Finally done with this chapter. Sorry for the cliffhanger, couldn't help it. I love them.

Disclaimer: I own nothing to do with the television show Hannibal

Authors note: This isn't the peak of the story, not even close though it kind of feels like it. I still have so much more fun planned for this story...and Will, so much will be going down in the next couple of chapters. Hope you enjoy it!

Thanks to my beta/friend Midnight Angel414

Weeks went by with no new development, giving everyone the hope that maybe the unsub was done with his work. They could all hope but knew it was in vain. As Will woke up on a Saturday morning, dreary as it was with the rain that had been constant for the past couple of days. He just wanted to climb back in bed and sleep some more.

That was until he had gotten a call from Crawford telling him to show up, that they found another body. Will was completely worn out. It had been weeks since him and Lecter had met as doctor and patient and boy did he need someone to talk to.

Will wished he could talk to Alana but she was away on work for the next couple of months giving lectures at different colleges. He didn't want to bother her with the fact that his nightmares had been getting increasingly worse and a headache now followed him throughout the day.

Walking out of the shower, Will made his way downstairs bypassing anything food related. With the headache he had going on it would not be wise. Instead, he opted to grab a glass of water and down a couple aspirin. Walking out to the car after setting his house alarm, he began the long drive to the crime scene. This time it was different, instead of it being in an abandoned building it was in the middle of a park strewn out across a small bridge.

When he arrived, glancing around, he saw more crime scene technicians than normal scouring the scene for anything. Probably a photo or any other type of clue. Looking towards the body, he saw Crawford standing with Katz neither looked anything but completely drained and a little pissed, but so was everyone else.

Moving forward while still looking around, he ambled toward the body trying to see if finally he would be able to get into the mindset of the killer. When he finally arrived next to Crawford, he gave up his attempt.

Looking down, he saw a Caucasian female, mid to late forties, naked as the day she was born. The same style of painting was on and around her. However, it was lacking a message. Either the killer was waiting for them to figure out the others or it was someone else.

If there was a copycat going around that would just make things for the case so much worse. Now they would have double the work. Will just hoped the killer was changing his signature which meant he would hopefully mess up sometime soon.

Standing next to the victim running his hand threw his hair, he gave a sigh, beyond tired of this case. He felt sorry for the people who were targeted at random by the killer. Each time a new victim showed up he made sure he didn't know them, which in a way made this case a lot easier.

Stepping back a bit, he turned looking at Crawford. "What have you guys found so far?"

"Nothing much really. Even though it's in the park, this place is surprisingly clean," Katz answered, checking over the body to see if there were any fibers.

Nodding, Will looked at Crawford who was looking at him with an unreadable expression on his face. Will raised an eyebrow in question. "You look tired Will. Is everything alright."

"As fine as it can be considering the circumstances." He heaved another sigh, motioning for them to walk around the scene while they talked not wanting others to overhear. "I've been having really bad headaches for a while. I'm thinking about going to see a doctor."

"Has any other symptoms of anything shown up?" Crawford turned to Will with a slightly worried look on his face. "If this case is getting to you, you can have some time off to clear your mind."

"No, nothing else." Will shook his head adding to his point but quickly stopping when he felt his head throb. "I just want this case done then I'll think about taking some time off. I've already taken a leave from teaching for a bit. I don't want the killer going after any of the students."

"That's a wise decision. Have you been able to find more information on the code or writings?" Crawford kept pace beside Will, occasionally giving a passing glance to the scene going on around them.

"No, I've looked everywhere I could think of. Maybe he just made it up and is using the victims as paper. In a way, when you think about it, everything he wrote kind of correlates to the scene they are in. That's what confuses me about this one. There was nothing written. It's in a different place and we have yet to find a picture." Will stopped walking, they were a good distance away from the crime scene. He turned around with Crawford to get a full panoramic view of everything.

"Nothing seems out of place. It's weird for there not to be any type of litter in a public park and no fingerprints on any of the railings of the bridge. Everything here is deliberate, but I still can't figure out if it's the killer or not." Will reached up and back with both hands rubbing the back of his neck trying to ease the tension that was growing.

Crawford looked from the scene back to Will. "Has anything else showed up at your place since the last time? Anymore packages?"

"No, nothing else has shown up. It's been almost too quiet but I haven't really walked my property just in case he could be out there," he said as he glanced at Crawford.

"Alright, I'll have the team take a look. I'm still surprised it was aimed at you but there was no writing on the back of it. It was clearly a threat, but for what?" Crawford shook his head, rubbing his eyes. When he stopped, the exhaustion finally showing on his face for a moment.

Will nodded his head a couple of times in agreement and understanding. "Everyone is packing up. I'll follow you to the morgue and see if we can find something as a group effort," Will said over his shoulder as he walked off toward his car.

"Don't leave until you see one of us go. Maybe he might try to follow you," Crawford yelled a bit.

"Alright." Will unlocked his car and got in, waiting for one of the team members he knew to start to leave before following them.

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The trip to the morgue had been uneventful, not even someone speeding or running a red light. The same was at the morgue as everyone gathered together to examine the body. Everything was in place, just like all the others, with the exception of writing being scrawled along the painting.

