks the whole trip home. She had her job to go to this morning, and she got ready. After she finished her shower, the dogs are already up, whining in the room.
She lets them out and puts them on a leash. She then wrote a note telling Will where she's going, and walks outside, ready to go to work.
She rang the doorbell, and a mean looking lady shows up on the door. The lady's face light up as she saw her, "Oh! You're here just in time!" She opened the door and a brown thing ran out.
"Get him back by 3, allright?" She said, handing her the leash.
"Yes maam" She nodded excitedly.
She went to 8 different houses, and got paid upfront by 3 of them. She used the money she got to buy dogfood. She wanted to buy dog shampoo, but she didnt have enough money. She got home at around 10 o'clock, with 14 dogs accompanying her. She puts 7 inside, and 7 outside on the yard. She went outside to open up the wagon containing a large sack of dogfood with her, when she saw that the dogs outside has made a terrible mess in Will Graham's yard.
"Oh this is going to be a loooong day" She muttered to herself, slapping herself in the forehead.
When Will got home that night, he was surprised to see his wagon with a half full sack of dogfood partly hidden in the front yard. He went inside to question Eve, when he saw her already asleep on the floor, leaning on the couch, her hair all messy and she was wearing her old clothes, the one he founded her in. He also saw that his dogs are asleep too. They seem to be exhausted.
"What happened here today?"
When he walked upstairs to take a shower, he saw that she washed her clothes in the bathroom and left them hanging near the window. He shook his head and rubbed his face, laughing.
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Eve, i'll be on a trip to Minnesota for a few days. Call me if you need anything. The 50 dollar's for you. Use it.
Will. 555-027-1841
PS, you can sleep on the bed! And dont eat squirrels.
Eve laughed at the message. But her happiness was only around for a few minutes, as she remembered she was never alone in the house at night. She thought about calling him, but she didnt want to be a bother. She wished he didnt have to go.
That morning she walked the dog to the park, and sat there, pondering what she can do to kill time. She thought about what Will said to her a few days ago, and wondered if it was such a good idea.
That night, she wanted to do what Will taught her to, but decided not to. Instead, she opened up Will Graham's piano and tried playing it. She was very rusty. She couldn't remember some parts of the song, and her fingers wouldnt cooperate with her like they used to. The dogs yowled a couple of times, protesting the piano sounds.
She stopped playing at night time, when she was tired. She slept on the couch, too tired to walk upstairs.