I think this is the quickest I've ever updated... IT'S THE END OF THE WORLD! ~x


Willow had never had a dream of this design. She often found herself dreaming of peoples deaths. The only problem though, is that she never saw murderers when they committed the crime. The one to always murder and dump the bodies in these dreams, was her. This dream was the worst she'd had yet, it made her feel physically sick. She had been the one that removed some of the fifteen year old boys internal organs, and then wrapped him in tarpaulin and dumped him into the pond of a local park. It was cruel, disgusting, she couldn't get the images out of her head. For this time around though, she had seen someone else alive in her dream, his face had been slightly obscured, but she had seen enough to maybe point him out if she ever saw him.

She lifted her glasses and rubbed at her eyes, exhaustion gnawed at her body. "Can I get you another drink?" Lowering the glasses back onto her nose, she looked to the office door. "No thank you, Alana." She replied. Willow had been told to stay in Jack's office after he had dragged her with him. She had seen a small spark in his eyes when she asked about the body, it was never a good sign, she knew Jack had some kind of new idea. "I don't know what Jack was thinking, dragging you out so early in the morning, and then leaving you here." Alana frowned and shook her head in disapproval. Willow smiled at her, she'd always liked Alana, she often helped Jack on cases and had a motherly feel to her. "It's fine, really. I've lived with him for eight years, I'm used to his rash actions." Willow waved a dismissive hand, she knew Jack Crawford all too well by now.

"That doesn't excuse his actions." Alana answered, leaning against the door frame with a hand on her hip. "And who might that be?" A voice came from behind the woman. Willow rolled her eyes, half expecting the two to start bickering, like they usually did. "You. Who else would I be speaking about?" Jack just waved a hand about and walked past her into the office. "Willow, I'll need you to go to the technicians lab. I have one of my team ready to make a facial composite, of the man you saw in your dream." Willow just nodded in reply, she didn't expect anything to come from this, not everyone believed in what she could do.

She hadn't been much of a believer herself, until the car crash that almost killed her. She had thought she was going insane when it first started happening, the dreams and seeing people that weren't there. Jack had even taken her to a psychiatrist or two, but nothing worked. So she had studied, and learnt that many people that claim to be psychic, developed the ability after near death experiences. Jack had been skeptical but agreed on letting her contact people that were like her. That's when she had met Beverly, the woman that had helped her learn to open and close her minds eye, amongst other things. She wasn't completely under control yet, but she was slowly getting there. It had taken a while before Jack believed her, and now only a handful of people knew about her ability.

"I also found a file on the man name Frederick." Jack started, breaking Willow from her thoughts. "Frederick Chilton, forty years of age, has been missing for two months. He has no family, work colleagues reported him missing when he failed to call or show up for work." He looked up from the paper he had on his desk. Willow nodded, she felt a little sad for him. She was glad he hadn't left a wife or child behind, but death was never a happy affair, especially when you were murdered, though she hadn't told Jack that part. "Thank you, Jack." She smiled at him and got to her feet, she was ready to help Jack all she could.


"Are you sure this is the man?" Alana asked, a frown knitted her brows. She was one of the few that knew of Willows ability. "Not a hundred percent, but it's a great likeness to what I saw and of what I can remember." Willow answered, looking at the woman next to her in interest. Alana looked from the large flat screen, where the face composition was on display, to Jack. "This is Abel Gideon, he's a highly acclaimed surgeon." She stopped there, biting her lip as the clogs in her head worked. "If it was him, you don't think he had someone harvest those organs so he could use them, do you?" Jack nodded and paced around the room a little. "I think it could be a high possibility. I don't have any evidence for a warrant though, god damnit." Willow could see the frustration in Jacks face, this had been the first breakthrough in the case. Though only a small one, it was something. "I'll have someone look into his background, and a team of two to monitor his movements." Jack said. He didn't seem all to happy with his arrangements, but they were all he could do until any evidence revealed itself.


"Are you aware, that the FBI are following me?" A cynical voice sounded down the phone. "I hold you entirely accountable for this, Hannibal." Hannibal sat, smirking. "And why is that, Abel? You're just as guilty as I am. It was you who wanted to fund your gambling habit by selling those organs." He spun the chair and faced the girl who was sat across the desk from him. "I can get you out of the country for a while, if you help me deliver the new merchandise. I hear Turkey has perfect weather this time of the year. Have you ever been to Turkey before, Abigail?" He studied the crying brunette, tied and gagged in front of him. She shook her head in a pitiful way. "She's shaking her head, Abel. You'll definitely need to take her now, we don't want to disappoint poor Abigail, nor my very important client. I'll send you instructions by safe means." Hannibal cut off the call, his word was absolute, no need to wait for an answer. He ran a thumb over the scar on his lip, still watching the brunette squirm in front of him.

