"Agent Will Graham Returns"

My dear readers; today I bring you news of the infamous Agent Will Graham returning to the field.

Two years ago, I brought you the news of Agent Graham retiring from actively stalling the killers plaguing the good people of America.

The formal and official reason for his leaving was illness. It was stated in official documents that Agent Will Graham had developed

a case of..."

*NOT LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT*

Will scoffed. "Freddie's always been obsessed with me. You know that."

Jack frowned. "Will, it's not her typical crap that I'm concerned about. It's the part where she states that you have two psychists."

Will was frowning now too. He leaned forward in his seat, scrubbing his hands over his face. "Freddie seems to never learn." He gave a dry, humorless laugh. "Looks like I'll be seeing her in court again."

"Will, this is serious. If you have two psychiatrists, it makes you look unstable and untrustworthy. This is going to look bad on the FBI, Will."

"Hardly. Freddie has violated medical privacy rights. Again." Will stood and grabbed his jacket off the back of the chair, shrugging it on. "Call me when you have a new case, Jack."

"WILL!" Jack shouted after him. Will hid a small grin as he exited the building, heading to his appointment with Hannibal.

*NOT LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT*

"Have you seen Freddie Lounds' latest article?" Will asked as he shrugged his coat off with Hannibal's help.

Without pause, Hannibal brushed off whatever offending material had settled onto Will's jacket before hanging it up on the coat rack. "May I assume, by your question, that our dear Ms. Lounds has written about you?"

Will chuckled. "That she has. And may I assume, by your question, that you have not yet read the offending article?"

Hannibal gave a soft chuckle. "You may assume, dear Will."

Will took his place in the chair normally reserved for therapy sessions. Hannibal made his way to his desk, picking up a leather-bound journal and fancy pen before claiming his seat across from Will, crossing one leg over the other. "Would you care to discuss the article?"

"Yes. After all, it is the main reason I came to our session tonight."

Hannibal gave a faux pout. "I had thought you came as you enjoyed my company."

Will laughed. "I have found that you are occasionally pleasant company to have; my little kitty, kitty." Will sighed, relaxed and settled into the chair. "The article really pissed Jack off. He claims that what Freddie wrote makes the FBI look really bad. Will make people view me as unstable and dangerous."

"You believe the article to not do so."

"No, I know it doesn't do any of that. No, it makes Jack look bad. People are going to question his ability to continue his job an retain his current position at the FBI when people find out just how unaware he is about agents' health statuses and treatments. As for me, well what Freddie wrote about me is all private information that is not available to the public or the government. It is all protected information that even the president couldn't read it without getting my or a high raking judge to approve a warrant."

"From your words, it would seem that Freddie has divulged your medical information."

"She has, and it is not the first time. I sued her years back when she released information about my hospitalization. The doctor who gave her the information also had to pay me for the violation and lost their medical license and can never practice any type of medicine within the United States again."

Hannibal nodded his head, a look of disgust that Hannibal couldn't quite hide on his face. "A just punishment for one so rude as to violate a patient's right to privacy." Time slipped by as Hannibal regained control of his emotions and facial muscles. He could feel a twitching just above his right eye. While it was true that he found a doctor, or a nurse - any medical professional, really - selling out patients; the idea of someone doing this to Will Graham, bothered him in a way that was completely unfamiliar to him. Instead of the dislike and usual cold he felt for those he saw as no better as pigs fit to be slaughtered; Hannibal felt what others would have termed to be raged. He wanted the doctor bleeding beneath him, screaming himself hoarse as Hannibal tore flesh away with his teeth and bare hands. He felt a need to gorge himself on the raw meat of the doctor.

"That is quite a dark look on your face there, Doctor Lecter."

Hannibal jumped as Will's voice filled the space between them. He had forgotten that the other man was there. Clearing his throat, Hannibal spoke. "It would seem the Ms. Lounds had not learned her lesson from her previous infringement upon you."

