Krissy had just finished texting Jack to let him know where she was when a twitchy man in scrubs entered the room. He seemed surprised to see her there, appearing to contemplate walking back out the room before deciding otherwise.

"You alright, mate?" Krissy frowned at his strange behaviour.

"Face the wall" The man muttered, as he suddenly pulled a gun out.

Krissy's eyes widened when the man closed the door quietly behind him, as she pushed herself to her feet. She slowly raised her hands, trying to think through her options as she noticed the man's eyes darting between her and the unconscious Abigail.

"Look, whatever her father did, it doesn't mean she deserves to die-" Krissy began, as the older man cut her off, raising his gun to aim at her head.

"This isn't about her…now step away!" The man exclaimed, as Krissy did as she was told.

"Just put the gun down, okay? Let's talk about this" Krissy suggested, as the man vehemently shook his head.

"I waited until he had gone. No one…no one was supposed to be here" The man mumbled, going to stand beside Abigail's bedside.

"Will? You were watching him?" Krissy inquired, still confused as to who the man was.

"He understands me. Once I help him reach her…we can…he'll help me…" The man stuttered as Krissy felt a shiver go down her spine.

"You're the killer. Stammets" Krissy gaped, as the man's eyes snapped up to hers.

The killer watched as Krissy's face morphed from terrified to furious in a matter of seconds, her eyes hardening. Before he could react, Krissy had grabbed a nearby table lamp and hurled it towards him, as the gun was flung from his hand. Krissy quickly crawled over Abigail's bed and lunged at the man, who was reaching for his gun. She managed to throw him into a nearby wall, but he quickly got the upper hand, as he sent his elbow colliding with her stomach. While Krissy was winded, the man sent a flurry of blind punches her way, one colliding with her shoulder, as she could swear she heard something snap. Another hard punch to her face sent her colliding with some of the medical equipment, as she became tangled up in the wires. Stammets reached out to grab her, only realising a moment too late, that she had gained the upper hand. With some oxygen tubing gripped tightly in her hands, she made quick work of wrapping it around her attacker's neck and began to squeeze. Stammets' let out a choked cry, as he clawed at his neck, trying desperately to get away. Every time he strained against Krissy's grip, the ligature around his neck only got tighter. Pushing him into a nearby wall, Krissy pressed her hands against the man's neck, now using her own strength to strangle him. Stammet's started to slump against the wall, as his eyes fluttered shut, but Krissy still didn't loosen her grip. She wanted to watch the life leave the man's eyes.

"Krissy?" A quiet voice spoke from a few metres away, as Krissy's head snapped to the side.

Will was standing there with a slack jaw, his eyes darting between Krissy's angry attack and Abigail's clearly unharmed body. Krissy instantly dropped her hands from Stammet's neck, who flopped to the floor.

"He was gonna' kill her" Krissy announced when she noticed Will's hand was still touching his gun holster.

"…Is he alive?" Will questioned, as Krissy's eyes dropped to his body.

She slowly crouched beside Stammets and placed her fingers against his neck, feeling a slow heartbeat underneath her fingers. She looked back up to Will and nodded, neither sure if they were happy about that or not.

"You were going to kill him" Will stated, his eyes twitching more than normal.

"Would that have been so bad?" Krissy replied, taking a step towards him.

Will kept his eyes downcast as she moved past him, trying to read the expression on his face. Was it disappointment? Had she already made him fear her?

"…No" Will mumbled as Krissy touched the door handle, turning back to him with a frown.

"It wouldn't have been so bad if you had killed him" Will admitted, letting out a shaky breath once he realised what he had said.

"It's not too late for me to finish the job" Krissy pointed out, raising an eyebrow, as she walked back over to him.

The pair's eyes dropped to Stammets body on the floor and the infrequent rise and fall of his chest. There was a good chance he would die soon enough without medical treatment. Would leaving him to die be as bad as killing him, Will thought to himself. They both seemed to shake out from the dark trance they had been in at the same time, as Krissy announced quickly that she would go get a doctor, leaving Will alone in the room with his own thoughts.

