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Hannibal didn't understand Will's interest in the stag statue but almost every session, Will had to rub the antlers a few times.

He wondered if Will even knew he did it. Considering everything going on in Will's life these days, probably not. Sleepwalking, losing time, signs of stress, or something worse. Far worse.

Hannibal had a great olfactory sense and what he smelled he was certain of. But a little testing wouldn't hurt. Just to make sure that he was correct and then he could work on how to manipulate the situation to his advantage.

Kailani scoffed as she read the most recent post on TattleCrime. The rag-doll of a journalist really needed someone to break her arms. She'd be of no use then.

The door of the office opened and Dr. Lecter bade Mrs. Crawford a farewell. The woman nodded and turned to leave, sending Kailani a small smile on her way out the door.

"She'll be returning at the same time, next week," Lecter informed the Polynesian.

She was quick to mark it down on the calendar. Bella Crawford, one o'clock Monday afternoon. She then made note in her personal book, meeting and departure.

Will looked frantic the next time she saw him. He didn't match - much worse than he usually did - and his hair was standing in every direction. He looked like hell.

His knee bounced as he impatiently waited for the time to go into his session. He'd already chugged the tea Kailani had made for him.

"What happened?" she finally asked, knowing that he wasn't okay so there wasn't a point of asking a rhetorical question such as that.

"I keep sleep walking. And I swear, something is behind me in my dreams and when I turn, I can't see it. I blinked and found myself on the roof."

"Angel Maker is now getting to you, or maybe it's all of these killers?" she proposed, sitting next to him on the sofa. "Are you still seeing Hobbs everywhere?"

"No… no-not really. I don't see anyone. It's now this thing that I can feel breathing on my neck but when I look, it's gone! It's frustrating."

"And you can't tell if it's a person, or an animal, or some kind of monster maybe?"

"No. I see a black form before it's suddenly gone and do you know how many things are black?"

"Not many that reach your neck easily enough to breath on it. So, person or large animal I'd guess."

Will shivered. "I don't think I'm getting enough sleep. How can I rest when my body decides to defy my mind?"

"I suggest finding some form of relief. Since you can't fish often enough, perhaps something you can do a little every day? I make afghans in my spare time."

Will scoffed, "With the way my life is, I barely have time for my dogs."

Kailani sniffed, "Then make time. Your health comes first."

Dr. Lecter called Will in then, and Kailani sighed, wishing she could do more to help.

Kailani had only met Agent Crawford twice, but he was looking like shit. Like someone had just decided to drop the weight of the world on his shoulders and he wasn't ready for whatever that weight meant.

Still, she knocked on her boss' office door for him.

It was about time for them to close but if Hannibal considered the man a friend, he'd take him in for a last minute session if that was what it was for. Unfortunately, Jack Crawford didn't look any better when he left.

She didn't ask her boss, but she did note his worry.

Hannibal glared at his iPad, wanting to just grip it and throw it against the wall.

Abel was easy to manipulate into thinking he was the Ripper, but he was not and Freddie Lounds confirming it had only made it worse.

Kailani, who had brought him his tea while he was reading, asked if he was okay.

No, he most certainly was not.

He made art. Gideon was not capable of such a thing.

Are you sure you should have even told me about this?

It's all on TattleCrime so it doesn't really matter.

Yeah, but still…

Look, Jack is certain Miriam is dead. But the Ripper has done horrible things before. What's to stop him from keeping parts of her around? They found one of her fingerprints and a piece of her hair. And then her arm!

So he either kept parts of her or has kept her around for an infinite source of parts then.

I think so.

Your life is fucked up.

Yeah.

At least I know why Crawford looked so down. It's gotta suck.

I feel for him.

Of course you do. But I have noticed that he may have pushed her a bit too hard and he eventually lost her. What will happen if he pushes you too hard? Will some serial killer take you away?

I'll be fine.

That doesn't reassure me. Agent Crawford's record for this shit isn't looking good for you.

I trust Jack.

Then I hope that's enough to keep you safe.

Will looked away from his phone. He understood that Kailani was wary of Jack, but Jack was a good man and he was trying his best to make the country a safer place.

His final response was swift, but he couldn't make it any more reassuring.

It will.

Kailani had been in the zone of her sit ups - the most hellish work out technique ever - when Maritza called, frantically trying to tell her something.

"Marza, talk slower, I can't understand Spanish when you're talking too fast!"

Said friend took a deep breath and repeated what she said, and Kailani felt her stomach drop and her heart pound.

Shit.

After taking a quick shower, she pulled out the phone and called Will while she walked over to Dr. Lecter's.

"Hello?" he answered.

"Hey, I have to tell you something important. Promise you won't lose your shit?"

"Um… hold on a moment."

She rang the doorbell while waiting for Will to do whatever he needed to do.

The door opened, revealing the very man she had been talking to.

He looked shocked.

She was busy looking at the driveway, where his car most certainly was not parked.

"Dr. Lecter invited me to dinner," explained Will. "He'll take me back to the office when it's finished. What's wrong?"

"The world. But since you're both together, I can tell you at the same time."

She didn't even make one innuendo over the fact that he and Hannibal were alone together, she simply led the way to the dining room and cut through to the kitchen, where Dr. Lecter was still cooking.

He looked confused at her arrival, but offered her a greeting anyway.

"Okay, I have to tell you that my friend Maritza called with some bad news. My ex-girlfriend, Yvonne McBride, the Louisville Slasher, has been released from prison."

Will looked confused but Hannibal seemed interested.

"Who?" Will asked.

The Polynesian sighed. "A little over five years ago, I dated a woman with Dissociative Identity Disorder. She was nice, I liked her a lot. But she would do things and swear she had no control over them. She'd been finally diagnosed and we were able to rest easy. Until my ex-boyfriend was found with a huge gash from right shoulder to left hip. He'd died. Then my parents had been murdered in the same way, two weeks apart from each other, and my only friend at the time was found a few days later.

I had been worrying about Yvonne, until she had said something that I knew wasn't her, but her other half, Venus. Venus was obsessive and believed that I had to be hers and only hers. And it was after we'd gone to a movie, that Venus had taken over and startled rambling about slashing anyone who dared to come near me or tried to take me from her.

We got into a fight and Venus threatened to hurt herself if I left her. Venus is just sharing a body with Yvonne, so it would have been Yvonne that suffered. I ended up suffocating her until she was unconscious, then calling the cops. She was supposed to have ten years due to an insanity plea, but they just let her out on parole because of 'good behavior' so I thought you both should know as I spend time with both of you and she is the jealous, controlling type."

Will whistled, "Serial killer ex. You don't do anything by halves, do you?"

"No."

"I am grateful that you worry for our safety," said Hannibal. "Perhaps you'd like to join us for dinner to calm your nerves?"

Kailani's entire mood changed. "No, that's okay. I wouldn't want to upset the bonding process."

They were getting together for dinner without her manipulations! This was perf!

All she had to worry about now was her ex.

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