Will wakes up the next day after killing Ahmed feeling extremely rested. He rolls over and sees Hannibal turned away from him, still sleeping. Will scoots closer to his sleeping lover and wraps his arms around him, nuzzling his head against the strong muscles in Hannibal's back.

"Good morning, Will," Hannibal coos, pulling Will's arms around him.

"Sorry," Will murmurs. "I always forget that you're a light sleeper."

"That's alright," Hannibal says. "I like waking up with your arms around me."

Will smiles and lets himself be moved when Hannibal turns over, placing a deep kiss upon Will's lips. He runs his hands up and down the sides of Will's body, stopping here and there to squeeze and grab tightly. Will revels in the feel of soft hands caressing every inch of his body. Will runs his finger through Hannibal's locks, as he so often does.

Hannibal leans back and interlocks his fingers behind Will's back, pulling Will close. They're chest-to-chest and Will loves how warm and comforting being in Hannibal's arms is.

"Can we just stay here forever?" Will asks.

Hannibal smiles warmly. "I would very much enjoy that. But, how about later today we go to the market for some fresh produce?"

"I'd like that."

"Great."

The setting sun still shines down on the pair as they stroll through the local farmer's market. Will wears a simple white t-shirt and jeans; Hannibal dawns a mint green, light-weight, button-up and dress pants.

"So, what would you like me to make for us tonight?" Hannibal asks, surveying the various apples, pears, and other produce the local farmers are selling.

"I'm not exactly an expert when it comes to food; I used to think that lasagna was gourmet."

Hannibal smiles. "Well, when I served Langue d'agneau en papillotte to Jack, he seemed to like it, even if he didn't know who he was eating. We would need onions, mushrooms, and herbs."

"Sounds good to me," Will agrees.

The two walk down the street, stalls abounding and overflowing in produce, farmers yelling out to possible customers that their produce was the best.

"Are they being rude?" Will asks, speaking of the farmers.

"I wouldn't say so," Hannibal shakes his head. "They're simply doing their jobs."

Will shrugs. "You're picky."

"I prefer the term 'refined'," Hannibal grins.

Will smirks and rolls his eyes.

The pair come to a stall selling what they need. Will picks out the biggest and best mushrooms and onions he can and Hannibal pays for them, Will speeding off to retrieve herbs and spices for the rest of the dish. Hannibal pays for those as well and the two walk back up to their apartment, ready to cook and eat.

Hannibal walks into their apartment and sets down their groceries, Will closing the door behind him. Will retrieves from the fridge the body parts that Hannibal had harvested from Ahmed.

"What kind of meat do we need for this?" Will asks.

"Tongue."

Will grabs the plastic container and places it before Hannibal.

"Thank-you," Hannibal says. "Grab that pan and I'll sauté the tongue. Would you like to make the duxelles? I can prepare the tongue."

"Sure," Will nods. "Um, how do I do that?"

"Chop the mushrooms as thinly as you can. Then, take the sauté pan, add melted butter and onions, frying this until they start to soften. Next, add the mushrooms until they release the juices within them. Lastly, add wine and wait until there is only about two or three tablespoons of it left. Add nutmeg, salt and pepper, and balsamic. Got it?"

"Uh-"

"I can do it."

"Thank God."

Will walks into the living room and plops himself down on the plush couch. He watches the rapidly setting sun and feels extremely peaceful.

He finds himself being gently shaken ten minutes later after apparently having had fallen asleep.

"Oh, sorry. I guess I dozed off," Will says, rubbing his eyes.

"Not a problem," Hannibal replies, setting a plate of food on the coffee table.

"Are we eating out here tonight?" Will questions.

"I thought it'd be nice to watch the sun set as we eat," Hannibal says, sitting down beside Will.

"I'd like that," Will nods, smiling.

The two eat their respective meals, talking about random topics. The two enjoy the good food, the beautiful sunset, and each other's company. After dinner, Hannibal proposes something.

"Would you like to dance?" he asks.

Will looks surprised, but smiles. "Yes, I would, actually. That sounds nice."

Hannibal walks over to the stereo and puts in a CD. He presses play and "Unforgettable" by Nat King Cole drifts to meet Will's ears. Hannibal walks back over to Will, placing his hand on Will's waist and his other hand in Will's.

"Uh, I've never slow-danced before..." Will murmurs.

Hannibal smiles lovingly at Will. "It's easy. You put one hand on my shoulder and the other in mine. There, you go. Now, I can lead if you would like."

Will nods. "Yes, please."

