Should Not Be But Is

by Xxloves-lossxX

Au: Where Will is a teacher and Hannibal is his psychiatrist until Will has an incident and Jack swoops in and eats him up. Trials and tribulations ensue and Will is being re-built by the man who wants(wanted?) to ruin him. Contains: Dubious-consent. M/M. Hannibal/Will. Blood and gore. Abuse. M/Preg. Angst. Sex later. This is an RP between myself and Mute Black Sheep. Enjoy.

2. Rolling Down Hill

A/N: Now here is the second installment. Same info applies for this part regarding warning so don't expect any because I already gave them. Again I still didn't go through all of this and fix anything, maybe only a little, but either way I just don't have it in me at the moment. A quick not here is that you'll see a small change where we refer to alpha and Omega and then it drops off. It was a mistake on our parts. I don't knwo exactly where it is and going through and finding it will take a GREAT deal of time so I just want to apologise ahead of time. Again applause to the lovely and omnipotent Mute for being such an awesome Hannibal while I just struggle along trying not to fall on my face. Really I just feel like I have no control at this point and she's leading me by a leash! Love ya Mute! ;D

Disclaimer: If I owned it you would know... there would be sex. Gay sex... and I would cackle in the back ground as all the homophobes cringed and cried about it.

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[quote="Killer_Kiwi_XD"]Will watched Hannibal and the dog, this one was the smaller of the three named Jessi, a corgi mix he found a long while ago who really just love attention. She had a great deal of fur that Will had let grow out for the winter and he couldn't help but smile as the dog enjoy a good petting from Hannibal. "Jessi down." Will said softly as Hannibal tried to get the dog off. The obedience was almost instant as the dog jumped off of Hannibal's lap and went to go sit by the other two. "Sorry. They have a good sense of people and if I trust you they trust you." Will rubbed at the back of his neck, sighing a little, and then looked up at Hannibal, staring just past him as he always did.

"I don't know what else there is to try. I think we got very far today… we did a lot. I guess I will just… have to wait and see. Thank you very much for helping me DR. Lecter." After that Will called up his sister to come pick him up and got his dogs read to go. When she came Will was instantly wrapped in a hug, her long arms wrapping tightly around his shoulders, and the dogs greeted her eagerly. Alan shook Hannibals hand and then took Will out to the car. Even with the sleep he had gotten though he looked exhausted as he left, the weariness on his face showing even more in the comfort of family, and it was apparent that his empathy was already making quite a big mark on him.

Will found himself at home with his sister, the dogs getting a good meal, and he spent the rest of his weekend recovering. He wrote down in his not book about his nightmare though, the one that he had right after the visit with Hannibal, and while things were not that different the dream was a bit stranger. Something felt like it had changed in his dream, not something to big, but through the whole terror filled thing he felt like he was missing something important in his dream, something just outside his vision that he knew was there.

When Will went back to work he was fine, he got plenty of rest, and he was able to teach the kids without problem. He last a long while… until the day of his appointment. It was a short day for the kids so after the class was over Will went to the teachers' lounge to converse with his colleges, when the news came on and he was faced with a brutal murder. Will stared at the TV for a moment, the others in the room realizing their mistake after a moment, and then will felt himself slipping. Will was instantly guided to sit down, trying to keep himself from slipping any further, and then he started mumbling a name "Therapist… Lecter… Call… Phone left pocket." Will felt someone reach into his pocket and then he was fading away.

"Hello? Hello is this the office of Dr. Lecter? Dr. Hannibal Lecter? My name is Beverly and I work with Will Graham? He's having some sort of… attack. He's starting to shake and he said to call you. We can't get any reaction out of him. Please send Dr. Lecter over!" Beverly left the information for where Hannibal could find them then hung up after that and everyone tried to get Will to come back as they waited.[/quote]

[quote="Mute Black Sheep"]Hannibal waved off Will's apology about his dogs, he really didn't mind it. Maybe when he had earned more of Will's trust, save it for another time, another day. Hannibal noded a few times and stands. "Yes, we did." Hannibal fixed his shirt yet again, a faint stain of a paw print on the front of his shirt. He took no indication that he noticed it. The shirt didn't matter. A simple, pressed, button up white shirt. Nothing more than that. An article of clothing he often wore when he was at home on the weekends or his days off. "Of course Will." Nodding, Hannibal led Will over to the door, picking up the three leashes and hooking them onto the dogs collars, handing the leather strips to Will as he walked him to the front door and out.

He had already made his call to his sister. The wait isn't long at all, she practically speeds down the street. Hannibal stands back from the pair, watching with calculating eyes as she hugged him, shaking his hand then leaving. Hannibal remains in his front yard until he can no longer see the car on the road. What an interesting pair, what an interesting man. His fascination only grows. Hannibal busies himself with recording everything that had taken placed through the day in his notebook then turns to the old, tattered basic notebook. He flipped through the pages, picking up where he left off. While reading, he recorded everything in his own hard covered notebook. In it contains Will's fears, his haunting nightmares, everything that triggers him and sets him off. And again, he feels like Will has been wrapped in beautiful paper adorned with ribbon and a large bow. All for him.

Hannibal sits at his desk, still reading through Will's notebook. He had just seen his last patient before lunch. He has some time before his lunch break actually starts. Hannibal can easily hear the phone ringing on the young secretary's desk. She answers the phone with the usual monotone drone. "Dr. Lecter's off-" Her words are cut off and Hannibal can hear the slap of the nail file hitting the wooden desk. "It is, please hold." The chair she's in squeals as she stands quickly and runs to his door, heels clicking quickly as she's trying to run and not slip. She doesn't knock like she knows she should. Hannibal already knows how urgent the call is and picks it up before she can open the door. When she does, Hannibal is already on the phone, nodding as she makes hand gestures about the call. Hannibal said little, the address familiar to him. He hangs up and stands, grabbing his blazer, he simply walks quickly out of his office. The young woman stared at him with questioning eyes, wanting so desperately to know what was going on.

The driver to the school it about fifteen minutes and only because of the traffic around the school. When he walks into the room, he finds that the other faculty is crowding around Will, calling his name and trying to bring him back. Anger boils up quickly in him at their crowding. The woman named Beverly rushes to him as asks if he's Hannibal. Once he confirms is, he is let in. "I need all of you to step out please." His voice is strong and commanding. Nobody challenges his command or stop to ask what is wrong. Hannibal kneels down next to Will near the couch, carefully laying the shaking man down. He checked him over a few times to confirm that it thankfully is not a seizure. It is just another episode he's having. Hannibal moved in closer, remembering what he had told him about his scent. Moving in closer, Hannibal laid a steady hand on Will's face. "Will. Open your eyes now Will. It is fine. You're safe. It is time to come back." He could hear murmuring outside the door, the handle shifted only slightly then somebody outside the door quickly stopped whom ever tried to open the door. "Time to come back Will." He said again, more forcefully.[/quote]

[quote="Killer_Kiwi_XD"]Within fifteen minutes the small shaking had gotten worse, Will unable to pull himself from the murder in front of him, he held the gun in his hand and stared at the shaking form of his son. The boy was no more than five but he wasn't his son, no he wasn't his son, that cheating whore of a wife he had said he wasn't his son, this was some boy he didn't know with big blue eyes who WASN'T his son. The b***h lay dead down the hall, he'd had his work with her, it took her longer to die than he thought it would and he could already hear the cops sirens outside. The barrel of the gun was covered in blood and blood had dripped down his fore arms as he stared at the boy before him.