Krissy felt her hands get sweaty and her vision blur as she approached the Hobbs' house, trying desperately to calm her nerves. She hadn't wanted to come. Hearing that Abigail Hobbs' wanted to see her was bad enough, but going back to the house where a human being had bled to death in her arms? It was too much. Of course, there was only one person who could convince her otherwise. Her dad. Jack had all but begged her to go visit Abigail, wanting to get her opinion on the girl. If there was one person's opinion he would believe, it would be his daughter's. Krissy had entered the property through the back, feeling as if she would have passed out having to walk over the bloody front porch. She could hear talking from the kitchen and went to lean against the doorframe. All eyes were on her as she made her entrance, feeling a flush of embarrassment at not calling ahead.

"I saw the artwork outside the house…I'm surprised whatever hick wrote it can actually spell Cannibal" Krissy joked; her eyes planted firmly on Abigail.

The group were all surprised as Abigail suddenly burst out laughing, the tension in the room disappearing almost immediately. Krissy took a step into the kitchen, averting her eyes from both Will and Hannibal's gaze. She hated to admit it, but they were both another reason why she hadn't wanted to see Abigail.

"You must be Krissy. The nurses said you saved my life" Abigail announced, as Krissy's forehead wrinkled slightly.

She hadn't really thought about it that way before. Was her intention ever really to save the girl in front of her, or was it just about trying to kill Stammets? Still, it felt good to hear the gratitude in the girl's voice. Krissy figured that must have been the reason why she wanted to see her.

"Don't mention it" Krissy shrugged, rubbing her arm nervously.

"And that you tried to save my mom?" Abigail questioned, as Krissy paled a little at the question.

"Tried being the important word" Krissy muttered.

"Still…thank you. For trying" Abigail told her, as Krissy gave her a small smile.

"…I don't think we've been introduced. I'm Doctor Bloom" A pretty woman with a kind smile greeted, as Krissy's eyes widened.

"The Doctor Bloom? Wow…I can see why my dad gushes about you so much" Krissy stated, a flirtatious tone to her voice.

"Likewise," Alana smiled, as Krissy's lips twitched into a smirk.

"They turned all the pictures around" Abigail mumbled, seeing how the pictures had been moved on the fridge.

"Crime scene cleaners will do that" Alana informed her, tearing her attention away from Krissy.

"They did a really good job. Is that where all my blood was?" Abigail questioned, seeming more fascinated than horrified.

Red flags were flashing in front of Krissy's eyes as she watched Abigail's micro expressions, finding that she wasn't reacting how Krissy expected. The girl was cold, almost clinical. Maybe she was just dissociating from the experience? That was something that Krissy could understand.

"Yes" Will answered.

"You do this a lot? Go places and think about killing?" Abigail questioned.

"Too often" Will admitted, as Krissy allowed herself to really look at him for the first time that day.

He looked tired. Really tired. Had he even slept since her attack on Stammets? She could tell he was avoiding her gaze even more than usual, and who could blame him? He hadn't told anyone what she had said, or just how far she had been taking her attack. His story completely aligned with hers. She was acting out of self-defence. Nothing more.

"The attacks on you and your mother were different. They were desperate. Your dad knew he was out of time. Somebody told him we were coming" Will explained, bringing Krissy's attention back to the current situation.

"The man on the phone?" Abigail guessed, as Will nodded.

"It was a blocked call. Did you recognize his voice?" Will inquired, as Abigail's eyes darted around the room nervously.

"I had never heard it before" Abigail replied, with a small shake of her head.

Krissy tilted her head as she could easily tell the girl was lying. But why? Did she really know the copycat killer? No wonder Jack was doubting this girl, her behaviour was clearly suspect. Abigail was clever and manipulative…a winning combination that never led to anything good.

