Will Graham has a session with Dr. Lecter, but he's not completely focused. This annoys Hannibal, but what he really wants to know the most is- why was Will distracted in the first place? Short crack-fic, bit of Hannigram, but can be seen as just friendship. Was written for a friend on tumblr, where it is also posted. I do not own Hannibal.

Hannibal takes care of Will's dogs while he was in prison and looks back on the arrest. Oneshot. Based on the season finale promo.

"I am afraid" he finally said, his voice cracking, a big lump in his throat. His eyes moved to the side, avoiding to meet his psychiatrist's. A second later, he found himself slammed against the ladder, a hand gripping his throat, making it hard for him to breathe. (Starts where 'Sweet and feverish' left off, but can also stand on its own)

"It's 3:17 a.m. My name is Will Graham. I'm in Baltimore, Maryland. Are you happy?"

It's just so anti-climactic, especially given all of Hannibal's careful planning, that the game should end with Will shooting him in a PCP-induced frenzy.