A/N: I've had a bunch of plot bunnies that wouldn't leave me alone, so here I am, with another WillKatz fic. Only this time, it's a series of drabbles. Feel free to add your own suggestions/requests at the end.

"A Katz Person

When Beverly found Will Graham, he was curled up on the floor in the fetal position, trembling and rocking amidst a shower of broken glass. Upon further inspection, she realized the bathroom mirror was shattered. She would later find that every reflective surface in the house had suffered the same fate.

"Graham?"

He stirred, but did not respond.

"Graham, are you ok?"

Finally he looked up at her, his eyes dim and sad as he sluggishly raised his head. "Beverly," he rasped. "You came..."

It was an odd thing to say. Will hadn't called Beverly and she, in turn, hadn't made any plans to come see him – it had just happened naturally.

"I was in the area," she insisted. There was no need to include that she'd been worried about him, because it was clearly written in the concerned lines on her face. Hell, everyone had been worried about Will after Greenwood.

Now stepping lightly into the bathroom, Beverly was careful to avoid the larger pieces of glass as she approached her fallen friend. She bit her lip. Getting down on bended knee, she touched Will's wrist and received a shock when his firm, strong arms came around her waist.

"Will?"

He gripped at her more desperately. After Beverly had relaxed in his fierce embrace, she rocked him gently like a child, his sobs catching against her throat as she stroked his hair. After a while, she couldn't tell if the tears trickling down her neck were his or hers.

Trailing her fingers down his back, Beverly furrowed her brows when she saw his busted knuckles. They were bloody with bits of glass embedded in the skin.

"You sure know how to get yourself into some serious scrapes, pal," she teased. Trying to lie him back down, she felt her heart tug when he grasped at her more tightly. "I'm just getting some gauze," she assured him.

Will blinked in response, then trembled as Beverly's hand slid down the curve of his cheek. "Ok," he whispered.

With an assuring nod, Beverly laid him across the floor before moving toward the broken mirror. Gingerly plucking glass out of the way of the medicine cabinet, she sifted around a bit before finding gauze, iodine, cotton balls, and a pair of tweezers.

Promptly returning to her friend, Beverly knelt down and brushed the hair back from his forehead. "This is going to sting a bit, Champ, but I figured you're man enough to handle it."

Will gave a worn smile in response. With his head lolling to the side, he dizzily allowed Beverly to pluck the shards from his skin. He didn't even flinch.

"Graham?"

"Hmm?"

"Please say something...you're starting to scare me."

"...Something."

Though Beverly would normally be unamused with this wisecrack, she gave a relieved little chuckle. "You're a smart-ass even when you're completely off your rocker – go figure."

After treating his cuts with iodine, she applied the gauze and leaned back on her haunches. "There," she said soothingly. "All done."

"Thanks," Will mumbled. His eyes slowly opened and closed.

With a deep breath, Beverly shook her head and glanced off to the side. She couldn't relate to Will's experience at Greenwood, but she could relate to his emotions. Fear, guilt, pain, uncertainty, confusion...they were all things she was feeling right now.

"Graham," she gently began, "do you think you can stand?"

"Don't want to."

Disheartened by Will's feeble answer, Beverly found that she finally understood his heartbroken disposition. He refused to look at the mirror because he was genuinely afraid of what he'd see. He thought he was losing his mind – his tenuous sense of reality – and he didn't want to behold the monster he already knew was there.

Reaching out and taking Will's uninjured hand, Beverly wondered if she could ever smooth his checkered past...if she could ever give him the hope and strength he so sorely needed.

It had only been in recent times that Beverly realized she cared for Will Graham. He was a delicate amalgam of darkness and light, and yet she loved him – achingly loved him – and wanted to be there to help pick up the pieces. Unfortunately for Will, he seemed to be constantly consumed by his demons.

Gingerly placing Will's head against her lap, Beverly ran her fingers through his hair and listened to the soft, defeated release of his breathing. "Do you need anything, Champ?"

"No...just you," he mumbled.

In spite of her concern, Beverly felt an unmatched warmth at his words. Nobody had wanted to be close to her after her sister's string of murders, so she supposed she was latching onto the one person who could possibly understand. Will didn't care that she had a murderer in her family, and she, in turn, didn't care that he empathized a little too deeply with criminals. In this way, they were good for each other. The problem was Beverly didn't know if her support would be enough. What if she couldn't help him overcome his latest hurdle?

"Bev?"

She looked down in surprise. "Yeah?"

"I think I'm a Katz person now."

In spite of the glumness of their situation, she laughed and placed her hands on his shoulders. "You're such a damn cornball."

Returning her smile, Will curled up against her and draped an arm across her thigh. As they laid there amidst the glass and pain, both sharing an unspoken communion of calm, they experienced more contentment than they'd ever known.

A/N: I'd like to thank those of you who're reading my other W/B fic, "Kismet." Chapter three is still in the works, but things are going very slowly - namely because I keep getting distracted by other plot bunnies. Anyway, if you have an idea you'd like to see written, I'll be more than happy to consider writing it. This pairing doesn't have nearly enough love!