While Krissy was watching the younger girl, Hannibal had been watching her. He could tell Krissy could sense the same darkness in Abigail that he could. Will's feelings for Abigail had clouded his judgement, meaning he couldn't see Abigail for who she was. Alana only wanted to see the best in people and refused to believe what was right in front of her. Hannibal waited to see if Krissy would voice her clear distrust of the girl, a small smirk growing on his face when she didn't. Perhaps she too was curious to see what Abigail would do next?

"You cancelled our last appointment" Hannibal exclaimed, as the pair stood side by side, rifling through the Hobbs' personal possessions, with consent from Abigail.

"I didn't want to talk about my feelings last week" Krissy muttered, holding a small snow globe in her hands.

"After a traumatic event, it is important to talk. Bottling things up will lead to no good" Hannibal continued, as Krissy turned to him.

"Well, talking to a psychiatrist has never helped me much in the past" Krissy stated.

"What about a friend?" Hannibal suggested as Krissy raised an eyebrow at him.

"Wouldn't that be crossing a professional boundary, Doctor Lecter?" Krissy replied, with a teasing smirk.

"I was referring to Will," Hannibal told her, as Krissy couldn't stop the embarrassed scoff that dropped from her lips.

"I don't think Will wants to talk to me right now…why don't you want to be friends with me? I come pretty highly recommended, you know" Krissy explained, as Hannibal's lips twitched into a smile.

"I fear we are too similar to be friendly, Krissy" Hannibal informed her, as she tilted her head.

"Well, I hope your sake that's not true. I'm a whole level of messed up" Krissy muttered, going back to rifling through the box in front of her.

"That sounds like a statement from someone with a high degree of self-loathing. Perhaps you should talk to a psychiatrist about it" Hannibal suggested, as Krissy gave him a look.

"Okay, okay. I get the message. I'll be at your office on Friday" Krissy shook her head, fondly.

"Is that why you let me come home? To find evidence?" Abigail's raised voice broke through their conversation, as the pair turned to her.

"It was one of many considerations" Hannibal announced.

"Are we gonna re-enact the crime? You be my dad, you be my mom, and you be the man on the phone" Abigail suggested, as she glared intensely at Hannibal.

Krissy couldn't help but frown at her odd words, noticing once again the look of excitement in Abigail's eyes. And how Abigail's eyes seemed to stay on Hannibal even when Alana started talking. It seemed as though there was almost a threat behind them?

"Abigail, we wanted you to come home to help you leave home behind," Alana told her.

"You're not gonna find any of those girls, you know?" Abigail muttered, matter-of-factly.

"What makes you say that?" Will inquired.

"He would honour every part of them. He used to make plumbing putty out of elk's bones. Whatever bones are left of those girls are probably holding pipes together" Abigail explained, as Krissy felt a little green at the thought.

"Where did he make this putty?" Hannibal asked, curiously.

"At the cabin. I can show you tomorrow" Abigail replied, as they heard a door open from the other side of the house.

"Abigail, there's someone here" Alana frowned.

Hannibal noticed Krissy's hands balled into fists as if she was going into flight or fight mode. He theorised with interest that the girl always seemed close to fight rather than flight. She didn't seem like a runner. Hannibal's attention was pulled away as a pretty brunette walked into the room, her eyes instantly finding Abigail.

"Hey, Abigail" The girl announced.

While Abigail's friend, Marissa, had all but dragged the young girl away to talk in the backroom, Krissy decided it was time to face one of her newest fears. She had avoided the front entrance earlier, but she couldn't keep ignoring what had happened. She wasn't a coward. She was strong enough to face a bloodstain on the ground, she thought to herself. Krissy quickly realised how wrong she had been once she had ripped the front door open, feeling bile rise in her throat as she looked at the red substance splattered all over the porch. Flashes of Mrs Hobbs bleeding out in her arms whizzed behind her eyes, as Krissy clutched at her stomach. She could still smell the coppery aroma, the squelchy feel beneath her hands. Had she tried to save her? Could she really be sure? Krissy flinched as a hand suddenly came into her vision, pulling the door shut in one quick motion. She turned to see Will standing beside her, his eyes downcast, but the concern clear in them.