Leaning forward, he opened the bag that had been put on the desk with the rest of her belongings, and pulled out her phone. "You don't happen to have a Miss Graham on here, by any chance?" He asked as he went through her phone. Abigail looked at him, wide eyed and shaking her head. Hannibal hummed when he found Willows number, and copied it into his own phone, before dropping hers back into the bag. "Verger!" He called, eyes flicking to the door when it opened. "The usual routine, please. And don't forget to burn every belonging this time, you know what happens when someone fails to follow an order correctly." He gave the restaurant owner a stern look and walked out of the room.


Willow sat at the desk in her room, scrolling aimlessly through different websites. It had been three days since her dream, she hadn't had one since nor had she been visited by any spirits. And being jobless, she found herself bored. There was only so much cleaning one could do. Hearing her phone alert her of a text, she leant forward to pick it up, letting a yawn escape her lips. Wiping her eyes under her glasses, with the sleeve of her sweater, she opened the message.

'Hello Willow, this is Hannibal Lecter. I hope you don't mind this sudden message, but I very much enjoyed our conversation the other day. I received this number from your friend, she said you wouldn't mind.' Her eyebrows rose as she read the message over several times, snorting at how formal it was. She bit her bottom lip in thought, wondering how she should reply. 'Hey! I don't mind at all, though you're right, it did surprise me.' She contemplated whether to put a smiley there, but decided against it. 'I enjoyed our conversation too… Even if it was a little random.' She made a face at her phone, she didn't like what she'd written, she sighed and sent it anyway. "Well done, Will. You sound like a bona fide idiot." She mumbled to herself.

Another message came, soon after she had sent hers. 'I'm glad, I was afraid you would turn me away. Objectless conversations are the best kind, they allow the participants to learn things about one another, which they wouldn't normally. Which brings me to the important question, would you like to go for a drink, with me?' She nibbled on her thumb nail, she hadn't been asked out by the opposite sex for a while. Her dates often didn't go well, and she had had a short string of relationships that had all fizzed out fairly quickly. She got up and slowly paced around her room, thinking of how she could reply. 'Yes, I think I would. I don't do so well in busy places though...' She hoped he wouldn't change his mind at that message, She'd been told she was boring because of this. 'That is fine, I wanted a place where we could talk in any case. Would tomorrow night work for you?'

Willow smiled around the thumb she was still nibbling at, stopping in the middle of her room, she texted back. 'Tomorrow night is fine.' He proceeded to text back to ask where he should pick her up and to organise a time.


"I have an hour!" Alana exclaimed as Willow let her into the house. "I told Jack I had some work related errands to run. I expect at least a bottle of wine as thanks for this." Willow smiled at this comment. "Consider that already done, it's in the kitchen so don't forget to take it after." Alana returned the smile and followed Willow up the stairs. "I picked out a couple of outfits, but first, lets sort your hair. Are you having it up, or down?" Willow looked at herself in the mirror, her curly mane looked unruly. "Well… I'd prefer it down, but I don't want to look like I've been dragged through a hedge backwards." She made a face at herself in the mirror, earning a laugh from Alana. "I figured you'd say something like that. How about half up and half down? I bought some hair products from home to tame what I can."

Willow just nodded and sat down in her chair, she'd agree with anything Alana said right now because she didn't know a thing about being a girl. She had worn jeans and t-shirts for most of her life, she was the kind of girl that climbed trees and ran riot with the boys when she was younger. She remembered how her mother used to scold her for the bruises she accumulated up her legs, though it never stopped her. Willow held a hand over her stomach, she felt her scar twinge slightly at the thought of her mother. "I don't think you've ever asked me to help dress you for a date, and we've known each other for four years now." Alana commented, as she brushed, pulled and played with Willows hair. She tamed the curls first, before she started pulling it about to style and pin it. "You must like this young man quite a bit." Will choked on air as she snorted and laughed at the same time, she had forgotten to tell Alana she was going on a date with a man, probably old enough to be her father. "What? Did I say something wrong? Are you going on a date with a woman?" Will laughed more. It took her a while to compose herself, she wiped a stray tear from the corner of her eye and took a breath. "I'm sorry." She sat properly again, letting Alana to continue with her hair. "It's not a woman, just not a young man either…" She bit her bottom lip, waiting for Alanas reaction. "So, it's an older man?" Alana said and then hummed. "How much older?"

