"Hannibal Lector, how may I assist you?" Hannibal spoke coolly, Will stifling his laughter as he holstered his weapon and responded.
"Doc." Will muttered under his breath in the best Patrick Rishe imitation he could, glancing briefly at the man still grasping his neck and gasping in deep breaths on his knees.
An incredibly uncharacteristic sigh was heard on the other end, Will almost thinking another person was there before the doctor continued.
"Ahh. Detective Rishe, how may I ask did you get my number." The doctor demanded politely, and Will was gratified to know the tone wasn't directed only towards him.
"Will." He offered, having no real other alternative though the pause on the other end of the line had the empath feeling as though he had said something wrong.
"Hm. And how is Will if I may ask." The other spoke politely but sharply.
With his mind racing and coming up short Will said simply, "Busy..." the joke becoming less and less funny the longer it went on.
At the long pause Will could read the others annoyance and decided to end the butcher of a joke before the man became angry at him too. "Hey, hey Hannibal, its me. I was just kidding, it seemed funnier in my head though... Sorry."
The line remained silent and Will had almost thought the man had hung up before the doctor was heard again.
"Will." The man spoke, almost chiding him before he laughed lightly at the empaths apology "Where are you calling from?"
"Well actually detective Rishe's phone... Mine was SHOT!" Will yelled the last word to the man who had actually destroyed the device, hugging the mans phone to his chest to save the doctors ears.
"Shot." Hannibal asked, the command slightly muffled by his coat.
"Yeah, but don't worry cause 'he's a good shot'. Jackass." Will murmured into the receiver.
"Indeed." The doctor agreed, shocking Will into a smile.
"Anyways I'm heading to the academy, whenever you're free can you meet me there? Obviously I won't have a phone so..." The empath trailed off.
"Of course Will. I look forward to seeing you, however, I had not expected you to be done so soon."
"Jack." Will said simply, the doctor humming in understanding. "Whenever you're done then, I'll see you there?"
"You shall," Hannibal spoke warmly, "soon. I will need about an hour to finish though."
"Ok I'll be waiting. Bye." Will hung up the phone to cut off whatever embarrassing thing the doctor might have said, tossing it to the man who had just climbed to his feet, glaring at the grinning empath. "Now I'll get in the car."
The detective swung the door open harshly, Will stepping into it before adding, "Thank you Patrick."
But the detective simply snarled and slammed the door shut, walking around the vehicle and climbing in to drive. Half way to the academy, back on smooth highways, the officer turned to glance at him.
"What?" Will asked after the second flicking of eyes occurred, feeling them on him even with his own gaze lowered.
"Nothing." The man turned back to the road, glancing over for a third time not a minute later.
"What." The empath ground out.
"Nothing, just you and your therapist seem cozy." He muttered under his breath. "Driving you around an' all."
"Are we cozy?" Will asked mockingly at that and gestured at their own situation, the man smirking at him before responding.
"Two peas."
"Well I live in bum-fuck nowhere so I'm not paying a cab to bring me an hour out of the city." The empath spoke, adding "And he's not my therapist."
"Oh. Well I did drive you to his office, seemed like your therapist." The blonde quipped, fist raising to hold his cheek up as he came to stop in the heat of traffic.
"He's not." Will remained adamant.
"Then what is he?" The detective asked after a brief pause.
"He's..." Will thought on it, having no other description to offer but, "my friend."
Will felt unsatisfied with the answer, the detective as well if the snort was anything to go by.
"What." The empath demanded.
The officers hand on the wheel shifted nervously at the serious tenor but muttered out, "Nothing."
So Will leaned back in his seat and, with a sigh, attempted to relax until the blonde spoke yet again.
"You know that was pretty incredible, but are you ok?"
The brunette sat up at that, closely scrutinizing the other to make certain he was not being mocked before responding. "...Yeah, I'm fine."
"You sure?"
"Just drive." Will mumbled, closing his eyes.