"I was just…" Krissy trailed off, not sure how to finish the sentence.

"I know what you were doing. And why" Will stated, as Krissy slowly nodded.

"You've been avoiding me" Krissy pointed out.

"No more than you've been doing to me" Will retorted, his fingers fidgeting in a nervous manner.

"Touché…I figured I scared you off" Krissy shrugged, watching Will shake his head with a frown.

"I understand why you did what you did," Will told her.

"Because of your empathy thing?" Krissy guessed as Will's lips twitched into a tired smile.

"Because I wanted to do the same thing to Stammets…for what he did to those people, for trying to hurt Abigail" Will explained.

"She's really got under your skin, huh?" Krissy suggested as Will shrugged this time.

"Her father certainly has" Will muttered, almost too quiet to hear, as he rubbed a hand over his face.

"…I see them too. It's probably some type of PTSD" Krissy informed him, resisting the urge to reach out and touch him.

"So, I'm not going crazy?" Will suggested, with a harsh laugh.

"You're as sane as I am, Will" Krissy stated, her lips twitching into a smile.

"Well, that's a relief," Will said, in a joking manner.

"You do, however, desperately need a shower" Krissy told him, teasingly.

"Is that an invitation?" The words flew from Will's lips quicker than he could stop them, his cheeks flushing immediately.

"...Holy shit, did Will Graham just flirt with me? God, do you need to sit down? Get an ice pack maybe?" Krissy teased, shaking his shoulder a little when she could see how embarrassed he had become.

"I really must be tired" Will mumbled, the ghost of a smile on his lips, as Krissy giggled.

"Hey! Piss off!" They heard an angry yell from the backyard, sharing a quick look before they rushed off towards the sound.

"Did you help your old man cut out my sister's lungs while she was still using-" A lean man exclaimed from the tree outlines, cut off as Marissa hurled a rock towards him, cutting his head.

Once he saw Will, Krissy and Hannibal rushing over from the house, he spat on the ground near Abigail before sprinting further into the forest. Abigail made a beeline straight for Hannibal and Will, clearly feeling protected around them, which Marissa seemed to notice.

"He said he was someone's brother" Abigail mumbled.

"Are you okay?" Krissy inquired, as Abigail nodded, shakily.

"Not much of a protective detail, are you?" Marissa scoffed, as Krissy rolled her eyes in annoyance.

"Well, if you had stayed in the house as we asked, there wouldn't have been-" Krissy began, as Marissa cut her off rudely, raising a hand up.

"I'm sorry, who even are you? You're not exactly old enough to be FBI" Marissa scoffed, giving Krissy an unimpressed look.

"And you're not old enough to be talking to me like that" Krissy retorted.

With an angry expression on her face, Marissa suddenly shoved Krissy, her hand collided with Krissy's injured shoulder that still ached from her fight with Stammets. Krissy stumbled back, clutching at her painful joint, as it throbbed. Marissa looked a little taken aback, confused as to why her shove clearly hurt Krissy so much.

"I think you should leave. Now" Will exclaimed, a cold tone to his words, as he stepped forward.

"Marissa! Marissa, come home!" An older woman called out from near the Hobbs' home, who they assumed was Marissa's mother.

The young girl stormed off without another word, glaring at Krissy as she went. Hannibal watched as Krissy's hands balled into fists, her jaw tense, looking like she wanted to do nothing more than knock the girl out. His eyes were quickly drawn back to where she was still guarding her shoulder.

"You appear to be injured" Hannibal announced.

"It's fine" Krissy muttered, through gritted teeth.

"I don't appreciate being lied to, Krissy" Hannibal stated, as the girl let out a long sigh.

"…I'm still a bit sore from my fight with Stammets, that's all" Krissy shrugged, grimacing at the movement.

"You should let Doctor Lecter look at it" Will advised her, his eyes darting from her shoulder to her face in quick succession.