Somewhere inside Will was screaming to get out, begging not to see this, he knew what happened and he didn't want to see it. The anger in Will boiled and he grabbed the boy by the arm. The kid just kept staring at him with those eyes, his damned mothers eyes, he wanted them gone. He needed them gone and so he drug the crying, screaming, boy down stairs and into the kitchen. He first thought a knife would work, a knife had to work, but all the ones left downstairs were to big for the boys little skull. It was an easy fix so Will grabbed a spoon and pushed the boy down on the ground before holding him down by the neck.

Will screamed internally as the spoon went high above his head and then came sailing down only to be stopped. Will felt a hand on him, a soft hand, and then he heard a voice. He knew that voice and soon everything that he had thought was real was fading and Will was able to pull himself back just as the scent reached him. Will took a few deep, gasping, breathes before he reached up and pressed the heels of his palms into his eyes. He still shook, he shook hard, and he could feel the warm tears rolling down his face. "Oh god… I can't…" Will shuddered again and then got up quickly before running to the trashcan and vomiting.

The murder had been gruesome, completely horrible, the man who committed it had thought his wife was cheating on him and she had been sarcastic. She told him she was and that their son wasn't his and two night later they found her dead. He had shoved knifes into her over and over before using the gun and shooting her, putting the knifes back as she laid there dying, then he had used a spoon to dig out his five year old son's eyes before shooting him in the stomach. Will was only glad he had been removed before he saw the boy die, before he faced that horror, because watching what happened to that woman was bad enough.

Will stood, hands pressed flat on the wall, and just shook as he tried to calm down. His arms were shaking and his head was pounding. He just didn't want to remember what he had seen. "Thank you… Dr. Lecter." Will said weakly.[/quote]

[quote="Mute Black Sheep"]Hannibal was going to try to jolt Will out of it when he suddenly came back and saying he couldn't. Hannibal stood and took a step back to give the man some room. Calmly, he walked over to the fridge that was in the lounge for the faculty and removed a cold water bottle from it. While Will was finishing up his vomiting, he twisted the cap once with a strong grip and held it out for Will to take. As he neared Will to hand off the bottle to the shaking man, he could see tears rolling down his cheeks, leaving their mark. It was either from the vomiting or the fit he had been and what he had seen.

A careful hand set firmly on Will's back as Hannibal moved a bit closer, bottle still in hand. "What did you see Will?" Hannibal's voice is soft but still holds the authority and strong power behind each word. They are strong and they are safe. An anchor to keep Will down at earth, to keep him with everybody else physically and mentally. Hannibal had not yet heard about what had happened. He had been at his office all day long working with other patients and reading through Will's notebook before each patient. To get so invested in a person just after a short consultation it was surprising even to himself, then again Hannibal had never met a person like Will; he never knew they existed. To reach out to a stranger and put themselves in their position, seeing it all through their eyes. It was truly magnificent.

Once Will took the bottle, Hannibal helped Will over to the couch, sitting him back down and sitting next to him. He could see people gathering restlessly outside the door from the small door window. They peered in at Will as if he were a sideshow on display. It irritated Hannibal. For them to gawk at him and quietly whisper outside the door about him. "We have an appointment today Will, would you rather stay here and relax a little or come back to my office with me?" Hannibal offered, keeping his hands in his lap and a respectable distance from the other male. He knew that Will valued his personal space and avoided at all cost to make eye contact with anybody. Hannibal couldn't help but to wonder again how Will managed to ever have sex. The door to the room opened and Hannibal's eyes shot up, cold and hard as he stared at the man in the door way. He was around Will's height, had dark brown hair and dark eyes to matched.

Hannibal decided then that his heart would be better on a plate surrounded by fresh, lightly oiled greens than in his chest. The male's dark eyes looked at Will worried, Hannibal could tell this man was sweet on Will. "Will?" He asked quietly, quickly eying Hannibal as he man continued to stare, irritation and anger rolling off of him. "Are you okay?" He decided to ignore Hannibal's presence and inch closer to his colleague. The other male was close enough for Hannibal to reach over and quickly snap his neck. Just two strong hands on either side of his face and one quick jerk, that's all it took. He could do it. Hannibal watched the male stopped moving, kneeling down and setting his hand on Will's knee. "Do you want me to get you anything?" He had asked Will quietly, the pressure of Hannibal's irritation finally causing the male and slowly slink away from the Lithuanian at Will's side.[/quote]

[quote="Killer_Kiwi_XD"]Will stood by the trashcan for a moment longer, just trying to catch his breath, and carefully took the bottle from Hannibal before shaking his head firmly when asked what he had seen. He didn't think he could say that over again at the moment, not after all the screaming he had heard in his head, and so will let the other lead him over to the couch as he just hung his head and drank his water. He could hear the noise the hall, the murmuring voices, and Will just wanted to run. He felt like a side show attraction at the circus, one of the many freaks stuck in a cage, and it was horrible. He hated being watched like this, like he was some kind of animal to be observed, and he mostly wished that those people would just go away. When Hannibal asked him what he would like to do, if he would like to stay or go, Will just wanted to get up and go.

His words were stopped of course when someone came into the room, actually braving the lions den, and Will smiled at the man. He numbly tried not to jerk away when the other set his hand on his knee and Will sighed. "I am fine… can you just… Can you ask everyone to leave? I am fine and I don't want them wasting their time." Will smiled stiffly, a small blush pulling just below his neck, because he was used to this person being kind to him but he didn't like that hand on his knee. Will awkwardly pat the others hand, saying a quite thank you as the other stood, and then watched as the man left the room and people left from around the door.

"I would much rather leave…" Will stood carefully, a tremble still left in his limbs, and he gripped the bottle a little tighter as he headed for the door. Will opened it to find the hall thankfully empty and started down the hall with his head down. He felt like a dead man walking in a way, a parade float being observed on its way down the street, a marvel to be watched but never to get close too. When Will finally made it out side he glanced back at Hannibal, careful not to meet the man's eyes, and then headed for his car "I will see you at your office Dr. Lecter… Hopefully I will be able to discuss what happened." Will sighed, still clutching the water bottle, and when he found his car he easily slid into the driver seat. His hands still shook a little but he was feeling better and not as nervous.

By the time Will made it to Hannibal's office he was back to normal, no more shaking and his heart had calmed down a lot, Will finished his water bottle and got out of his car so he could head up to Hannibal's office. Will smiled at the woman in the office who was kind enough to act like nothing at all had happened before taking will back into Hannibal's office. Will sat with his head in his hands as he waited a very short time for Hannibal to come in. He could see his own notebook on the others desk and he wanted to get up and see what page the other was on but he decided that would be inappropriate. When Hannibal came in Will looked up at the man before looking back down at the bottom the desk where he had previously been staring.

"A woman and her son were killed today… the husband raped his wife with knives, then a gun, and shot her several times while doing so." Will swallowed thickly as the screams rung in his ear. "He then took his son down stairs and…" Will hung his head taking a few deep breaths and trying very hard to separate himself from that. "God I almost did that…. He dug his own son's eyes out with a spoon." Will rubbed at his face as he remembered the anger.[/quote]

[quote="Mute Black Sheep"] The male smiled and nodded at Will, glad to leave with the ever growing presence of Hannibal's cold eyes bearing down on him. They followed the male as he left the room. If he gets too nosy then Hannibal would do something about it. Not now though. Maybe he could even be of some use to him. As the door began to close, Hannibal could hear the male's voice, asking everybody to leave and not stand around. He informed them that Will was better now and to just leave. Hannibal's light, brown eyes caught the reddened heat on Will's neck from the male. Another irritant. Both men stood and Hannibal's hand went out just in the slightest bit. It was there for Will if he chose to use it to catch himself.

