I sat behind Hannibal's desk, filing through his notes on Will Graham. It wasn't as if Hannibal had told me not to look at them but I suspected that he'd rather I did not. Carefully I put back the papers in the right order and position on his desk, hoping Hannibal would gloss over my curiosity.

I heard the door opening. Frowning, I got to my feet, smoothed my skirt and adjusted my cuffs slightly as I walked through to meet the visitor.

It was Will.

I smiled at him, "Hello Will, I wasn't expecting you. Are you looking for Hannibal? He's out at the moment but I can phone him if you'd like."

Will smiled at the floor, "Em, actually, I'm here to see you"

I blinked, "I'm sorry, I don't think I understand"

Will walked past me into Hannibal's office, my eyes followed him, leading my body round "Hannibal told me you were a profiler once"

I frowned, Hannibal never spoke about my life during sessions with his patients, so why had he told Will Graham this. "I trained as a profiler, yes, but I never took a job"

Will studied me for a moment with soft eyes, "Why?"

"Family... drama, let's say. Why did you come?"

"I have a case I'd like you to consult on"

"Me? You barely know me, Will"

"Hannibal seems to put a lot of faith in you"

There's a reason for that, I thought, a reason you won't be hearing about. "I would like to imagine so"

"Then will you come?"

I needed time to think it through, then I spoke, "Alright then, I'll go with you, but let me phone Hannibal first – he's expecting me to be in when he gets home"

"Go right ahead"

Will gave me the details and I walked out into the hall as I dialled Hannibal's number, but it went on to voice mail – silently I cursed, then sent him a text explaining what was going on. Rarely did I do anything any more without at least consulting Hannibal first.

"Everything okay?" Will asked, appearing behind me.

"He's engaged just now, but I've sent him a message – I'm sure it will be no problem at all"

Will smiled and tucked a strand of hair behind my ear, "No problem at all"

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When Will dropped me off much later it was getting dark. Slowly we walked to the front door, still engrossed in our conversation. Suddenly, half way down the path, Will stopped. I also stopped and turned to look at him face on, "What is it?"

He smiled widely, "That strand of hair is very adamant to move from its place." Again, Will pushed the small section of hair behind my ear, this time stepping close to me as he did.

I breathed his name but he whispered to my for my silence before placing a gentle kiss on my lips. We parted and I could do nothing but stare at him. Will muttered my name like a question before I pulled back into another kiss, a longer, stronger kiss.

When we parted for a second time I saw the curtain move – Hannibal was back, and he had seen.

I said my goodbyes to Will and he did the same before I returned inside. There stood Hannibal. Not a word was spoken, but that was not necessary. Hannibal played very rough that night.