Will sat in his living room, reading as the evening light faded. The day had been both eventful and yet not. He sat, not really reading, as he thought through everything trying to piece things together. Maybe the whole case just needed to be looked at from a different view.

He decided to start looking everything over tomorrow with a fresh set of eyes. Setting the book on the side table next to the chair, he stood, making his way toward the kitchen to see what he had to throw together to make something at least edible. He would have ordered some food but he didn't want to risk anyone getting hurt especially since it was a long drive to his house.

After finishing the small meal he had made, Will called the dogs in for bedtime and re-locked his house up, making sure everything was in place. Going upstairs, he readied for bed while thinking over the day again. It had been a couple of days since him and Lecter had seen each other, he was away helping a patient who had moved and had a mental break. In a way he was glad he had some time to himself to try to clear his thoughts.

He sat down on the edge of the bed, head in his hands, as he felt a headache come on. Tomorrow was his doctor's appointment and Lecter had agreed to meet him there. Will never really liked going to hospitals, someone was always dyeing in one.

Climbing into bed the rest of the way, he reached over, turning off the bedside lamp washing the room in darkness save for the green glow of his alarm clock. As he lay in bed, his mind refused to shut down with the possibilities about the case. Closing his eyes, he tried to force himself into some type of sleep.

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Looking around, Will knew immediately he was in the room again. This time, however, the door was wide open. Frost still covered every surface he glanced at. Standing from his crouched position, he wrapped his arms around himself fighting the chill in the air breathing out smoke with every breath out. Walking slowly to the door, peeking out the door, he looked down either side of the hallway. There were no other doors and only a flickering light at the end of the right side. The left was completely dark.

Staying next to the wall, Will made his way out toward the light source, occasionally looking back to make sure nothing came up behind him. Reaching the light and taking a moment to turn around and look back, he saw the door was gone. Turning back, he continued walking. As he made his way through the twists and turns, he wished he could have some shoes. His feet were freezing and all he had on was a light t-shirt and a pair of boxer-briefs.

Not sure where he was and how long he had been walking for, he decided to stop and sit down for a moment to catch his breath and warm up. As he sat curled in on himself, he looked up glancing either way down the hallway. He wasn't sure that he had in fact heard something. Standing up again, he held his breath praying there would be a sound coming from somewhere, anywhere really.

Hearing it again, slightly duller, he turned to his left and started walking. He made it through two more turns and came to freezer curtains blocking his path. When he walked up and touched them, he withdrew his hand as though he had been bit from the coldness coming from them.

Will reached out again, trying to part the curtains and get through, but they seemed to be frozen together. Turning slightly, he rammed his elbow into them hearing a crack to the frost from the force of the blow. He continued until he was able to pull them apart and make his way through, just barely.

On the other side, it was completely different from where he had just been. Instead of the cold there was steam everywhere, coming from pipes that passed along the walls. It looked like he was in the underbelly of some factory. As he stood there looking around at where he was, he noticed he heard the noise clearer than before. Starting to walk forward, still sticking close to the wall, at least this time he didn't have to worry about keeping warm but the grate on the floor was hell on his feet.

Seeing a set of stairs leading to a lower level, Will made his way over, taking them one at a time while looking around. There really wasn't a lot of light, just an orange glow cast in random places. Shadows far exceeded anything. Giant pipes ran from floor to ceiling and smoke permeated the air making, him sweat with the heat it carried.

Hearing the sound start up again, he headed in the direction it came from as he was….

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Hearing the sound of glass shattering, Will shot out of bed running towards his door and locking it. He felt bad for the dogs but together they could protect themselves. The sound of footsteps neared the stairs as Will ran over to his nightstand grabbing his gun and phone before jumping over his bed to the other side.

The footsteps started up the stairs stopping at the top. Will could hear the person as they started walking again. He stopped for a moment, thinking why hadn't any of the dogs barked. They would have alerted had someone came in the house that they didn't know. Whoever it was must have drugged them. He didn't want to think that they could possibly be dead. If he could get this person out of his house he could go check on them.

Standing up from his hunched position behind the side of his bed, Will aimed his gun at the door as he heard the sound of footsteps stop. "Whoever you are, I'm giving you one minute to get out of my house. I have a gun aimed at the door and I will not hesitate to shoot. The police are on their way!" he shouted, afterwards he waited to see if he heard any movement.

As he strained to hear his brow creased, did that person just chuckle? What the hell was up with this person? Bringing him out of his thoughts was the sound of knocking on his door. "Did you just hear me? The police are on their way."

"I highly doubt that. How can you call when you're holding a gun with both hands…that is how you shoot isn't it Will?" asked the voice on the other side of the door.

Eyes widening, Will had no come back. Hurriedly holding his gun in one hand, he picked up his phone from where he had set it on the bed and dialed Crawford. "Ah, now you must be calling someone Will. Don't worry, I'm not going to hurt you this time. I just wanted to prove a point."

As he was talking to Crawford, he went silent as he heard footsteps leading away from his door. Crawford told him he and others were on their way to check the place over and to stay right where he was even if he thought the person was gone. Will managed to add in that he needed to bring a vet in case something was wrong with his dogs.

Phew, I'm done… with this chapter at least. My plot bunny was fighting me and not sure what way she wanted to go. Finally had to knock it out.

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