Once the smaller male began to walk away, Hannibal let his hand relax at his side, easily following behind him. It was no problem for the refined man to match Will's struggled and stuttering steps with his own long and elegant stride. Their shoes echoed in the empty hall, small squeals from under Will's simple shoes and the clack from Hannibal's polished, dress shoes. He followed the male out of the school and walked behind him still. What kids were still left were all whispering and talking lowly, their eyes following the well known teacher and the refined man that stalked him. He gave one nod to acknowledge Will's glance back at him, not expecting him to make any eye contact, especially after what he had been through. "Yes, Will." Another short nod and they parted ways. Lunch would have to wait it seemed. Will needed to be tended to. To be brought back from his scare and to reassure him.

Hannibal didn't stop anywhere or for anything on the way back to his office. He wouldn't dare getting any take out or fast food. He had personally seen it what it could do to the body many times. Not just externally, but internally as well. Ruined precious organs and turned them rancid. Hannibal thinks about the last time he had harvested anything. It had been about a few weeks. His last victim had lasted quite a while. It would be time for him to restock very soon. The police would be having a field day very soon. Hannibal turned into the parking lot of his practice. He parked the car and stood. Slowly breathing in, he could smell the electricity in the air and the threat of rain, which meant there was a chance for snow tonight. As he walked into the building and slowed at his secretary, she gave him a confused stare. "Could you make coffee for two please?" He asks calmly, removing his coat, holding it over one arm. The young secretary, Hannibal guessed about mid twenties, smiled hopefully at him. He couldn't understand those hopeful eyes she always gave him when he mentioned anything that was meant for more than one.

Hannibal thought that Will would like some hot coffee to help calm, soothe and wake him. If she thought that it would be for her and him, then she surely should pull her nose from those silly romance novels. Hannibal hung his coat on the dark, polished, wooden coat hanger. The other pegs remained vacant as he sat down to his desk, simply waiting for Will to come. Though his patience is interrupted when the young woman poked her head into the office. "Dr. Lecter? I'm sorry, but there's somebody on the line that wishes to speak with you." Sher voice is soft yet high. It matches her soft, round face and soft, feminine features. Hannibal nods once and picks up the phone. A familiar voice comes over the phone. Hannibal grits his teeth. "Let me call you right back." Hanging up the phone, he stands back up and walked out of his office. The woman isn't at her desk, probably making the coffee.

Hannibal didn't go to the front of the practice but to the back instead for some more privacy.

The woman pokes her head out of the small room she's in and hurries to the desk, she smiles at Will and lets him into Hannibal's office before going back to making the coffee. The conversation isn't long and it leaves Hannibal with a few more ideas for dinner. He really isn't surprised to see Will sitting in the chair opposite of his desk, looking slightly guilty and nervous. Hannibal goes to sit in his desk chair, the two doctor and patient chairs open and lonely. Will begins right away and Hannibal is left to listen about the events that set Will off this time. He has a very easy trigger, a death of a child can rattle almost anybody and Will is already easily susceptible. When Will finally gives in and tells him that the child's eyes were dug out with a spoon, Hannibal is actually surprised that Will didn't take the child's place. "Will," Hannibal begins to get Will's attention. "You didn't do it." He had caught what Will had slipped. 'I almost did...' "Will, if you cannot separate yourself from the killer then we are going to have to work harder on this."[/quote]

[quote="Killer_Kiwi_XD"]Will jerks his head when Hannibal speaks, telling him that he didn't do it, and he wants' to say that he knows he didn't but at the same time he just can't form the words. He had slipped, hadn't he? Will hung his head, giving it a rough shake, before sighing and leaning back in the chair to be more comfortable. "I know… I just… I have been so long in this that it is hard to separate myself from it. The other therapists I have seen told me to become more involved, they told me if I looked harder into these incidents I might be able to… I don't know, figure out why I connected with that person." Will know why, it's not hard to guess, his father had threatened him plenty of times with it, had hurt him plenty of time, Will knew exactly why he fell so easily into this one.

That young boy lived a sad and scary life, one filled with abuse and pain, and Will had lived that life when he was that boys age. Thankfully his father had never hurt him more than a few bruises or cuts because his mother was there but this boy didn't have his mother when his father lost it. Will-… no the boy's father had made sure of that. "It wasn't me." He say's more to himself as he stares off at the wall, remembering his dream from this weekend, and he shifts in his seat before looking at Hannibals chin, avoiding eye contact completely. "I had a nightmare after I went home this weekend… I have them often as you know but something was… different. Something changed in the dream but I don't know what. There was something knew there." Will tapped his fingers on the arm of the chair, his eyes searching around the room, and glancing over the statutes and many books.

"I haven't figured out what's different yet…. I also got a call from a man named Jack Crawford." Will pinched at the bridge of his nose. "I get many calls from him, all the time, asking me to consult on a case. He say's my knowledge can help… he was making sure I was okay but I have a feeling it won't be long until he asks me to help again." Will didn't want to help but at the same time… he had this urge to say yes. This was the first and only time he had ever had the urge to accept the offer the help Jack and it made him nervous.[/quote]

[quote="Mute Black Sheep"]A small tilt of Hannibal's head as Will confessed that it was hard for him not to. Just hearing that suggestion had Hannibal internally groaning and praising Will's other weak minded therapists. It would be easier to tame Will and train him when the man is ready for it. As Will's eyes land on Hannibal's chin, he reaches over to move the coffee mug closer to Will so he could drink the warm liquid. "Drink Will." He says just in case the man decides to ignore the liquid. As Will spoke, Hannibal began to quickly write in his note book, taking down what Will spoke of. He nearly snapped his pen in half just by hearing that name. Jack Crawford. He knew of the man well enough.

They have spoken on some occasions. Jack was once interested in one of Hannibal's patients before. He had advised Jack to stay away from her and she ended up dead. Hannibal remembered her well. The pretty shade of her blonde hair, her pale skin and how it flushed under his strong hand. She sought him for only a few minor things. Miriam Lass if he remembers correctly. Jack blames himself for her death. Hannibal agrees. If he had never asked her to join his team, Hannibal would have never had to kill her for getting too close. It was all Jack's fault. He might as well have been the one smothering her. "Yes, Jack Crawford. I've met him before." Hannibal slowly rises to his feet. "If you do not mind Will, I would like to tell you of a story, or passage if you will, that I remember from my youth." Hannibal leans against his desk.

"Close your eyes Will." Once he does, Hannibal begins. "In the beginning, people had nothing. Their bodies ached, and their hearts held nothing but hatred. They fought endlessly, but death never came. They despaired, stuck in the eternal quagmire." Hannibal begins, his voice slow and smooth as he walks around Will in the chair, his hands coming to rest on the back of the chair. He leaned down and slowly slides his left hand forward, cupping the back of Will's hand and lifting it as he speaks again. "A man offered a serpent to the sun and prayed for salvation." He slides his right hand forward cupping the back of Will's right and lifting it so both hands were at the same height level, Will's palms up and open. "A woman offered a reed to the sun and asked for joy. Feeling pity for the sadness that had over run the earth, God was born from those two people." Hannibal let's Will's hands down onto the arms rests of the chair and continues his slow walk.

