Hi, guys! :D
This is my first fanfic I've ever decently written and my first posted to . Please be kind to me and make sure to tell me what you think. R&R's are extremely welcome. This probably will turn into a Hannigram fanfic, so all those who aren't boy/boy fans, BEWARE!
I should have the next chapter up in a few days. In the mean time, enjoy the first!

Disclaimer - I do not own Hannibal or Red Dragon. If I did, there would be a lot more smut.

I know I'll never trust a single thing you say
You knew your lies would divide us

But you lied anyway
And all the lies have got you floating
Up above us all
But what goes up has got to fall

- Hit the Floor - Linkin Park

It was perhaps a blast of bone chilling air, the cry of some nearby animal or the obnoxious honk of a passing car that had Will Graham jerking from his sleep. None of the sounds around him he would normally associate with his quaint little home in Wolf Trap and it took but a minute for him to realise that he was not in his bed. Or in his house. Confusion quickly turned to panic. He was used to his occasional night wanderings but never had he gone this far. The lapse in time had him slightly disorientated. It could not have been more than a few hours since he had fallen asleep, his dogs coiled up on the floor beside his bed.

The suddenly bright lights of an approaching car made the empath jerk slightly. It was enough to fully snap him from his stupor and to make him realise that he was clad in naught but what he had gone to bed in; a thin, faded shirt and boxer briefs. The bitter wind nipped at his exposed flesh and he wrapped both arms around himself. The question of what to do now popped into Will's mind. He had no money, no phone and from what he thought, no idea where he was. The more he looked however, the more he seemed to recognise and it was with a breathy exhale that he finally gazed at the two story building before him. It was beautiful, rustic and so deliciously familiar. He was at Hannibal's office. Why his body had chosen to lead him here of all places, he did not know, nor did he care. He wasted no time in crossing the road and approaching the building. It couldn't have been too late for the downstairs windows were brightly illuminated with a warm, would be welcoming light. That meant that the doctor was probably still there.

Clinging firmly to that hope, Will quickly crossed the road and gingerly moved up the stairs of the building. His feet ached and he didn't have to look at his soles to know they were probably raw red. Next time he slept, he'd make sure to wear shoes. A pause and plaintive knock at the door was given before the young man drew back. Odd. Usually he would simply go in and wait in Hannibal's waiting room. What made this time so different? The fact that he was definitely unexpected and half naked probably had something to do with his nerves.

The opening of an inside door followed by footsteps made Will's heart flutter with tension and the click of the door unlocking made him take a step back.

"William. What are you doing here?" Hannibal seemed genuinely confused to see the younger male standing upon his door step. Sanguine eyes gazed Will up and down once. That was all it took to drink in the surprising and appealing sight before him. Not wanting to be rude though and deny Will the warmth he obviously needed, Hannibal stood back, an arm extending to welcome the profiler inside.

Will smiled thankfully at the man, eyes lingering briefly on his chin before stepping inside. A burst of warm air almost made him moan. He'd not realised how cold he'd actually been. The sudden change of such drastic temperatures caused his skin to erupt in goose bumps and start to quiver rather violently.

Hannibal shut the door, locked it once more, and then led his unofficial patient into his office. Will couldn't help but think of it like one of his normal appointments as he moved to his usual chair and sat down. Hannibal did the same but not before unbuttoning his jacket, shrugging it off and laying it over Will's trembling shoulders. Again a thankful smile was given and Hannibal couldn't help but notice the others unwillingness to talk. He was usually quiet, yes, but it was still common for Will to respond with a despondent quip.

Once the pair was comfortable, Hannibal begun a silent scrutiny of the empath. He'd never noticed it before but it did not surprise him, that Will was becoming quite thin. He was able to hide his slimming body under the loose clothes that he always wore, but now that he was nearly in the flesh, Hannibal could clearly see it. It was obvious to the doctor that his patient had not been eating properly. Along with the lack of sleep, it was already taking its toll on Will's body. His skin was pallid, dull blue eyes rimmed by bags. His dark curls were limp and his movements more lethargic. Yes. Will Graham was not healthy, both physically and mentally.

Hannibal's scrutiny went completely unnoticed by Will however, who was muttering softly to himself, eyes peering instead at the clock on the wall behind the doctor.

"It's 10.17 pm. I'm in Baltimore, Maryland. My name… is Will Graham."

"You've had another lapse in time" It was a question, not a statement.

Will looked up, his stormy eyes not meeting the doctors' gaze and instead lingering on the collar of his no doubt expensive shirt.

"Yes," He sighed and leaned forwards. Hands covered his clammy face and it took a moment for him to collect his thoughts once more. "I went to bed early. I wasn't feeling well. When I woke up, I was outside your office." He trailed off, and then softly laughed. It was all an act of course, a way to hide how desperately lost he was.

"You've never walked this far before, have you?" The question caught Will slightly off guard and he looked up, hands dropping back down to his lap.

"Unless you count ending up lost on the back streets of Wolf Trap, no." He replied. Ah, that had been a fun night.

Hannibal was silent as he rose from his seat and walked past Will, the start of a smirk tugging at the corners of his thin lips. The empaths eyes did not move from their lingering position on the chair Hannibal had previously inhabited and he listened to the soft clinking of what he would later find to be glasses. One was pushed into his hands by the good doctor and Will studied the amber liquid inside as Hannibal took his seat once more and crossed his long legs.