Hannibal smiles and starts the dance. The two slowly dance in their small living room, Hannibal leading them around the room. Will leans his head on Hannibal's chest and listens to Hannibal's heartbeat, something he loves to do. The two dance there, while the sun sets before them and the fireplace burns brightly. It's really a perfect evening, and they continue dancing long into the night, even after the CD has stopped playing.

Hannibal wakes with a start at the sound of piercing police sirens. He jumps out of bed and flies to the window, eyes wild and stomach churning. He sees the squad car pull up outside the apartment complex and the man he least wants to see in the world get out of it: Jack Crawford.

Hannibal dashes over to the still-sleeping Will and shakes him awake. "Will, wake up. Now."

Will groggily wakes up and smiles, stretching. "Good morning, sweet. Should I call you that? I kind of want-"

"Jack is here," Hannibal blurts out, interrupting Will.

"What?!" Will cries, disbelieving. "How did he find us?"

"I don't know, but you need to go," Hannibal instructs, pulling Will out of bed.

Will gives Hannibal an incredulous look. "Are you insane? Okay, well don't answer that, but what are you talking about?"

"You need to leave," Hannibal repeats. "If Jack finds neither one of us here, he will think that we fled and come after us. If he just finds me here, I'll tell him that you fled this morning and I haven't a clue where you went."

"He won't believe that," Will says, wringing his hands. "Let's just go, now."

"There's no time!" Hannibal exclaims. "He's probably on his way up now. Go! Escape out the back window in the bathroom; you should be able to slide out onto the roof."

Hannibal rips open one side of the chest of drawers and starts shoveling Will's clothes into the same duffel bag that had previously held their killing tools. He stalks from one side of the room to the other, throwing Will's various belongings and money inside the bag.

"Hannibal, stop!" Will demands, walking over to Hannibal and putting his hand's on the older man's shoulders, trying to calm him down. "I'm not leaving you. I almost lost you once; I don't plan on doing that again."

"Will, please," Hannibal pleads, distress clear in his voice. "You need to leave. I won't take you down with me."

"I don't understand why we can't leave together?!" Will exclaims, turning away from Hannibal and crossing his arms over his chest.

"If I stay here and they catch me, that will give you more time to get away," Hannibal explains. "I'm doing this for you, Will."

"I don't want you to!" Will cries. Tears creep into his eyes and one drips down his cheek. "I can't lose you."

"I don't want that to happen, Will. You have no idea how much I don't want that to happen, but it is inevitable now," Hannibal says regretfully. "But isn't it better for one of us to get away than for both of us to be caught?"

Will looks at the floor. "I mean, I guess..."

Hannibal hooks his finger under Will's chin and raises Will's head up. Hannibal looks deeply into Will's eyes and smiles softly at this sweet, damaged man of his. "I will treasure the time we've spent together, Will. This time that we've shared over these past weeks has meant more to me than my entire life put together. And you do, too; you mean more to me than life itself. I want you to know that, dear Will."

Will feels more tears welling up inside of him and he wraps his arms around Hannibal, pressing himself as close to the man as he can. He lays his head on Hannibal's chest, right over his heart. Will closes his eyes and just stands there, listening to the strong beats of Hannibal's heart; he tries to commit the sound to memory as he will not be hearing it again. He loved to listen to those long, steady beats; it made him feel like everything was going to be okay, even if he knew the exact opposite was true.

Hannibal embraces Will and presses a soft kiss into Will's messy curls and rubs a hand up and down his back reassuringly. Hannibal breathes in his Will, the smell of that aftershave hitting his nostrils.

Hannibal chuckles. Will leans back. "What?"

"You're still using that aftershave?" Hannibal smiles softly.

"Well, when you so adamantly expressed your displeasure for it, why would I stop?" Will laughs weakly.

The two stand there, taking in every inch of each other, committing to memory the sight, smell, and everything else they can about the other.

Will remembers the high cheekbones, the incredible amber eyes, and the graying ash-blonde hair he loved to run his fingers through. He remembers the way Hannibal holds himself, tall and strong, so sure of himself. He remembers the way it feels to have Hannibal's hands tracing the entirety of his body, feeling every inch of his it and sending waves of pleasure throughout him. Will remembers how even though Hannibal ripped apart numerous people, he was always so kind and sweet to him, always putting Will's needs before his own.

Hannibal remembers Will's vivid blue eyes, the stubble on his cheeks and chin, and the delicate lips he adored kissing. He remembers the way Will is always fidgeting, his mind always whirring and thinking. He remembers how it feels to be on top of Will and feeling every single part of his amazing body, Will's breath on his neck. Hannibal remembers Will's cold demeanor toward just about everyone, and how to only Hannibal, he was his true self: a gentle, selfless, and loving creature.