A few minutes later, two police officers had taken Abigail into the living room, while Krissy jumped up onto the counter in the kitchen. Hannibal was rifling through the freezer, scooping up some of the ice that was inside and wrapping a kitchen towel around it. Meanwhile, Krissy had pulled her plaid shirt down to reveal a blackish-blue bruise that covered from the top of her shoulder and kept going past the fabric of her shirt. Will frowned, not having realised how much of a fight Stammets had put up. Maybe Krissy was only acting in self-defence, he realised.

"You should take your shirt off, so we can take a better look at the bruise," Will told her, as Krissy's lips twitched into a smirk.

"If you wanted to see me with my shirt off, all you had to do was ask" Krissy grinned, enjoying how Will's cheeks flushed at the suggestion.

She quickly began unbuttoning her plaid shirt, pulling it off to leave her in a white tank top, revealing the full extent of the bruise. Hannibal came to stand by the pair, raising an eyebrow slightly when he saw how large the bruise was. It would clearly be causing her a lot of pain, which she appeared to be a master at hiding. Hannibal quickly got to inspecting her shoulder, finding there was no dislocation or break and placed the ice he had gathered against her injured joint.

"I bruise easily" Krissy mumbled, after Hannibal quirked an eyebrow her way.

"Do you have any other injuries?" Hannibal asked as Krissy was quick to shake her head.

She was lying, and was obviously becoming uncomfortable with having the two men fuss over her. Hannibal gave her a small nod, knowing he wasn't going to get anything else out of her and turned to Will. The man seemed even more twitchy than normal, his eyes darting everywhere but Krissy. Interesting.

The next day, true to her word, Abigail took them to her father's lodge and explained how Hobbs never wasted any part of his kills when they went hunting. It made Krissy sick to think how he would have done the same to the girls he killed. For a moment, she wished it was her that had shot Hobbs' and not Will.

"If he had just killed me, none of those other girls would be dead" Abigail cried, her eyes welling with tears.

"We don't know that. Your father…" Alana trailed off, as something red suddenly dripped onto Abigail's head.

The group looked up to see there was blood dripping down from the ceiling, and not just a small amount either. Krissy was quickly sprinting up the staircase, with Will following close behind. Krissy came to a halt when she spotted where the blood had come from. A dark-haired girl was hanging from antlers, which were displayed across the whole room. Blood pooled underneath the girl, as Krissy rushed forward to press her fingers against the girl's pulse. Nothing.

"We need ERT as the Hobbs' cabin" Will muttered into his phone, quickly hanging up the call.

"…She's dead" Krissy stuttered, pulling away, feeling bile rising up in her throat.

Will stepped forward, bringing a handkerchief out of his pocket, and lifting the girl's head up. Krissy's own gasp was cut off by a terrified wail from behind them, as they spotted Abigail standing at the top of the staircase.

"Marissa!" Abigail screamed as Alana was quick to wrap her arms around Abigail, trying to pull her away from the scene.

"Are you alright?" Jack questioned, having been called to the scene not long after, as he placed his hand on his daughter's shoulder.

"I'm not the one impaled on a stag's antlers" Krissy muttered.

"But you could have been, Krissy! What if this killer chose you? You're a similar age, height, look…this is too dangerous-" Jack began, as Krissy cut him off.

"If you didn't want me involved, you shouldn't have asked for my help with this case, dad" Krissy scoffed.

"Bella was the one who asked you to come back to Virginia. I was just…I was desperate" Jack admitted, as Krissy let out a sigh.

"I'm not backing down from these cases. I thought…I was going to. I thought I couldn't handle it. But…I guess Doctor Lecter was right. I'm strong enough to do this. I'm not prepared to let another girl die. I want to stop this killer, and I'm not going to let that go" Krissy explained, as her father shook his head.

"You always were so damn stubborn" Jack muttered, as Krissy scoffed.

"I get that from you" She pointed out, as his lips twitched into a smile, and he went to walk away.