Will looked around the cavern as slowly as possible. He shut his eyes and listened but there was no sound or sight of either creature, while he remained seated where he had previously been. If he looked closely enough, Will could see the indents from where the Stag's antlers had pierced into the rock and dirt and almost into him. Shuddering at the memory, the empath considered not moving at all but his legs were beginning to fall asleep and it would be an obviously stupid move to not at least try. Will leaned forward, placing his palms upon the floor and pushing up into a stance as silently as he could, grateful for the first time he had begun hallucinating that he wasn't wearing any shoes as he tiptoed to the entrance.
Once he was back far enough into the fields Will ran happily through the bloody grass and directly to his house. He had even begun to slightly, ever so slightly, miss the screams of victims reminding him of his purpose, a call to not allow their numbers to grow that Will listened to intently. The empath paused along the edge of his house, feeling far safer in the open expanse until he saw a flash of something. Will turned, fully expecting to see the Stag but instead, in his usual fashion, stood Hobbs.
"See." The man repeated.
"I don't know what you want me to see." Will called back, feeling that nauseating feeling return with the site of the ghost.
"SEE!" Hobbs cried out, the empath backing away in terror before realizing Hobbs wasn't looking at him anymore, and the cry was one of panic not anger.
Will saw a flash of something bright fly at him out of the corner of his eye, the thing pouncing before he could even turn his head to look as a familiar yet untraceable snickering drifted off in the background.
He was shaken awake to find himself in the FBI academy parking lot, sitting up with a gasp and almost thinking he had lost time once more before he noticed the detective, relaxed back in his own seat.
"Hey, are you sure your fine?" The detective asked lightly, an unfamiliar concern lacing his voice.
"Ask me one more time." Will threatened with a side-long glare.
The man grinned at him, looking over the dashboard as he heeded the threat. "Thought you could use the rest. Also you didnt wake up the first time and I needed some sleep too."
"Oh... Thanks." Will yawned, tapping his thighs lightly before thinking of something else to say. "So, how do you know Jack?"
"Hm?" The detective snapped his gaze back to Will so fast he figured the man would have whiplash.
"Crawford said that the local cops were here because of the politician, but you were at the last one too. He wouldn't just send the same random detective to drive me around twice." He added.
The detective sighed deeply before he looked out the window, "He knew my dad..." he said simply, though it was clear there was more to the story.
Will became nervous as well, checking his watch again before actually seeing the time, jumping up, and fiddling with the door handle. "Ok well I gotta go, thanks though."
"Umm, ok?" The detective reached over the empath to pull up the door lock.
"Oh, thanks. See you, Patrick." The empath spoke, running off towards the entrance with a short wave.
The blonde lifted a hand in response, raising a brow at the man before rolling his eyes and starting back up the vehicle.
Will dashed through the entryway, usually packed with potential agents-to-be but on this day completely empty, the thumping of his feet over the concrete being the only sound that echoed through the open halls. He ran down past his office, checking it quickly before heading towards his classroom and slamming open the doors with the last burst of energy he had before falling into one of the chairs, gasping for air.
What seemed like less then a second and at the same time over an hour, but was really only about a minute, a figure came to stand over him. Will didn't have to look up to know it was the doctor, the fancy shiny shoes enough of a sign. A hand came to lift his chin and Will went slack in the grip, connecting his gaze with the other mans.
Before he had the chance to speak the empath panted out, "Sorry."
Hannibal simply smiled at him, lowering but not kneeling on the floor to come eye level with the empath. "It was no trouble Will," the doctor leaned in to kiss the mans forehead lightly, "I am glad to see you."
"Miss me already?" Will asked in broken heaps of air, laughing lightly at the attempt before his chin was pulled in closer.
"Yes." Hannibal spoke, connecting their lips as he did so in a chaste but meaningful kiss, rising back up and offering a gentlemanly arm out. "Shall we?"
Will gnawed at the inside of his cheek but smirked at the other's half-joking, half not, gesture. He pulled himself back up instead, trying to ignore the heavy feeling of hiding information from the doctor as he moved to the door and opened it for the other male before walking out after him, subtly pulling down the cuff of his sweater.