"God made time and divided it into day and night. God outlined the road to salvation and gave people joy. And God took endless time away from the people. God created beings to lead people in obedience to Her. The red God, Aušrinė, the yellow God, Mėnuo, many Gods and angels. Finally God set out to create Paradise, where people would be happy just by being there. But then God's strength ran out, and she collapsed. All the world's people grieved this unfortunate event, yet God breathed Her last. She returned to the dust, promising to come again. So God hasn't been lost. We must offer our prayers and not forget our faith. We wait in hope for the day when the Path to Paradise will be opened." Hannibal is standing behind Will again when he finished with the passage.

"You can help as many people as you'd like Will with your gift. You can keep fighting to continue on and in time you will break under their desires, under their pleas and prayers. [i]If[/i] you are lucky, you will return." It is clear why Hannibal told Will that story, what it meant and how it related to Will. "He is right. Your knowledge can help but it can also break you. The more you get lost in your head Will, the more you will slip." Hannibal warns him about Jack's pleas for help on some cases. "I would not advise it right now Will. Maybe when you have a better grip on things. Even then, it is a risk." He is torn at having Will on Jack's team. It could go against him but it could also work so much in his favor.[/quote]

[quote="Killer_Kiwi_XD"]Will looks up at Hannibal as he speaks, sees the tension in him, and then Hannibal is wanting to tell him a story. Will is dubious at first, who would not be, but then he closes his eyes and he listens. He has never heard this passage before and he focuses on the words. At first he does not understand why Hannibal is telling him this, the words seeming so strange, and then Hannibal's hands are sliding down on his arms. Will feels his heart jump at the touch and then he sucks in a breath and Hannibal is gripping his hands and Will is finding it hard to focus with the other so close. Human contact is not a plus for him, it's hard, he can almost feel the other through his skin. Will took a deep breath, listening to the story, and then Hannibal was stepping away and Will could breathe again.

Will can hear Hannibal like he is all around him, like the words are coming from every corner of the room, and it makes him almost dizzy as the story continues. He can see it like a mirage behind his eyes, an old civilization coming into a being and then Will is the one collapsing. He get the point that Hannibal is making, he understands what the other is trying to tell him, and when the story finishes Will opens his eyes and stares at the desk. Hannibal continues his warning and Will looks up at him, so very close to meeting his eyes, and then he looks away as if the temptation was too great for him to go through with. Will sits back, staring at a spot on the far wall, and he bites at his bottom lip.

"I haven't ever thought about saying yes before, I thought… I was worried with it but for some reason I want to these days. I have never thought about it but I feel like it's time I say yes. I need to help in some way because I know how killers think and if I help him then maybe… maybe I can keep others from dying? I don't know. It's all hard because I know I can lose myself to this, just television can get me lost in my head, I don't want to but sometimes I feel like I don't have a choice. I feel like I must atone for the things I haven't done." Will sighed heavily and ran a hand through his hair.

"I won't though. Not now. I know I can't do it right now so I will still say no and if he pushes… I will shut him down." Will worried his bottom lip even more and then he grabbed the coffee and sipped at it. The rest of the session was the general thing with Hannibal trying to get Will in and out of the state where he loses himself. They still had thirty minutes left when Will drifted off in the middle of Hannibal reading something from one of the note books. Will is surprised by the state of his dream, the way it's so solid, and how it's just him standing in the woods. Will looks around in the dream as that feeling crawls up his back like he is missing something, like something new is there that he needs to see, then he catches brow out of the corner of his eye and he chases it. Will chases and chases even as the mud turns to meat and his feet sink in blood. The nightmare gets worse and Will wants to scream but then he sees it.

It's a stag, standing tall and proud, it's antlers reach high branches and it stands and stares at Will. The stag seems to posses him as it stares and Will feels not threat from it, no incessant danger, and then the stag shifts and suddenly Will feels himself impaled by the long bone protrusions. Will gasps awake in surprise and looks around for a moment before realizing where he is and feeling guilty.[/quote]

[quote="Mute Black Sheep"]Hannibal gave only one node in response to Will's handling of Jack's hounding. The man is really a pain. Hannibal would have gotten rid of him long ago if it weren't for Lass. As the session goes on, Hannibal tries a few more things with Will, glad that he had pulled through at school when he called him back. The man still looked so shaken up by it. Two mugs sit empty on the polished desk as Hannibal mentions a few entries from Will's notebook about the time he had lost while reliving those horrors. Will is unusually quiet as Hannibal reads through one entry, being very careful about what words he says, keeping is vague. Hannibal stops reading and lowers to note book to find Will leaning back in the chair, his eyes closed and his chest steadily rising and falling.

He's asleep. Slowly closing the notebook, Hannibal sets it on his desk before moving closer to the sleeping man. It is nice to get this close to him without him shrinking away. Behind those closed eyes, Hannibal could see his eyes shift back and forth, entering his REM sleep. Hannibal touched the ends of those dark curls, marveling how beautiful they would look with blood caked into them. Will sweaty and bloody after a hunt. Knife in hand and a fresh heart in his other. He could see it so perfectly. Will would stare at him as he lifts the heart and bites right into it. Blood running down his chin, some dropping off and onto the ground, others rolling down his neck to soak into his shirt. Will would be a beautiful hunter and an equally strong man. A shudder rips through Hannibal as he stares down at Will. Fingers slip from the curls to brush down Will's neck to the hem of his shirt. His skin is warm. A little too warm. Could be a fever or from the dream.

His hand moves from Will's neck to a further up position. Fingers pressed to the side of the neck to feel his heart beat. Strong and quick. Must be some dream. Just as Hannibal pulls his hand away and sits back down to write into his notebook, Will is finally woken up from his sleep with a rather startling gasp. Hannibal looked up at him and arched his brow just slightly. "Another nightmare Will?" He keeps his voice low as he speaks to him. Loud enough to get and hold his attention but not too loud that it would startle him. Hannibal isn't upset about him falling asleep. He got to enjoy something rare. Why should he complain about that? "Care to tell me your dream?" Hannibal slowly tilts his head just slightly, hardly even noticeable.[/quote]

[quote="Killer_Kiwi_XD"]Will finds it hard to focus on Hannibal as he remembers the dream and also feels the guilt rising. When the other speaks thought he does not seem angry and in a way Will figures that this would be a good thing. Will sat in his chair, his tongue running along his bottom lip for a moment, and then he straightened. "I dreamt of a stag." It comes out quieter than Will meant and yet at the same time the words are deafening. Will feels like he shouldn't mention the stag to Hannibal, to anyone, and he carefully chooses his next words. He carefully constructs a lie filled with truth. "It was the first time I dreamt of it… it was strange. Yet… somehow…" Will trails of and looks to the time, trying to find a scapegoat so he does not have to continue, and then he is standing.

"I need to go Dr. Lecter. My sister and I are going to dinner and our time is up." Will gives the man a tight smile and then all but flees, barely stopping to make another appointment with the secretary, and he doesn't look back. He doesn't want to tell Hannibal about the stag, he wants to keep this to himself, and Will feels like that's what the stag want. Hannibal can't know, not yet, but he should at some point. Will drives back home and him and his sister have dinner with a few of her friends that live in the town. No one mentions the incident at the school, Will is told the next day not to come back into work, and his things are dropped off by Beverly.

He's told he is too "unstable" to work around the children, that he could hurt them, and that when he is better he can come back. Will laughs because he knows it isn't true, that his job will be gone in not time, and like a hawk Jack swoops in. The man tells him he has a job he could use, that he would pay him to consult, and that the figures are more than what Will used to make. Will can't say no, even when his sister does, and he isn't even given a week before he is on a case. He doesn't tell Hannibal, he feels guilty, and he dreams of the stage almost every night. By the next appointment Will looks run down, dark circles under his eyes, and when he enters the office he can do nothing but shift back and forth on his feet. He knows Hannibal has seen his face on the news, has heard what he has done, and he feel ridiculously guilty for it. The stag doesn't help, sitting in the back of his mind, it's grown more violent in a way, but in almost a good way, and when ever Will think about Hannibal he feels the stags joy which only brings him more guilt.

