AN: Sorry for the wait. Some have been saying this wasn't what they expected. Hopefully that's a good thing haha and that you still enjoy this chapter.

While Will waited for a murder to happen, he was put into one of the cells at the local jail, the metal bars all around him. It was lonely, not being able to talk to Hannibal or Abigail, but occasionally he could get something out of one of the guards. They were frightened of Will though. He could tell.

When a murder finally occurred, he was strapped down again. However, once he was at the crime scene, Will was surprised he was taken off the contraption. He was still in a straight jacket with the mask across his face but at least he could stand on the ground on his own two feet.

He walked into the building, guns trained on him and Jack in front. Will imagined stepping forward and cutting Jack's throat. But he was restrained and he would've been shot before he could even get a knife to Jack's neck.

Inside the building, a house, Will saw Beverly, Jimmy, and Bruce waiting with their tools and equipment. They must have known he was coming but their faces still seemed shocked upon seeing him. They had seen Will once during the trial but never after that.

He nodded towards them but didn't speak. Despite everything Will didn't want to scare them.

Jack glanced at Will and then said, "You'll have thirty minutes, no more no less. You won't be alone there'll be guards with you at all times."

"You know, you use to say I could wait, that I didn't have to say anything until I was ready," commented Will.

"Yeah, well that was before you decided that murdering for pleasure was okay," Jack growled back as he walked out of the room.

Will looked at the guards standing around him. He didn't recognize any of them. Looking back at the crime scene in front of him, he carefully stepped forward, knowing full well that if he moved to quickly they might shoot.

The man was in the same position as the others. Most wounds were postmortem and his left ring finger was cut off. The slight foam around his lips told Will he was most indefinitely poisoned.

It had been a while since he'd done this but he hadn't lost the feel for it at all. Will actually enjoyed immersing himself into this killer's mind more so than usual, simply because it had been so long.

When he opened his eyes again, the guards were gone and the man on the floor was up and moving back. Will walked back through each door until he was outside the house. Taking another deep breath, he moved towards the house.

Will rang the doorbell and waited for the man to answer it.

"I am polite. I say something about being a sells person or other. The victim invites me in, unknowing that I will be the last person he sees."

The man offered the killer a drink, Will accepted. The man also got a drink for himself. When he wasn't looking, Will slipped poison into the man's drink. The poison was slow enough so that he realized what was happening but quick enough so he couldn't do anything about it.

Will looked down at the man his hands tightening. With a sudden ferocity, he began to hit the dead body. He was enraged. He felt hurt and betrayal and hatred for this man that he had never seen before.

"After getting my anger out, I cut off his finger to keep as a trophy. I clean up after myself as best I can. I do a better job than the last house. This is my design."

When he came back to himself, Will had to take a deep breath. The murder was still fresh on his mind and he was slightly sad that he hadn't committed it himself. Will turned to one of the guards.

"Get Jack for me." When the guard hesitated, Will sighed and said, "Now, would you rather get him or should I walk out there and get him myself?"

The guard quickly shook his head and went out of the room. Jack came a few seconds later. "What is it Will?" he asked.

"Well, Hannibal was right. It is a crime of passion more than anything. She didn't know the man either. She probably got in here pretending to be from some magazine or sales person."

"Is this like the Hobbs case though? There's one golden ticket amongst all of them?" asked Jack.

"No. The point with these men is not that they were ones that denied her heart supposedly or her hand in marriage. The point is that no one has ever loved her. She feels like she should be loved but she isn't so she is taking it out on these people. She takes the left ring finger as a trophy so that even in death only she can possess it."

Jack nodded. "What kind of person are we looking for? Is she ugly? Large?"

"Not necessarily. The extent of the wounds shows force so she is probably a body builder of some sort. She may not be ugly but she certainly won't be extremely pretty. It's very likely she has a sibling that is better looking than her too. It could've helped in spurring her into actions. She most likely lives in the area."

"Anything else Will?"

"Not really," replied Will. "I'd get this information to Clarice by the way. She's a smart girl. You really are lucky to have her."

Will meant what he said but he also spoke those words because he could see the disgust in Jack's eyes, talking about his trainee. Jack didn't take the bait though and gave a small nod. "Alright. You'll stay here in case there's another murder before we catch her. Once it's over, you, Dr. Lecter, and Ms. Hobbs will be taken to another hospital as the agreement said."

"Thank you Jack," said Will. The guards began to move him back. He'd be put into that contraption again and then taken back to his cell. Before he could go though Will added, "It's lovely working with you again Jack. It really is."

The anger and distaste in Jack's eyes made Will smile.

Once he was back at the jail cell, it gave Will some time once more to think. He'd lately been wondering about why Hannibal would help Clarice. He knew that the young woman interested Hannibal but there was defiantly more to it than that. He'd even admitted to it. Hannibal only hadn't explained himself.

Sitting in the cell, Will located all of the security cameras. There were doors on either end of the hallway leading to different areas of the prison. A guard periodically walked by every few minutes or so. He'd stand at one end for a while and then walk to the other and stand some more. It seemed extremely boring to Will.

There were other prisoners in the hallway but Will had ceased talking to them. None of them interested him in the slightest and none of them even had an interesting story to tell either. They were all quite lowly in their intelligence and the design of their crimes.

Will had occasionally thought about escaping but it would be quite difficult. The doors on either end were locked. He knew this because he could hear the keys rattling every time someone came into the hallway.

Escaping. Will said the word in his head again, loving the idea. It would be so wonderful if he could get out. Even though it would be difficult it would still probably be easier than trying to escape the hospital. It was at that moment it hit Will.

Of course. Hannibal wanted him to escape. That would be perfect. He could get away and then go to get Hannibal and Abigail. Breaking them out of the hospital wouldn't be to difficult.

This realization caused Will to start thinking about escaping all the more. Then the perfect day seemed to arrive. On one end, to the right, Will could hear the door opening. Just as it was opening the guard was walking by his cell.

With rapid movements, Will reached out and grabbed the guard. He pulled him towards him so quickly that his head hit the metal bars and he became easily dazed but not knocked out. Will reached for the man's keys, taking hold of him as he heard the man on the far end that had opened the door yell stop.

Will didn't though and used the keys to open the door as a shot was fired. It was a warning shot, making it clear that in advance it had been decided that Will couldn't be killed. However, giving a warning shot was a mistake as Will kicked the other guard's face in, took his gun, and fired at the other officer on the other end. He didn't kill him, but the shot did take him down.

Will ran towards the ajar door and shot another officer on the other side. The inmates either yelled at him to let him out or cheered Will on. He just wanted them to shut up.

He moved through the next hallway and used the keys to open the door. Almost immediately after the door was opened Will was shot in the arm.

The wound wasn't fateful and though it hurt he quickly responded, shooting this man. This one he killed. Will had wished to leave the prison without any loss of lives but he knew he wouldn't cry over one more body on his soul. It appeared that they weren't worried about hurting him anymore either. They just wanted him locked up or in box six feet under.

The next room was almost like an office of sorts were processing was probably done for the prisoners. There were windows here and they were on the first floor.

Will made a break for it.

He shot several more people, was shot in the leg, and grabbed another gun from someone else before he jumped through the open window. Will was not lucky in the fact that it was night and he was not hidden by darkness. He ran nonetheless and made it to where the fence was.

Even with the bullet wounds, he was able to climb over. There weren't any FBI agents at the prison and Will was grateful for that. He'd probably already be dead or at least captured. However, these local cops obviously had never had anyone break out and were not prepared.

Will was already on the street by the time that anyone at the station even thought about calling Jack Crawford.