"Drink. You could use some warming up." The psychiatrist urged, lifting his own glass to his lips to first inhale the rich scent, and then take a sip. His refined palate burst with visible pleasure of the deep, oaky taste the scotch presented. Apparently Will did not share his appreciation, for when the doctor looked back up at the other, his glass was empty and clutched in his still shaking hand.

A fine brow rose, but Hannibal dismissed the act quickly.

Silence descended between the two, broken only by the ticking of the clock and Will's occasional fidgeting. Hannibal was the first one to move after he had finished his glass. He stood and slowly made his way towards his young patient. Reaching down, he would gently pry the glass from Will's slowly warming hands but not before purposefully stroking a long forefinger over the back of his hand as he pulled away. A cheap trick, but an effective one none the less. Will flinched and for the first time his eyes met the doctors but only as he walked away to clean both glasses and set them back with the rest.

Hannibal's feelings for Will certainly went beyond those of the usual doctor and patient relationship. 'Love' was not the word he would use. He held a high fondness and adoration for the troubled young man. There was a sexual as well as physical attraction. Even in his sometimes demented state, Will Graham was, in his own way, beautiful. And Hannibal often saw that. He despised the way Jack Crawford would treat the profiler, even going as far as to call him "fine china". Will was delicate in a way, yes, but it was a mental delicacy. Physically, he was quite capable and he proved this every time Jack would throw him head first into another Chesapeake Ripper case. That thought made Hannibal smile fully. Oh, the sweet irony of it all. He disliked Jack's willingness to throw Will into every gruesome case if it meant getting that one step closer to catching the Ripper, yet he secretly loved the way it would break Will down, effectively bending the young man to the cannibal's will.

A soft exhale of a sigh sounded around the quiet room and once finished with the glasses, Hannibal turned back to Will. Even from his position behind the man, he could tell that he was starting to drift off. It was little wonder. His body was no doubt exhausted to the brink of passing out and Hannibal made a simple decision then and there. He moved back to the profiler and kneeled, a hand reaching out to touch his shoulder. The man's eyes were closed.

"I am going to take you back to my home. You'll sleep there for the night."

Will's eyes fluttered open slightly and he opened his mouth to politely decline but Hannibal cut him off.

"Don't worry about your dogs. I'll drive out tomorrow morning, feed them and get you a change of clothes." His words were gentle, but firm as he stood erect once more. There was no way that Will could change his mind.

Blue grey eyes met dark ones and slowly, Will nodded. He knew that he would not win. Hannibal could be stubborn when he wanted to be and it was without another compliant that he allowed Hannibal to help him up and clutching the other man's jacket tightly around himself, follow him outside. The lights were turned off and the front door to the practice locked securely before Hannibal led Will to his car that was parked on the side street next to the building.

Once both men were sitting comfortably in the vehicle, it was started and the pair departed to Hannibal's home. Thankfully it wasn't far but by the time car pulled into the dark drive, Will's chin was tucked into his chest and his eyes were closed. Hannibal hated to wake him but he couldn't leave the tired empath in the car all night. Carrying Will in wouldn't do much for the young man's pride either, so the doctor opted for his only choice. He smoothly got out from the driver's side, closed the door and made his way around the side to the passenger seat. The door was opened and gently Hannibal shook Will's shoulder.

"Will, we're here."

It was enough to once more rouse the tired man and he gazed blearily up at the man looming above him before slowly forcing himself up and out of the car. Cold breeze hit his exposed skin with fury and he tightened his grip on the man's jacket which, now that his senses cleared slightly, smelled of Hannibal's rich, albeit slightly sweet cologne. It was nice, pleasant even and enough to make the young man more comfortable as Hannibal led him to his house. He was familiar with the downstairs area of the lavish interior and it occurred to him as he followed Hannibal into the kitchen that he'd never actually been upstairs before. No doubt it was as beautiful as the lower section. The doctors taste was definitely refined when it came to décor and fine cuisine. His dinner parties and lovely office and home were evidence of that.

"Would you like something to eat?" Hannibal asked, lingering by the fridge before he opened it. A glass of wine sounded quite appetising and he set about fetching himself a chilled glass before selecting a bottle of his favourite red wine. He highly doubted that Will would care for more alcohol right now but still offered the young man a glass. He didn't want to be rude. Both food and wine were politely declined. Will was tired and his body cried out for sleep.

Setting the glass and bottle down on the beautiful dark marble counter, Hannibal led Will upstairs and to the second room along the hall. Inside was a modestly furnished bedroom. It was simple; a bed, dresser and mirror. Plain, yet beautiful at the same time.

"This is the guest bedroom. The bathroom is across the hall from you and my bedroom is next door," He gestured to the closed door to his right. "There are pyjamas in the dresser if you want to change. Don't hesitate to ask for anything else if you need it."

Will nodded. He was thankful for simply having a place close by to rest that was close by. Had it not been for Hannibal, he would have been in trouble. Hannibal, meanwhile, bade him good night and went back down stairs, leaving Will to his own devices. These consisted of trotting across to the bathroom to quickly wash his face with cold water, and then head back to the guest room. The door was left slightly ajar as he turned the light off and crept across the plush carpeted floor to the bed. Pulling back the covers, Will sunk down and this time, he did moan. The mattress was perfect and extremely comfortable beneath his suddenly aching body. It was the mixture of warmth, comfort and the scotch that had mixed with the medication he had taken before his previous bed time that had Will's senses dulling and his eyes lulling closed. For the first time in a long while, sleep came swiftly and sweetly.