Before Will could reply, the door to Hannibal's office burst open. Jack storming in as if he owned the place. "Good that you are still here Doctor Lecter. I need to speak to you about Will Graham."

"And just what is it about me. that you need to Dr. Lecter; Jack?" Will asked calmly from where he sat.

Jack whirled around to face Will. Shock hitting him as he saw his agent sitting there for the very first time. "Will, what the fuck are you doing here?!"

Hannibal cleared his throat. "I will ask you to not speak in such a rude manner within my office Mr. Crawford. As to your question, Will is here for his scheduled therapy appointment with me. Which you have just interrupted."

Jack didn't feel an ounce of remorse for his behavior and language. As such, he offered no apology. "I would have thought you would have canceled your appointment with Lecter now that your secret is out, Will."

Hannibal looked to Will, one brow raised in query. "Secret?"

"The article that Freddy wrote about me today."

Hannibal nodded, "Ah, I see." Hannibal turned to face Jack once again. "I am sorry to say Jack, that I have not yet read the article and cannot help you in regards to it. I must also remind you that Agent Graham is my patient, as such I cannot discuss maters about him with you without his verbal and notarized written permission."

Jack's looked as if he was about to explode. "I HIRED YOU! YOU WORK FOR ME, LECTER! ME! YOU WILL TELL ME WHAT I WANT TO KNOW! NOW!"

Calmly, Hannibal walked to his desk. He picked up the receiver of the old-fashioned rotary phone. His fingers moved quickly as he dialed a three-digit number. "Hello, my name is Doctor Hannibal Lecter. I am located at xxx xxxxx Street. There is a man here by the name of Jack Crawford. He is a FBI agent whom just forced his way into my office and is now attempting to force me to reveal information about a patient of mine to him. The patient whom I was in session with me, and I are afraid for our lives.

"No, he has not presented his credentials identifying himself as a FBI agent. No, he has not provided a warrant of any kind to me or my patient. Yes, he is alone. Yes. Thank you. I will do so."

Hannibal set the receiver down on his desk, leaving the call to remain as he returned to his chair. "The police are on their way now. The emergency operator said they will be notifying the FBI of the current situation."

"You called the police on me?" Jack asked in disbelief.

"Yes."

"I AM THE FBI!"

Sirens could be heard in the distance. Jack stared at Hannibal. Hannibal stared back, unafraid. The sirens grew closer. Closer, closer, closer. Red and blue lights flashed along the front of the building. More sirens, slightly different from the first sounded in the distance, ever coming closer until they fell silent right outside the office. The three men in the office waited in silence. Jack breathed heavily, while Will hid his amusement at just how fucked Jack was. A knock sounded at the office door.

"This is FBI Director, Kate Purnell. May I come in?"

Hannibal looked at Jack, curious as to how the agent would react. Jack stilled, then burst towards the door and all but tore the door open. That was all Purnell needed to pull the trigger on her stun gun. Jack dropped to the floor, his body twitching here and there as electricity traversed his body. Purnell shook her head as the three FBI agents that had accompanied her moved to place Jack under arrest. She looked up to see Will and Hannibal sitting in their chairs, watching the scene unfolding before them. "I will send in the police officers to take your statements. Are either of you hurt and in need of emergency aid?"

"No, ma'am. Jack never touched me. Thankfully." Will replied, his voice shaky.

"Thank you for the kind offer of aid. However, I too am unharmed."

Purnell gave a brisk nod of acknowledgment then turned to follow her agents and Jack out of the office. It was not long before the promised officers came to take their statements.

It was nearing eleven at night by the time Hannibal and Will were finally able to leave. "The hour is late, Will. Would you like to spend the night at my home so as to avoid the long trip home?"

Will stretched tiredly and shook his head. "No. My dogs are waiting for me to return home, and all honesty; I would like to spend the night with them."

Hannibal nodding in understanding. "One's pack is best when one has experienced such a night as we have tonight."

Will eyed Hannibal, noting the sadness that had settled upon the other man. "Why don't you come to my place? It's not grand like your home and there's the dogs, but I think you'll like it."