Willow frowned, she realised she didn't actually know. He had never shared his age with her. "Probably twenty years….." She mumbled this, quietly. Alana stopped what she was doing "that is a large gap, Willow. Are you sure you've thought about this?" Willow rolled her eyes, feeling Alana pull at her hair again. "It's just a drink Alana, not marriage. Besides, he's interesting, and I don't feel uncomfortable around him like I did with half of the men I've dated." Alana didn't say anything until she had finished Wills hair. She held a small mirror behind Willows head so she could see the back in the mirror ahead of her. Alana had tamed the curls and flyaways with a hair serum, the up-do part, was pulled around the back and twisted. "I can't stop you, but it doesn't mean I completely agree with it either. But I do like seeing you happy. I won't tell Jack, but you will have to tell him if you decide to keep seeing this man, you can't lie forever."

She nodded in agreement. "I planned to do so...Stop worrying so much." Willow turned to smile at her. "Shall we continue?"


Will kept smoothing out the skirt she was wearing and checking herself over in the mirror, she'd hate to ruin Alanas work, she wouldn't be able to fix it herself. She was wearing a black pencil skirt, that came to her knees, black tights and a black velvet blazer. The top she wore was tucked into the skirt, it had a pan collar and had a layer effect. It was also blue, which made her eyes stand out even more than usual. Alana had tried her with some heels, but Willow just ended up walking like she had two wooden legs. She had ended up in a pair of small, black velvet wedges instead, she found them easier to walk in. Alana insisted she also wear some accessories, so she had put on a silver ring and silver bangle, both of which Jack had bought her for previous birthdays and a necklace that had belonged to her mother. The make-up Alana had done for her, was again simple, and similar in style to what Abigail had done before.

She sighed and went into the kitchen, pouring herself a small glass of wine to help calm her nerves. She had laid out her keys and the mustard coloured clutch Alana had lent her, with her purse and phone inside, onto the kitchen island. Now adorned with a glass of wine in her hand, she kept walking to and from the kitchen, checking herself over in the hallway mirror every time. She had no idea why she was so worked up about this, it wasn't like her at all. She guessed it was because she hadn't done this in a while.

To her surprise, the doorbell rang ten minutes earlier than expected. Leaving the glass on the counter, she went and opened the door. "Wow, hello Mr. Punctual." She said, smiling at him. "I don't think I've ever met a man that's on time, let alone early." He returned the smile, she noticed his eyes look over her and she did the same. He was dressed in black trousers, a light grey shirt and a black jacket. She was glad he wasn't in an extravagant suit like the last time they had seen each other. Standing to the side, she invited him in. "I won't be a minute, I just need to write Jack a note and pick my bag up." Hannibal just nodded in understanding, and stood with his hands in his pockets.

Quickly going back into the kitchen, she downed the rest of her wine, squeaking a little as she managed to dribble some down her chin. "Shit…" She mumbled and dabbed at it with a cloth, breathing a sigh of relief that she didn't get any onto her clothes. Rinsing the glass out, she left it on the drying rack and went over to the fridge freezer to write on the small white board that was stuck onto it. 'I'm out with a friend, don't wait up x.' She looked at the message for a second before adding an extra kiss, she hoped it would appeal to his sensitive side. She knew he'd ask a lot of questions tomorrow. Grabbing the clutch and her keys, she turned the kitchen light off and came back into the hall. Hannibal was still stood where she had left him, he smiled at her as she came into the hallway. "Ready?" He asked, and she nodded.

He stood to the side and waited as she set the alarm, closed and locked the door. Placing a hand on the small of her back, Hannibal guided her to a shiny, black range rover. Willow openly grimaced "If I'd known I had to get into a higher car, I wouldn't have worn a skirt." Hannibal looked at her in amusement and walked around to open the passenger side door for her. She managed to get in ok, without looking too undignified, and without opening her legs as she did so. "You need not worry about what you're wearing, you look beautiful." Hannibal said when he got into the car, not looking at her as he started it and clipped in the seatbelt around himself. Willow felt herself blushing, she hated the feeling. Looking out of her window, she shifted a little in the leather seat, feeling slightly uncomfortable now. "Punctual and a smooth talker…" She mumbled. Hannibal smiled again, keeping his eyes on the road as he drove. "I'm sorry for making you uncomfortable." He said, giving her a quick glance. She looked round at him, an eyebrow raised. Was she that obvious? "I stand by my compliment nonetheless, you truly look lovely. And I much prefer your hair down." Willow could feel herself heating up more. "You're doing this on purpose now." She frowned and looked away again, she was sure she heard a slight chuckle come from the man, over the hum of the engine.


The small wine bar was just outside the center of town, she estimated that only around eight people were there, split off into their own little groups. "Do you drink wine?" Hannibal asked her. Willow nodded her head "and I don't have a preference on colour." He guided her to a table in a far corner, away from many of the other people. "Good, take a seat and I won't be a minute."