" " He says almost silently, his hands pulling nervously at the strap of his bag. He has brought his notebooks with him, one for work and the other filled with new dreams, he know Hannibal will want to look at them. It makes him nervous, makes the stag excited, and drives him to step a bit further into the lion's den. He cannot understand the guilt he feels for doing what he had to but he feels it's all because Hannibal had told him not to.[/quote]

[quote="Mute Black Sheep"]From his desk, Hannibal can hear Will clear, crystal clear and he can tell that his words have weight, that they mean so much more to him then he's letting on, possibly much more than he understands. This stag Will mentions is very interesting, it is important to him. Leaning forward slightly, Hannibal watches Will's eyes dart from his general direction to the clock on the side wall. He knows Will is looking to get out of telling him about his dream. A mild irritant, nothing more. "It is." Hannibal agrees with a curt nod and rises to his feet, buttoning up his blazer. Just as he goes to step out from behind his desk, Will is gone. It leave Hannibal standing alone and even more irritated than he was before. Will was going to take time. He knew this, he kept telling himself this. It was hard to accepted. He wanted the man wrapped around his finger, beckoning and breaking to his ever call, command and to his touch and eyes.

Hannibal doesn't see Will for a few weeks, his secretary tells him that he has not made any appointments. At the end of the second week, Will shows up unexpectedly. Hannibal has already gone through Will's notebook, no mention of a stag anywhere in there. Hannibal is sitting at a table near a window, drawing slowly. Tortured eyes stare up at him, the lines soft and refined. He could see blue in his head shining through those pained eyes. The picture is not complete, he has been focusing on those eyes, glasses faintly drawn around them. The door to his office opens and those tortured eyes are here in person. Tired, worn and guilty, so very guilty. Hannibal shifts the paper he's been working on under a few other drawings. One of a stag, what he pictures is the beast from Will's dreams.

"Will." His voice is not soft like before. He has seen his face on the news, the talk of the 'prodigy' that can get into a killer's head. When Hannibal first hear Will's name spoken over the television, he almost tore a hole in the paper he had been drawing on. "It's been a while. Then again, I am sure Jack keeps you busy." His tone is cold and hard. "Sit." He motions with his hand to the vacant chair. It isn't the one by his desk that he motions to, but the two that sit in front of each other. Hannibal takes up one of them, a leg slowly crosses over the other. The room with thick with tension and Hannibal can see by the way Will is standing that he is filled with guilt. "I thought you wanted to get things under control." Hannibal comments, unable to keep the snarky tone from his voice. He takes a deep breath through his nose to calm himself before continuing. There is no need for him to get hostile with Will.

"You had told me that you loved your job Will. Were you forced to give it up?" Hannibal's voice is back to that calm and collected tone he always uses. As Hannibal looks over Will's tired and worn face, he cannot help but to think about the God that gave her life to the begging people, to their selfish desires. He won't be able to keep getting into the minds of killers like this. It will eventually be the end of him. Hannibal reached up to pinch briefly at the bridge of his nose. It was frustrating to have Jack and his team thrown into the mix of all of this. He wanted to lay into Will right now. He was going to keep pushing himself further deeper. "Have you lost any time while on the field?" Hannibal opts out on making him feel anymore guilty than he already is. "If you plan on staying with Jack and his team Will, then I need you to come to me more so I can help you." It is a simple chide, nothing to make the man feel worse.[/quote]

[quote="Killer_Kiwi_XD"]Will doesn't want to look at Hannibal, even as he hears the other move across the room, and he isn't surprised when he hears that slightly biting tone. He feels like a scolded dog, like he had torn up a paper or something, and he shifts his posture. He doesn't know why he feels so guilty, he shouldn't, but in a way he guesses it's because he respects Hannibal. Will betrayed that respect in some way when he started working with Jack and he knows this an it make him feel all the more guilty. Will looks at the chair that he is motioned to and walks over, gripping the strap of his bag, but he doesn't sit. He feels like he shouldn't, like he doesn't deserve it, but as Hannibal continues to talk Will sit's. He stares at the ground, then runs his hands over his face, and he feels the burn in the back of his throat.

"I… They uh… Fired me." Will sounds confused at his own statement but at the same time he also sounds frustrated. "They said I was a danger to the children, unstable, they didn't trust me to teach them anymore." The hurt is obvious, and deep, and Will sit's back in his seat. "I looked for other options… But no one will hire me because I am 'unstable'. Alana knows I am not quite there… I am still stable at this moment. She tried to argue with them but no one wants to trust me around the kids." Will laughs slightly bitterly and grips at his leg as he leans back "I haven't… I haven't lost any time in the past two weeks. I thought it would get worse when I started working with Jack but for some reason… I don't know. I got better but at the same time I am worse. There are nightmares, of course, but not… like before." Will wants to stop there but he can't lie.

"Sometimes their worse… or I can't sleep. I found more strays… I went from three and now I have eight." Will shakes his head slightly. "I wanted to apologize in a way… for having gone with Jack. I didn't know what to do. The children cried for an hour when I told them I had to go." Will takes in a small breath and then lets out a much deeper one. The whole situation had been rather devastating for Will because he had been teach those kids for so long it seemed and they all loved him but now… now he was barred from even going near them. "I had a nightmare that day… That I was that man who killed his son? The last one… the one that got me fired. I had killed all of the children in my class because… I felt…like they weren't mine. Their bodies smiled up at me." Will shuddered at the memory of that dream and he also remembered the stag, standing in the door way and watching, it had been terrifyingly glorious.

"I am on a new case though… I don't focus on what happened. So far six girls have gone missing… one was found dead in her home, in her bed."[/quote]

[quote="Mute Black Sheep"]Hannibal sits back in his chair, light brown eyes watching Will very closely as he talks about being fired and how they think he is 'unstable' to be around and teach the children. In the notebook Will had given him, he often said how happy he was about teaching, how much he loved it and how much it meant to him. It was his life, it was the thing keeping from him slipping completely. That was gone now and he was in a job where he was forced to look through the eyes of killers and relive each death. He nodded again, understanding when Will said it's gotten better and yet, it hasn't. There is fear behind Will's words as he starts to talk about his nightmares and the ever growing presence of the stag.

"You have eight dogs now?" Hannibal couldn't help but to ask. From what Hannibal was thinking, he saw that Will needed more things to keep him grounded, to keep himself there. Three dogs weren't cutting it. Either that, or he felt he needed them in place of the children he taught before. He needed to connect with something pure to weight out all the darkness that had begun to fill his life. "To an extent, I understand Will." Hannibal opened his note book to jot down a few things. He slowed his hand when Will mentioned his dream of killing the children because he felt that they weren't his in his dream. "It is the reason that you got fired and what is keeping you from what you love. Even in death, they will remain pure. Children grow up and become soiled from the world Will."

Hannibal looked back up to Will from his notebook. "Next time you go in to talk with Jack, I would like to come so I could talk with him as well." He would need to keep a close eye on Will to make sure he could pull him back if he got too deep. "Though Jack Crawford and I have had some disagreements in the past, I am sure he will agree to my helping you."[/quote]

[quote="Killer_Kiwi_XD"]Will looks up at Hannibal's reply to the dream and he nods slowly because it makes sense, it's how he always felt about children, but then again people like him always thought about children that way. It was the empathy. Will looks back down at his hands and chuckles at Hannibals request before looking up at the other "He suggested that I start seeing you…. Off the record. Not as a patient but to have… conversations." His voice seems snarky, almost bitter, but in a humorous way. He finds the idea funny, because he know what Jack is really suggesting, and Will can't help but laugh at a good joke… even when he is the bud of it. Will runs a hand through his hair and reaches into his bag, pulling out his note book, and then he carefully hands it over to Hannibal.