"I don't w-want to go," Will stutters, staggering forward and grabbing Hannibal, clutching onto his sweater. Hannibal cradles Will's head to his chest, and lets him cry, one last time. "Wh-What am I going to do w-without you, Hannibal?"

Hannibal pulls Will back and looks him square in the eye. "You're going to get out of here and you're going to thrive. You're going to live your life and be happy, alright? That's all I've ever wanted for you; for you to be happy, Will."

"You've made me so happy, Hannibal," Will says, love and adoration in his eyes for the man standing before him. "I didn't know I could truly be happy. Thank-you."

"I didn't know I could love someone. Thank-you for showing me that I can."

Hannibal places a hand on the back of Will's head and brings Will's face close his own. Hannibal looks into those beautiful eyes he adores so much and gently presses his lips to Will's, breathing in his love. He wraps a hand behind Will's waist and brings him as close as he possibly can, fingers intertwining themselves in Will's hair.

Will can feel Hannibal's heart racing through his sweater and he feels the man shaking. He rests his hands on the sides of Hannibal's face and rubs his thumbs over those incredible cheekbones. He cherishes the feel of Hannibal's soft lips on his own, and the sweet taste of them.

Hannibal breaks the kiss and Will still struggles to close the distance between them. Hannibal knows that Will has to leave. "Will, you must go. Jack is probably already here." He grabs the bag he had furiously packed before and shoves it into Will's hand. "Please."

Will nods. He stands on his toes and places a sweet gentle kiss to Hannibal's forehead and grabs the man's hand, squeezing tightly. "I'll think of you every single day and every single night. I won't forget you. For as long as I live, I won't forget you, Hannibal."

Hannibal nods, squeezing back. "Nor I you, dear Will."

Will gives Hannibal one last, sweet kiss and one last embrace, before he starts to head to head for the bathroom. He turns back once more and gets one last look at his love; Hannibal stands by the bed, eyes filled with a bittersweet happiness and a smile upon his face. Will would always remember that.

Will leaves.

When he sees Will disappear into the bathroom and he loses the sight of his love, Hannibal exhales. He runs his fingers through his hair and walks back out into the living room. He sits down on the couch and thinks of what he wants to do with the last moments of his freedom. He picks up a pad of paper he'd previously been using to drawing a portrait of Will on. He sketches the piercing eyes of Will, the eyes he loved staring into.

He'll miss those. He'll miss Will.

Hannibal hears yelling from outside his door. "FBI! Open up! Hannibal, Will, we know you're in there!"

"Congratulations, Jack!" Hannibal calls out.

Hannibal puts down his pad and stands, waiting for Jack to break in. He stands in the living room of Will's and his apartment. It was theirs. Hannibal agrees with Will; he loves that word.

The door bursts open and Jack falls into to the apartment, Agent Michelle Webber close behind. Jack rises and sees Hannibal standing in the living room, not putting up a fight or resisting; Hannibal does nothing.

"Hello, Jack," Hannibal says calmly, hands clasped tightly behind his back.

"Hello, Dr. Lecter," Jack replies, eyes narrowed and fists clenched tight. "Is this going to go easily or not?"

"I won't resist," Hannibal informs Jack.

"That's good to hear," Jack nods. "Where's Will?"

"That's a good question; I'm not sure," Hannibal lies. "He went out yesterday and never came back. I'm quite worried about him."

Jack rolls his eyes. "I don't believe you. Where is he?"

"He's not here, Jack," Hannibal insists. "I don't where he is, really."

"Webber, go search the apartment," Jack instructs. "Find him."

"You won't," Hannibal says, shaking his head.

Before Webber can even start to search the apartment, footsteps echo down the hallway. Hannibal turns and his heart falls straight into his stomach.

Will stands before them, packed duffel bag still in his hand. He drops the bag.

Hannibal looks at Will with despair and disappointment in his eyes. He closes his eyes and shakes his head, disbelief clear on his face at the sight before him.

Hannibal thought that at least one of them would live a good and happy life, and he was glad that it would be Will.

His eyes well up with tears; not fake tears like the ones he had conjured up while speaking of Abigail with Bedelia, but real, true tears. Hannibal's heart breaks at the sight of Will before him; he knows what will inevitably happen now.

"Why didn't you leave?" Hannibal asks, his voice breaking.

Will walks over to Hannibal, puts a gentle hand on Hannibal's arm, and intertwines their fingers together, squeezing tightly.

"I couldn't leave without you."