Will groaned as he rolled over, leaving the warmth of his lover's arms. Somewhere close by, his phone was ringing with persisting annoyance. Scrubbing his hands over his face, Will sat up and tried to blink the sleep from his eyes. A light emitted from the bedside table as his phone once again rang out into the otherwise silent room. Pinking it up, he squinted at the screen; six am. "Fuck." The phone rang again, Beverly Kats' name and smiling face glared up at him. With a sigh, he answered. "Graham."
"And good morning to you too, sunshine."
"Bev, it's six in the morning."
"Booooo." She blew a raspberry at him. "You're just a grumpy puss."
"Not everyone is an early bird, Bev. Now, is there a reason you're calling me this damn early in the morning, or did you just miss me?"
"Miss you? Me? Never." Bev chuckled while Will simply smiled, still too tired to so much else. "Yeah, in all seriousness, there is a reason that I called you. You aren't going to like it."
"There is very little I do like. Is it Freddy again?"
"Yup, and she's worse than ever before. However, she isn't digging her grave alone. The director of the BSHCI decided to dig his own right next to hers."
"Chilton?"
"Yeah, that's the name."
Will groaned, closing his eyes and pinching the bridge of his nose. "What did they do?"
"Oh no, you aren't tricking me into telling you. You have to read Freddie's latest article if you want to know anything. I already sent a link to your phone. Have fun reading!" With that, the were-rabbit hung up.
*BOOPED YOUR NOSE*
With a curse, Will threw his phone onto the bed, nearly hitting Hannible in the face. The older man lay on his side, head propped on one hand. With Will's outburst, one of his brows rose in question. Will paced the bedroom from one wall to the other. Hannible watched with mild amusement that he failed - didn't bother to even try - to hide. "Something wrong my dear Will."
Will pulled at his hair before spinning on his heal to point at the phone on the bed. "Read the article that bitch wrote."
"Will, language please."
Will frowned. "Just read it, please." Will let out a sigh.
Hannible picked the phone and held it up so Will could see the lock screen. Will frowned. "As if you don't know the code to unlock it already." Hannible just grinned like a cat who caught the blue jay and unlock Will's phone. "Bastard." Will whispered beneath his breath. Hannible looked up at Will, still smiling, unbothered by the name calling. Will climbed back into the bed and snuggled up to Hannible as the older man read. Hannible wrapped one arm around Will, his hand cupping the back of the younger man's head, his fingers playing with the messy tangle of Will's curls.
Will felt Hannible's body tense and he looked up to see a seething rage sitting in Hannible's eyes. As Will watched, Hannible regained control over his body and that dark look disappeared from his eyes as if it were never there to begin with. Hannible turned the phone off and handed it back to Will, who just set it on the table again before turning to snuggle back into Hannible's very warm body.
"I can understand your upset now. Fredrick has made a grave error in judgment by telling Ms. Lounds that he has captured The Chesapeake Ripper. It is genuinely concerning that he has not approached the FBI with his findings, let alone, let you know that he had thought he had the uncaught killer to begin with. Not to mention that he has violated Dr. Gideon's privacy and doctor - patient confidentiality." Hannible shook his head. "I can only imagine that he is deeply in the wrong and has more than likely has falsified the story."
"Chilton is not above using unconventional, or rather, illegal means."
"You have met Fredrick, I take it then, dear Will?"
Will shuddered. "Yes. Fucking bastard tried his damnedest to get me locked up in the BSHCI when I was sick. He told everyone who would listen that I was crazy and a danger to myself and others. Even went as far as to deny my illness after being diagnosed and hospitalized. He and Freddy had a good chat about me. He was the reasons Freddie has such a hate boner for me. She believes anything and everything that man says about me. Or just near everything."
"I have had the misfortune of making Fredrick's acquaintance on more than one occasion, I'm afraid. He has made the impression of someone suffering from narcissism."
"Chilton has a deep seeded belief that he is better than he actually is. He failed at being a surgeon you know." Hannible nodded in acknowledgment. "He wasn't able to start his own private practice a psychologist and he cost the places he worked many of their patients. It is a wonder how he ended up as the director of the BSHCI. Blackmail, most likely." Will shook his head. "Bastard should have lost his licenses to practice a long time ago. Now this shit is happening.
"I won't let it continue though. This time, Chilton signed his own death."
*BOOPED YOUR NOSE*
"Doctor Bloom, Doctor Lecter; it is an honor to have you come and visit my humble hospital. Agent Graham. Please, follow me this way." Dr. Fredrick Chilton spun on his heel. He spoke only to Hannible and Alana, ignoring the agent as if he wasn't even there.
Dr. Chilton's office was located on the very top floor of the hospital and took up nearly the entire floor. The room was white with faux gold trimming. A large window overlooked the courtyard and the patients within it. Floor to ceiling bookshelves lined the wall opposite the window. To one side of the room sat a little sitting area, complete with two overstuffed loveseats, matching chairs and table. In the center of the room sat an oversized wooden desk, a deep burgundy chair nestled into the leg space beneath. It was tacky and gaudy. It suited Chilton.
Will settled against the window, his arms crossed over his chest and his eyes on Dr. Chilton. Hannible graciously helped Alana into one of the overstuffed white chairs settled before Chilton's desk before claiming the second chair for himself. Chilton seated himself behind his desk. "As honored as I am to have two of the brightest minds of the psychological world, visiting my hospital; I must ask what it is that has brought you here."
"Dr. Abel Gideon." Alana stated kindly.
"Ahh. The Chesapeake Ripper. I should have known."
"Dr, Gideon isn't The Ripper."
The three other people in the room turned to look at Will. Hannible gave a brief nod of agreement while Alana frowned. She didn't disagree with Will's statement; in fact, she fully agreed with Will. However, "We don't know that. Without a full investigation by the FBI and interviews with Gideon, we cannot know the truth." She turned to face Chilton. "I do not mean to offend."
"None taken, Dr. Bloom. I assure you." Chilton's face softened from badly hidden rage at Will, to an almost besotted look as he faced Allana. "I understand completely. But I must disagree with you Agent Graham. I know that Abel Gideon is in fact The Chesapeake Ripper. I not only have personally worked on The Ripper case; I have spoken with Abel on many occasions." Chilton was quiet for a moment, enjoying what he felt was a victory over Will. "I also have all the evidence to prove that Abel Gideon is, in fact, The Chesapeake Ripper."0