"I just filled this one…" Will doesn't mention the stag, he hasn't since that first time, and in his writing he left that detail out. It was easy enough, barely even a task, but he felt like a cheat for it. Hannibal needed to know about the stage but the stag said that Will wasn't ready for him to know yet. Or well it didn't say, it showed, and Will felt it. Hannibal needed to know about what the stag really was but not yet, not when Will didn't even know yet, so instead Will sits back in his seat and stares off into the distance. "I meet with Jack tomorrow to go over this case… You can come with me then." Will rubs just beneath his mouth, his eyes distant, and after a moment he looks down into his bag and pulls out another folder. He looks through it for a second, it's a check list, and when he is done he stands up and puts the folder back in his bag.

Will was starting to pace when his phone rang. Will pulled it out of his pocket and stared down at the number with trepidation and then he answered it. "Hello Jack." Will went silent and then he sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose "I'll be there soon."Will doesn't say where he is, he doesn't feel that he needs to, and he tried not to cringe at Jacks grating voice. Will hangs up the phone and slides it back in his pocket before grabbing his bag. "Looks like I'll be going in tonight… they found another girl." Will wonders if Hannibal will come, or if he will wait until tomorrow, because Will felt like he needed a crutch at the moment, in case he fell, but at the same time he wasn't sure how Jack would react to Will and Hannibal showing up together.[/quote]

[quote="Mute Black Sheep"]Hannibal slowly tilts his head in the slightest at Jack's suggestion. "For once, I would agree with him. It will be easier to simply have conversations with somebody rather than a therapist." It really isn't a bad suggestion. It would be a much more comfortable situation for Will and it wouldn't require the professionalism that these appointments had. Hannibal leaned over to take the notebook from Will, setting it in his lap with his own on top of it. "So soon? It has only been about three weeks." He had actually expected it to take longer, but with what Will has been through recently, it really shouldn't be any surprise. Hannibal wordlessly nods once and sits back to observe Will.

He is much more on edge before. There is so much bothering. Hannibal can hardly make out the guilt in his eyes hidden under the stress he's been going through. "I will go with you. It is best that I speak with Jack now." Hannibal stood, going to his desk to put the note books away into his desk. Hannibal pulls on his coat and follows Will out. It has been raining on and off all day and he has no further appointments until much later. It was time to cleanse the bad blood between himself and Jack. If they were both going to be whispering into Will's ear then they needed to settle their own problems like adults. "Tell me about this case." Hannibal is fixing the cuffs on his coat while he walks next to Will through the building.

"You had said that six girls have gone missing and you found a seventh last night, in her bed. Tell me, do they have similarities? Something that all seven have had in common with each other?" He gets the cuffs just right and lowers his hands to his side. Hannibal really doesn't care what Jack thinks if they show up at the scene together. "I will follow you." He said once they reached the parking lot. Hannibal stays behind Will through the trip, keeping up with him. When they park, it is on a dirt road and Jack is at the entrance, waiting for Will. Hannibal can see a look of confusion at the other car then it is gone the moment Hannibal steps out of his car. "Dr. Lecter." Jack says as he approaches the man, hand extended. Out of respect, Hannibal shakes Jack's hand, giving a professional smile. "Jack." He nods once.

"It's been a while." Jack releases Hannibal's hand, finally. "It has." Hannibal agrees. "I didn't mean to pry when I suggested that Will sees you as more of an outside source rather than a therapist." Hannibal knows that Jack mean to pry in every which way possible. If he could, he'd have a tracker implanted in Will's neck. "I understand Jack." Hannibal waits until Will is out of ear shot before speaking with him about what they both have been waiting to say. "I hope we both can move on from what happened in the past Jack." Jack Crawford lets out a long breath and a small laugh. "I was about the say the same. I need you on this case as well Dr. Lecter. Well not on just this case. Let me rephrase that, I need you here for Will. If he's involved, then so are you. He's let me in that you've been the only one to pull him from that... state." Jack smiles up at Hannibal when he nods his head.

"I will be here for Will then. But Jack, if I advise something, then this time I ask that you respect my decision." Jack's smile fades quickly. "I understand Dr. Lecter." They both turn and begin walking up the path, Will's back up ahead of them on the trail. There were a few people hanging around the scene. Hannibal already knew what they would be investigating. He bit back a smile. He had learned from the news that a very gifted Will Graham was working on the FBI to catch the Minnesota Shrike. He had put this piece of art together for Will so he could see what it was that the Minnesota Shrike was doing. She also provided Hannibal with a lovely dinner.

Jack hung back while Hannibal walked forward towards Will. "What do you see Will?" Hannibal stood next to Will, looking over his own work of art. "Is it the Shrike?" Jack asked as he stepped up closer to the pair, irritating Hannibal.[/quote]

[quote="Killer_Kiwi_XD"]Will nodded when Hannibal said he would be coming with and then went on to explain the case. "Seven girls, all matching the same description. Same age, height, weight. Most of them picked up from colleges around the states. The one last night was the only body found… She was strangled in her bed but he didn't… keep her." Will sounded confused by this and then he carefully parted from Hannibal to drive to the crime scene. Will sighed as he drove and when he spotted Jack on the dirt road he stopped, pulling out a pill bottle, and popped an aspirin into his mouth. He was sure this was going to lead to a head ache. Will got out of his car and was pleasantly surprised to see that Hannibal was a rather distracting subject for Jack.

Will trudged up the path, his feet heavy, and watched as everyone lingered a few feet away and waited for him to do what he did. Will looked at the body and almost instantly he knew something was wrong. This wasn't right, this wasn't how the shrike killed, he didn't LEAVE things. He would display a body like this, that isn't what will had felt, this man wasn't about display and he wasn't about disgracing these girls either. Will crossed his arms over his chest, staring at the cut on the girls torso, and he tilted his head to the side.

Will jumped slightly when Hannibal came up beside him, his mind lost in the kill, and then he heard Jack. "No… no this isn't him. This isn't right this is… This is something else. The shrike he doesn't just KILL, he doesn't set his kills on display, and he wouldn't just… leave this girl here. He…" Will trails off. "He respects them too much for that. This girl, this kill, there was no respect. This was cruel and long. This was… this was art to this killer. The Shrike doesn't make art, or leave breadcrumbs he-…." Will stops. "He cares for the girls he kills… he respects them like they are taking the place of something… someone else." Will took a deep breath, staring at the girl on the antlers, and he had to rub his hand over his eyes to pull himself back.[/quote]

[quote="Mute Black Sheep"] Hannibal held back a smile as Will talks about the difference between the Minnesota Shrike and his own handy work. Good, he saw it all, he saw everything the Shrike did. It would clear up any confusion Will might have had about the Shrike. It was a favor that Hannibal had done for him. Made his life a little easier, given him all the answers he needed. "You said they are taking the place of someone else, who do you think he could be replacing?" Jack asks, stepping forward, minding the scene that separated him and Will. Hannibal stood behind Will, looking over his shoulder at the work in front of them.

