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Kailani and Will were sitting in Jack Crawford's office alongside Hannibal and Alana.

Jack had finally found Miriam Lass.

As a way to try to find who the Chesapeake Ripper was, Hannibal and Will would be put in a conference room where Miriam would be watching to see if either was the Ripper. Considering Will's past troubles and his claims against Hannibal, no one could blame Jack for being sure.

Kailani had been at Will's house for a weekly get together and had dragged her friend Maritza along for the ride. Maritza had to go home when both were called into Quantico.

Will and Hannibal conversed on small things. Godiva and pleasantries, knowing neither could have a real conversation when others were around. The topics of their discussions were certainly not something normal folk would like to hear.

Both were relieved moments later and Beverly caught them and Kailani at the entrance of the building, explaining that Abel Gideon had gone missing after he'd been rushed to the hospital for an injury that would make it difficult to move.

Jack was tying up all loose ends.

Will had to wonder how Hannibal had worked Miriam over that she couldn't place him by sight. No doubt drugs were involved.

Once alone in the parking lot, Kailani turned to both of them and sighed. She then looked Hannibal dead in the eye and asked, "You are one sadistic fucker, aren't you?"

Hannibal was polite and simply smiled at her, while Will tried his hardest not to snort.

Instead, he asked, "Are you going back home now?"

The young woman shook her head. "I… want to go and see Yvonne."

Will was immediately concerned. "Are you sure you should be around her?"

He got a cynical brow to quirk as Kailani sent a meaningful glance in Hannibal's direction. Will backed off instantly, because she had a point.

She then smirked and looked at her watch before pulling out her small booklet and marking down the time. "Think you can take him home, boss? We used my vehicle to get here."

Hannibal beamed, "Of course."

They bade her a farewell and Will followed Hannibal to his car, noting that Kailani had taken a picture of them with her mobile. She'd call it evidence should anything happen to him. But Will knew that Hannibal did not plan on eating him and killing would only come if something terrible happened.

Hannibal could have killed him several times and instead, had him incarcerated, which showed the level of admiration he had for Will, that he didn't want to get rid of him.

"Would you like to join me for dinner?" Hannibal asked once they were in his car.

"Sure," he murmured, feeling no care whatsoever for Hannibal's dietary choice now. The man proved himself during their last meal and Will had made his decision.

The dogs could hold up for a while.

Kailani looked up as Jack crawford and a young woman she assumed to be Miriam Lass, entered the waiting room.

She looked like shit.

Miriam blinked at her and asked, "You weren't here, the last time I was… here, were you?"

"No. I've been here for a little over a year. Sorry."

Dr. Lecter had to be the best fucking actor Kailani had ever seen. But Kailani had noticed that Jack Crawford didn't seem all too convinced. Both men dealt with multiple types of behaviors on a constant basis so being able to play the cards and hold their faces together was a skill they shared. But Hannibal was much better at it.

Miriam was escorted from the office about an hour later, looking shocked and haggard.

Kailani waited until they were driving down the street, before asking, "Do you take your job seriously at all, or are you just doing this to fuck with people?"

Hannibal did not answer right away, he was busy sketching and she could at least respect that when in the middle of art, others have to wait.

It was five minutes before she got an answer and it wasn't very telling.

"I do what I do, to bring out the best in people."

"So it means what you think is best in them, but what others are horrified by," she clarified.

Hannibal smiled, "Indubitably. The world would be so much better if people could just learn to accept their darker leanings."

"Some people do," said Kailani. "A lot of them are rapists and pedophiles. Some darknesses should never be accepted, Dr. Lecter. I hope you understand that. If not, I will use that bat to make you see sense."

She left him alone then, not wanting to deal with him more than usual for the rest of the evening.

When Will stepped onto his porch when an unknown vehicle was driving down his driveway, he wasn't expecting to be face to face with Chilton of all people.

And not just that, but the man was covered in blood and he looked like shit. But the blood was too fake. Not in the sense that it wasn't blood, but that the splatter was faked.

"May I… use your... shower?" the man asked, having to swallow down bile most likely. He looked ready to pass out.

Will waved a hand toward the house and Chilton rushed inside, shaking worse than a leaf.

Cracking out his cell, Will took a picture of the man's car and sent it to Beverly with a small message.

Chilton is all bloody and nervous. Any reason why?

She contacted him almost immediately.

Is he at your house?

Yes.

Keep him there, Will! We found bodies in his house and too much proof that points him as the Chesapeake Ripper! We're coming!

So Hannibal had finally acted, huh?

And Chilton was going to take the fall.

Will snorted. Of course Hannibal wasn't done. He'd warned Chilton that Hannibal would come for him some day, but the man had felt himself too unnoticeable to have anything to do with.

Not anymore.

Hurry then.

By the time he got inside, the man was already cleansing himself, so Will took up a screwdriver and went back into the snow, whistling for the dogs as he did so. He stabbed the front left tire and stashed the tool in his pocket while calling all the dogs to him and leading them into the house.

A small squeak had him turning and realizing that poor Godiva had gotten stuck in a snow drift. With a light chuckle, he extricated the pup from her prison and took her inside where he'd warm her up.

Will talked to the man as he changed, trying to convince him that running would do him no good at all. He wouldn't listen and so Will let him do as he pleased.

Chilton was loading his trunk, when three large, black SUVs bearing the FBI's insignia pulled into the driveway. The man squawked and got in the car, only to realize that it wasn't going anywhere with a destroyed tire. Cursing, he ran for it.

That was his mistake.

Will greeted Kailani when he entered the office that evening, five minutes before seven thirty.

"Am I scheduling you for the following Fridays as well?" she asked, not looking surprised in the least.

"Yes, please?"

"And you're sure he'll accept you as his client again?"

"Completely."

"Well, good luck," she said, gesturing toward the door and placing her elbows on the desk she worked at, looking interested. Probably waiting to see Hannibal's reaction.

Will knocked at precisely seven thirty and there was a few seconds of silence, before the door opened and Hannibal Lecter was blinking at him, looking staggered.

"I'd like to resume my therapy, Dr. Lecter."

Hannibal blinked once more, "Are you going to try to kill me again?"

Will laughed, "If I was, I wouldn't tell you so openly. And certainly not now when I've finally found you interesting."

"Can you two quit flirting out here and just going inside the office to do it?" Kailani interrupted, playfully glaring at them.

Hannibal nodded graciously and stepped aside, letting Will in and closing the door behind him.

If letting Chilton take the credit for the Ripper murders wasn't satisfying enough, Will had finally returned to their old routine! Hannibal could finally see if all of his hard work paid off. Almost a year of influencing Will Graham and he could finally see the fruits of his labors.

Will wore a devilish smirk. He'd gotten his hair trimmed, removing the shoulder length curls he'd grown while in the Baltimore State Hospital. Only one little curl hung over his forehead and he was looking better, compared to the last time he'd been in Hannibal's office.

Hannibal was sure his face would split apart much like Sutcliffe's did, all because he was grinning.

It was time to test the butterfly.

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