"Go easy on Will, okay? He's trying" Krissy spoke up, as Jack began to walk towards the stairs.

"Clearly not enough" Jack retorted, leaving Krissy with her own thoughts.

"Garrett Jacob Hobbs never struck his victims. Why would the copycat do it?" Krissy heard Jack ask from upstairs a few minutes later, as her curiosity forced her towards the staircase.

"I think he was provoked. Nicholas Boyle murdered this girl and his own sister" Hannibal suggested, making Krissy frown as she stepped onto the landing.

"That seems like a bit of a jump. Why would he want to kill his own sister?" Krissy pointed out.

"Almost fifty per cent of females are killed by a family member" Hannibal stated, knowing why Krissy was so against what he was saying.

"So did Nicholas kill with or without Abigail Hobbs?" Jack inquired.

"Without" Will stated, his eyes firmly on Marissa's corpse.

"Well, do you think that Abigail Hobbs knew Nicholas or Cassie Boyle?" Jack asked as Will shook his head.

"She said she didn't know them" Will insisted, looking to Hannibal for support.

"Doctor Bloom says that Abigail has a penchant for, uh, manipulation. Is she manipulating you, Will?" Jack exclaimed as Krissy rolled her eyes, seeing that her father clearly hadn't taken in what she had said.

"Agent Crawford..." Hannibal said, a protective tone to his voice.

"Look, he said he was wrong about the copycat killer. I want to know what else he's wrong about" Jack went on, as Krissy got in between the pair.

"You never would have caught Hobbs' in the first place without him. You'd probably have thought he killed Cassie Boyle too. All the leads in this case, are thanks to Will…are you really gonna' hound him for doing his job?" Krissy scolded, as Will seemed a little taken aback by her speech.

"…Whoever killed the girl on the field killed this girl, I'm right about that. He knew exactly how to mount the body. Wound patterns are almost identical to Cassie Boyle. Same design, the same humiliation" Will stated.

"Abigail Hobbs is not a killer. But she could be the target of one" Hannibal warned, as Jack's jaw tensed, clearly realising he wasn't going to win the fight.

"I think it's time that Abigail Hobbs left home permanently. Doctor, would you be good enough to collect Abigail and all of her belongings and escort her out of Minnesota, please?" Jack asked Hannibal, who looked to Will for a moment, before nodding.

"Not you, Will. I want you here" Jack insisted, as he saw Will take a step away.

"C'mon, Krissy. Let's go" Jack announced when he noticed she hadn't moved.

"I think I'm gonna' stay here with Will…he might need some help getting into this killer's head" Krissy replied, as Jack looked conflicted for a moment.

"There's a killer stalking these woods. It's not safe-" Jack began, as Krissy quickly cut him off.

"But it's safe for Will to stay here on his own?" Krissy retorted as Jack let out a long sigh.

"…I'll leave a police escort downstairs for you two" Jack muttered, clearly annoyed.

"Thanks, dad!" Krissy called after him, as Jack simply grunted in return.

Hannibal's lips twitched into a smile at the interaction, his eyes following Krissy's gaze as she looked back at the body. Everything was coming together. Marissa was the perfect victim. It put a wrench in Will's theory, gave the scapegoat of Nicholas Boyle…not to mention her rudeness towards Krissy the day before. Would Krissy appreciate his actions if she knew the truth, Hannibal thought to himself.

Author's Notes: I hope you all enjoyed this chapter! It's so interesting writing for these characters as they're so complicated, and it's been fun seeing how they'd react to a new person in the mix. How are you guys liking Will's relationship with Krissy so far? I don't think Hannibal's fascination with her will lead anywhere good. Please leave a review:)

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Black Star 145885: I was surprised there weren't more stories with Jack's daughter as the OC, he always seemed like he was meant to be a father to me. Oh don't worry, I'll do that as little as possible, as I know how boring it is when fics are written like that. I hope Krissy keeps you interested, she's going to be hovering on the line between good and bad for most of this story. Thanks for the review:)