Eyes traveled up from the work to Jack across from them. "Do you think you can get into this killer's head?" Hannibal asked quietly, watching Jack as he spoke to Will. The man was too busy looking at the body to pay any attention to them. "What do you think this killer is doing by this?" Hannibal asks now, looking back tot he girl in front of her. Chest cut open, lungs missing and various flesh and muscle torn off from the crows that had settled on her before she was found. Jack leans in to look at the large, gaping hole in her chest. He lips his lips to moisten them from the cold, dry air. "She wasn't dead when her lungs were cut out." Jack doesn't look at Will and the devil over his shoulder.

Hannibal looks from Jack to Will as the man rounds the body to stand near Will. Hannibal moves from Will to circle the body like he had done light night when the girl sat sniveling as he circled her. It's the thrill of the hunt. The chase if they put any up and the fight. It takes him back every time; he remembers how those men begged for their lives. Hannibal took so much joy in killing them. Making them suffer. One man he had kept alive while he disemboweled him. It was glorious. "Like always, there's not evidence, no trace of anything." Beverly Katz says after taking a closer look at the body. Hannibal is brought back from his trip down memory lane.[/quote]

[quote="Killer_Kiwi_XD"]Will stared at the body before him, hearing Hannibal's words at his shoulder, and as he stared at the body he knew he could get inside the killers head. Both Shrike and this one "This wasn't the Shrike… the shrike he.. he replaces them… for his daughter." Will swallows thickly. "Were looking for a girl, their height, weight, eye color. Probably around their age, and only child, about to leave home. The shrike… He has compassion for these girls this killer… he thought this woman was a pig." Will took a deep breath and stepped back. "Whoever did this, they were smart. And intelligent Psychopath. They left this here as a clue to show us, no, me all that the Shrike was doing. This was practically gift wrapped." Will took a deep breath and stepped back from the body. "That's all we'll get from this… who ever this copy cat is, we'll never catch him. He will probably never kill like this again." Will turned on his heal and headed away from the crime scene.

Why, why would a killer do this? Why would he show Will a way to get into the Shrikes head? What was the possible angle that would be given to them. Will didn't know and at the moment his head was aching to bad to care. Will headed for his car, not bothering to look back, and once there he slid into the seat. He needed some sleep while Jack searched for all the places the Shrike could have worked at that would have ended up with him leaving a metal shard on his last victim. Will waved to Hannibal, bidding him a slight farewell, as he got in his car and headed to his hotel room. He didn't even eat before he fell asleep and was graced with a nightmare.

Will was woken the next morning by a banging on his door, his head ringing slightly, and he stumbled to the door after the second knock, opening it wearing only his boxers and a T-shirt, and he was surprised to see a certain someone on the other side. Will bit back whatever blush threatened him as he looked at Hannibal, the man looking back, and he caught the man's eyes for the briefest of seconds before he stepped aside to let Hannibal inside.[/quote]

[quote="Mute Black Sheep"] Hannibal couldn't help but to look impressed. He was very impressed. Despite advising Will not to take this job, he did enjoy watching him hit every single nail on the head in the first shot. Hannibal looked over Jack and they exchanged looks. Jack's expression said 'I told you so.' Of course his would. Hannibal narrowed his eyes at Jack's retreating back. He made his way down the path, taking one last look at his hand work. As he made it to his car, Will was already heading off, getting a wave from him. Hannibal nods his head once in return and gets into his own car, driving back to his practice. He had more time left, another hour or so left before his next appointment. He brought himself lunch to eat in his office. While eating, he reads through the notebook that Hannibal had given Will to write in. All the pages are filled up and he begins his reading.

There is no mention of the stag anywhere in his notebook. He had mentioned it once and that was it and it was in person, before Will had gotten fired. It had seemed to important at the time and now, there was no trace of it. Will's dreams had changed since his first notebook. They are more detailed, more tortured and tired. It has been really weighing down on Will. After he finishes his lunch, Jack calls Hannibal to let him know that he wants him to go with Will to look into a lead. A construction site where the metal shaving had matched up to. Jack said he has some other business that he has to attend to and cannot go alone. Hannibal gladly accepts his offer.

He feels it. This is it. Will has everything laying out in front of him, the puzzle is just about done. He only needs one piece left amongst thousands of mismatched pieces. A name. Will has this man, everything he has to know about him, everything that would prove his guilt. It would only be a matter of time before he finds his name in the employee files. That's all it's going to take. Hannibal smiles as he reads the notebook. Such a truly, interesting man. He is going to be a lot of fun, Hannibal can already tell. After his appointment, Hannibal heads home. While there, he cooks tomorrows breakfast and put it away in ceramic bowls, putting the lids on top and setting them in the fridge. There was enough lungs left over from that girl.

In the morning, Hannibal heads over to the hotel Will is staying at. Jack has already given Hannibal Will's room number. Knocking on the door, he waits until Will opens the door. "Good morning Will. May I come in?" He asks, a strap over his shoulder, the plain, black bag hanging at his side. He notices Will's attire, of course he woke him and he looks delicious in such little clothing. Hannibal smiles at the quick eye contact and walks in when Will steps aside. "I brought breakfast. You'll need your strength." Hannibal sits down at the small table in the room. He pulled out the two containers, setting them on the table along with the thermos of coffee. As Will fetches some plates, forks and cups that the hotel has around, he uncaps the thermos. "Eggs and sausages. I don't put anything into my body that I haven't personally prepared." He opens one of the containers, setting it in front of Will while he opens his own. "Jack will not be joining us today. He has a meeting that he must attend. We will be looking into the construction site that they have narrowed it down to."[/quote]

[quote="Killer_Kiwi_XD"]Will is a bit surprised when Hannibal mentions food but he motions the other to come in. Will decides not to worry about what he is dressed in, sure that it isn't a problem for Hannibal, and he starts looking around for the plates and such in the hotel room. Will comes back to the table and sets the things down in front of Hannibal before taking his seat, not even noticing their legs brush together thanks to the closeness of the small table. Will listens quietly to Hannibal as he speaks and he sighs, nodding his head. "That's probably for the best. I think I put Jack on edge at times." Will smiles a little at that, obviously not upset about the fact, and he takes a bit of his food. He makes a small humming noise in appreciation and chuckles.

"Pardon me if I don't your same reservations Dr. Lecter." Will chuckles slightly. Will sips at his coffee, enjoying the silence, and he stares out the window. "Would you do it Dr. Lecter?...I mean.. What the Shrike does. If you were faced with that kind of confliction? Would you kill innocent people to protect what you love from yourself?" Will sips at the coffee again "Never mind." Will sighs slightly. When the food is finished Will quickly escapes into the bathroom, glad he had showered the night before, and when he comes out he nods and follows Hannibal out to the car. It isn't a long drive for them and when they get to the construction site Will follows Hannibal into the building. The woman there seems nervous, and rude, and she doesn't want to help them.

She's defensive and she put's will on edge. Every question is met with some kind of retort instead of yes or no and when she starts chatting on the phone Will decides to tone her out completely. He doesn't realize when she starts speaking to him and Hannibal again, his eyes scanning over a paper, when he finds the name. "Jacob Hobbs… do you know if he has a daughter? About up to my shoulder, plain but pretty, auburn hair?" Another retort and Will sighs "Right… well do you have his address?" The woman rolls her eyes and turns to get it, after answering Hannibals questions, and then they are moving the files out to the car.

Hannibal tips a whole mess of papers over onto the ground, Will stifles a laugh, and then they are leaving and heading to collect Jacob Hobbs. When they get there Will realizes it's quite, too quite, and that's when the front door opens and he hears the screaming. Will instantly draws his gun, his heart racing, and then there she is. She's bleeding all over his hands and arms and he knows it's to late but he keeps trying to stop the blood. He knows it's too late already but he keeps trying and then she's gone and he knows Jacob Hobbs daughter is in the house and he can't let him hurt her so he draws his gun again even though he can feel shock setting in.

