Disclaimers: I do not own Will Graham nor do I own Hannibal Lector.

A/N: Whoa, it's been awhile since I did this one. I know you all wanted me to update this but I kept having a stupid writers block. But I don't have it anymore. Enjoy!

A/N2: I am so sorry that I haven't updated. Oh, to let you know… I probably won't update this again until about next Friday! Enjoy!

Chapter Two

Will entered the diner with scruffy clothes on and sat himself in a booth. He nodded to a familiar waitress. Her name was Cindy Finch. She was a woman in her forties with blackish hair and green eyes. She nodded as she came to and smiled politely at him.

"The usual?" she asked with her kind voice.

Will smiled softly but noticed the other people's cringes. And he knew why the cringed. They were looking at him. But he liked that Cindy didn't do that. She was polite as ever and a helpful women. "Yeah," he agreed.

"Okay then. Hash browns, two sunny side-up eggs, four sausages, and bacon with a great cup of dark coffee are on the way." With that Cindy turned and left to the kitchen.

She soon returned with a cup of dark coffee and he nodded. As he went and took a sip of his coffee he noticed a familiar person enter the diner. He noticed that person nod to the other waitress next to Cindy and come with a grin on his face to sit in front of him.

Will couldn't help but nod to the man and the man nodded back. Then the memories came back. Will knew how he knew the man. He recognized the features very well. The man was tall, broad, tanned with artic blue eyes and short brown hair. He remembered the man's grin. It was the one and only Anton Fischer.

Anton grinned wider and shook Will's hand. "How have you been, Will? Long time no see." Anton joked.

Will smiled in return. Yeah, it definitely had been awhile. "Yeah, I've been doing alright. You? Still trying to get Alicia in bed?" he joked back.

"Yeah, but so far nothing." Anton laughed.

Cindy returned and smiled at the new comer. "Would you like some coffee or anything else?" She was ready if he would say yes with another coffee cup in hand.

"Yeah, why not, I would love a cup." Anton agreed.

Cindy smiled and poured him a cup. Then turning to Will she said, "Your food will be up in ten."

"Thanks, Cindy." Will nodded. Then putting his attention back on Anton he felt himself feel the suspicions rise. He knew Anton wasn't here to talk about the old times in the Academy. No, he knew that Anton had an agenda. But what is it? He thought back on yesterday when Jack called him. And the realization hit him. Of course! This is about that two specific cases isn't it, Anton!?! He was angry and slightly annoyed. He told Jack twice that he was retired but Crawford was persistent. He had sent Anton here to persuade Will.

"I know why you are here," he said to Anton with a slight icy tone. He didn't like that Crawford would send some one to him just because he thought that he knew the mind of Hannibal Lector better than anyone.

"I expected as much." Anton replied. He in turn became serious. "Yes, I admit, Crawford sent me. He really wants to know that you are thinking seriously about what he asked of you."

"I know what he asked of me!" Will snapped. He knew very well what Jack wanted him to do. He wanted him to capture Hannibal and Clarice and he wanted him to take down this new serial killer who calls him or herself The Ripper.

"Easy, Will!" Anton soothed. His eyes growing concerned. "It's important to us all that you come back to Quantico. You don't have to stay long. Just be there while doing two very special assignments."

"To find Hannibal and the former agent Starling along with tracking and stopping a new serial killer called the Ripper doesn't seem to be two special assignments. They sound more like a death wish that I don't want made." Will easily replied.

"For God's sake William!" Anton snapped back. "Five more teenagers have died since Jack asked for you help. Five, Will! Five innocent teens from the ages of twelve to seventeen have died!" He noticed people wondering what was going on so Anton lowered his voice. "Five died the same way Alison Summers died. All being left around the U.S. while a recording of their screams was sent to Quantico and when their bodies were found a note from the Ripper saying: Catch me if you can." His eyes drifted to the scar on Will's face and he paused. A slight shock overcame him and Will could see it in his eyes.

Will knew that Anton was slightly disgusted at the scar. He knew that Anton is also memorized. He grew angrier. It's that bad isn't it? I mean look at it Anton! The scar looks like Picasso made it. I look ugly don't I? Am I disfigured? Of course. I was given this scar by a killer? Look at my life now thanks to this damn mark! Go ahead and be disgusted. I already did.

Anton withdrew his eyes from the scar and returned them to Will's eyes. His eyes held sympathy and pity. "Who gave that to you?" Anton couldn't help but ask.

"Dolarhyde," was the only answer Will could give.

"Right…" Anton muttered. But then going back to the original subject as Cindy finally returns with food. "We need you, man. We need you big time."

"Thank you Cindy." Will said to the waitress, taking his fork and his spoon into his hands.

"Anytime, sir." Cindy said, leaving them.

"I don't care, Anton. I don't care. Go ask Bloom to give analyzes about the Ripper not me." Will offered.

"Bloom isn't as good as you." Anton insisted but he knew that it would be to no use. So he stood up, took out some money and paid for Will's breakfast, and then he said, "You can do a lot of good. Think about it." And with that he left.

He left Will Graham to think. And to think very hard on the decision he could make.

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"It seems we have gotten a letter." Clarice said to Hannibal as he sat on a chair watching the ocean waves.

"From who my dear?" Lector asked.

Clarice handed him the letter. "I don't know but it says it's for you. I did not want to impose and open it myself."

Lector laughed. "Then I will read out loud for the both of us."

Dear Hannibal Lector,

I have heard many things about you. Your work as the Chesapeake Ripper is quite amazing in itself. I know you among many other serial killers. I know you among a many brilliant minds. Once before I had started an intricate experiment. The experiment worked far too well than I would have thought and I am indeed quite proud of my work. So, dear Lector, I would like you join me in another experiment that I hope you to can be proud of.

Ah, my work has begun. I am going to do things that will be fun, hard, and quite grotesque in some way or not. Maybe I will finally do what I dream of doing. But alas that can't be now! Instead I will wait for I know a special gift will be given to the both of us.

Have you heard? I guess not since you and your lovely Clarice are in hiding that your old acquaintance or rival as I would like to think is at this moment being recruited by another old acquaintance Special Agent Jack Crawford to go and search for you and for me! I admit at first I didn't know what to think about this William Graham but I have grown to hate and like him.

I have found him almost as smart and fearful as you and I. Strange that a man that is working a different plane could be so much alike I and you. If I remember my readings correctly isn't he the one who caught you? Sure it looked as if by accident but I see more than that.

He fears. I know he fears well. He fears that his fears will change him into something he feels is like a monster. Oh what a mind that young man has! Maybe I can help him with that change, don't you think?

Do you know who I am? I know who you are. I would love to speak with you more but as of know I have some more experiments to do.

Without the slightest hint of wax,

The Ripper.