Before she sat, she removed the blazer and hung it on the back of her chair, it was rather warm, she guessed it was from the many LED lights that lit up the place. She fidgeted a little, unsure how she should sit, she stopped however when Hannibal came back. He had a bottle of red and two glasses. "You didn't buy an expensive bottle did you… You don't have to pull a Verger to try and impress me." Hannibal smiled and poured them each a glass, before taking a seat opposite her. "It is a bottle of Amarone, nothing to worry about. I'm aware you're not the kind of woman that enjoys overly expensive luxuries." She took a sip from her glass. "And how would you know that, from only speaking to me once?" She asked and raised an eyebrow at him. "I visited the restaurant more than once, while you worked. It rather surprised me to see you waitressing that day in fact." He sat back in his chair, looking at her, his eyes seemed to glow in the lights. "Your outburst is what made me decide to speak to you. You're quite the little spark, you start of small, but can cause a fire."

She had never thought about it like that. Sure she was quiet most of the time, unless she was completely comfortable around someone, then you couldn't stop her talking. Her outbursts though, were rare, she wasn't particularly an angry person. "Don't jinx me now, I haven't caused a fire yet. Unless you count the time I almost set the kitchen alight…" She said, and smiled at him. "By the way…Do I get to know your age, now that I've agreed to have a drink with you?" He hummed, and took a sip from his glass. "Forty-four" he finally replied. She had guessed he was around that age. "And you're not married?" She asked. He raised a brow "I wouldn't have invited you out tonight, if I was. I'm a trustworthy man." Willow looked at him apologetically "I'm sorry, I had to ask. I feel like I'm the one asking all the questions this time, and not doing a very good job at it." She chuckled slightly.

Hannibal smiled "you are simply asking a question that most young women would ask an older man if he invited her out. I'm ashamed to say, many men my age would date a younger woman even if they were married." He took a sip from his glass again before placing it onto the table. "Do you have any hobbies, Willow?" She smiled at his question, Hannibal Lecters random questions were starting. "I used to fish, my father and I would go every weekend. I haven't done that for years now though… I guess you could say I'm hobby-less currently." She frowned in thought, she hadn't realised how little she did. "Hence your taste for seafood, I presume?" Willow nodded and smiled again. "You remembered. Yes, my mother taught me how to cook, I think fish is the only decent thing I can cook, so it automatically became the thing I enjoyed the most. What about you, do you cook?" She asked. Slotting in a question before he could ask her another. "Yes, I've learnt a thing or two other the years. I hold dinner parties as often as I can, I'll have to invite you next time." She raised an eyebrow and looked at him. She was trying to picture him cooking in her head. "Or perhaps I should take you out for dinner first, I wouldn't want your attention taken away by other guests." She rolled her eyes and blushed a little. Hannibal Lecter was going to give her a heart aneurysm if he kept using his 'smooth lines.'


Willow walked up the steps to her house, a smile glued to her face. The night had gone so well, and she had learnt a little more about Hannibal. For example, he was originally from Lithuania and owned his own shipping company, amongst other businesses, which had surprised her greatly and explained his apparent wealth. She had asked him to drop her off at the top of the road she lived on, she didn't want to risk a confrontation with Jack just yet, but they had both agreed they'd like to see each other again. She noticed the kitchen light on when she entered the house, so she turned to lock the door before going there. "Jack?" She said, seeing the man leaning over a large glass of whiskey. "Willow… Sit down." He said. She frowned a little, and sat on one of the stools up to the kitchen island. "I have some news, that you may find upsetting…" He started, looking up from his glass to her. "Your friend, Abigail Hobbs… Has been reported missing." Willow felt her breath catch in her throat, and her stomach lurch and squirm. "You don't think…" She stopped, feeling sick at the thought that Abigail could be connected to Jacks case. "We're looking into it, but I think you should brace yourself for the worst." Jack said, the words sounded strained. "I'm sorry, Will. I know you two had become close."

She said nothing as she slid to her feet and walked out of the kitchen. Getting to her room, she kicked the shoes off and stripped herself of all her clothes, replacing them with some jeans and a checkered shirt. Looking into the mirror she removed the make-up and pulled out the pins from her hair, tying it on top of her head in a messy bun instead. Her eyes were stinging with the tears that threatened to spill. Taking her phone from the clutch she looked through her phone book, she had no idea who she could call, Abigail had always been the one she turned to. Stopping on a number, she clicked on and called it. "Willow?" A voice answered. She felt the tears break the surface, her voice was shaky as she answered. "Can I come to yours, please?"