His limbs are shaking but his gun is steady and then he sees him, holding her with a knife to her throat, and Will is scared for her. Jacob pulls the knife but doesn't get as deep of a gash as he did on his wife and then Will is shoot him. Not once, not twice, he releasing the whole magazine into Jacob Hobbs body and he shoots him again when he's leaning against the cabinet just before he wants him to stay down. Will all but drops the gun as he runs over to the wounded girl but his hands are shaking and when he looks at Hobbs the man just keeps saying "See?" like Will is supposed to know something significant. Will can't breathe, and the girl can't either, and he feels her life slipping through his fingers. His whole body is shaking and jerking and then just like that Hannibal is there, clamping down on the wound, and the girl can breathe again.

Will shakes as he looks up at him, splattered in blood spray, and Will is just thankful it doesn't take the paramedics long to get there.[/quote]

[quote="Mute Black Sheep"]Hannibal chews slowly as Will asks him if he would kill to protect somebody he loves from themselves. That answer is simple. Yes. Of course he'd never answer it, ever. But the thought is nice. They spend some time talking with each other and once Will is dressed, they're both heading out. The place is small, there are boxes piled up on one another and file cabinets filled to the brim with files. Will and the woman talk for a bit, Hannibal asking a few questions here and there. As they start packing the boxes into the trunk, Hannibal carries one out, some files on top sitting nicely. He goes to hand the box to her, purposely tilting the box too far. The files slide off the top of the box over onto her and onto the muddy ground. She scoffs and glares at Hannibal. He catches Will's attempt at hiding a laugh and his smile. Hannibal smiles back at him. He goes back in to grab one final box. Easily picking up a tissue, he lifts the phone with it and presses the buttons with his knuckle.

He gets a young woman over the phone, she hands it off to Garret Jacob Hobbs. A few words are mentioned between them, nothing much. "They know." Hannibal ends the call then grabs the last box, taking it out to the car. The ride of their home is quite and filled with tension, all of it coming off of Will. As they pull up, the whole place doesn't feel right. There's something there. The front door flies open and a woman comes out, hands bloody as she grasps at her throat. Hannibal remains calm as Will rushes out, gun drawn. He tries to save her, but there is very little that can be done for her. Leaving the car, Hannibal calmly walks past her and into the house. Just before he reaches the kitchen, he hears a whole round of shots go off. As he come into the kitchen, Garret Jacob Hobbs dies and Will is bent over the young women who's bleeding from the side of her neck. Hannibal can hear Will repeating no, no, no over and over until he comes over. Kneeling, he places his hand firmly over the wound on her neck and lifts her head. She's able to breathe easier now. Will is covered in blood. Splatter over his face and shirt and his hands are drenched in it.

Hannibal takes a moment to look over to the man and take him in as he is. When the paramedics come, Hannibal lets them take over, taking Will by his upper arm to lead him out of the way. "Let's get you clean up before going to the hospital." Hannibal grabs a kitchen towel to wipe his hands off on. Leading the shaking man out, Hannibal drives them back to the hotel Will is staying at. He can tell that Will is still shaken up but is better when he leads him into the hotel room. "Go take a shower." Hannibal nods towards the bathroom. The knobs to the shower squeak on and he can hear the shower curtain close. He's alone now, with the memory of Will covered in blood and him scrubbing it off in the shower right now. Hannibal leans against the closed bathroom door, listening to him in the bathroom. His right hand moves down to his growing erection, palming it through his pants. Undoing the button and zipper, Hannibal frees himself to start stroking with his ear pressed against the door. Light brow eyes slide close as he thinks about Will completely covered in blood, a twisted smile on his face and a body at his feet.

Hannibal's breath catches in his throat as he strokes faster, pressing his head into the door. It's quite the image in his head. Hannibal catches a groan coming from the other in the shower, only getting him more excited. So such a noise could come from a tortured man. Hannibal's hips buck in motion with his hand, they move faster as he comes closer to the edge. He hears another groan and he almost looses it. Grabbing a tissue from the night stand, Hannibal strokes himself a few more times before cumming into the tissue. He cleans himself up and tosses the tissue then washes his hands in the pathetic excuse of a kitchen. He's had time to come down from that high. When the shower is shut off, Hannibal is seat at the table, simply waiting for Will as he goes over the images in his head of Will.[/quote]

[quote="Killer_Kiwi_XD"]Will doesn't know what to do with himself as he watches the ambulance take the girl away. He wants to go with but then Hannibal is grabbing his arm and leading him away. Will wants to protest but at the same time he doesn't because he knows he should get cleaned up. Will let's Hannibal lead him away and take him back to the hotel room, he lets him guide him to the shower, and in all the tension he almost forgets himself. Will wants to take Hannibal with him, and outlet for the stress, but after a few moments he clears his head and slips away silently.

He slides into the shower and it starts by accident really, nothing but a brush in the wrong place, but Will wants to block his mind from all the blood and horror and so he does the one thing that keeps him from thinking all together. He doesn't know Hannibal is on the other side of the door listening to him, he doesn't know how clear the sound of the water move is, or how obvious it makes what he is doing. Will just pulls at himself to forget everything, block it all from his mind, but what he isn't expecting is the sudden appearance of a certain doctor in his head as he pulls himself to completion.

The name dies before it has time to even formulate in Will's mind but he saw it there. Will knew it was the kindness that did it, the smiles, all of the help. He feels guilty for it, he doesn't know he shares in the sin, and as he steps out of the shower he can help but stare down at his hands in confusion. He doesn't know why he did it, but he did, and he wants to do ti again. He wants to let his mind run a bit rampant with it, to not just stroke but more, he holds himself back of course and then he gets his clothes on. He doesn't want to think about it, what he just did, so instead he smiles at Hannibal like nothing happened in the shower. His smile is damaged though, worn, and he still trembles like a leaf. What was that comment about fine china?

Will is sure he has a few chips and crack as they go to see Abigail Hobbs, the poor girl is in a coma, and Will ends up sitting by her bedside with Hannibal well into the night, Will refuses to leave, and it's only the presence of Hannibal that keeps him sane. He falls asleep in the hospital room on the couch, curled up and a jacket that's not his, and he dreams of the stag. It walks the halls, looking in the rooms, and at the end of the hall it turns back to Will with Abigail Hobbs impaled on its antlers. Will jerks awake not much later, not even sure if he is alone with Abigail, and he silently wonders where Hannibal could have gone without his coat.[/quote]

[quote="Mute Black Sheep"]Unlike Will, Hannibal is sated. He's been holding back on himself for some time now, not on purpose but because he often gets caught up while harvesting organs and chasing down his kills. He's more like an animal while chasing somebody down. Usually it's very calm, careful and he has a level head but when they run, it sparks something in him and the chase is on. As Will walks out of the bathroom, dressed and still shaken up, his smile looks to shake as it tries to keep its shape. Hannibal stands and leads them both from the hotel. The drive is silent, Will still shakes in the passenger's seat. Hannibal can smell all the different emotions run through him.

As they arrive at the hospital, they both walk in, Hannibal after Will. The nurses at the front desk had been informed that they would be there to see Abigail. Nodding, a nurse leads the pair into a single room. They door had been closed to keep prying eyes away and people out. Hannibal looks to Will first, relishing his reaction to the pale girl. It is a treat to see Will's empathy working right before his eyes. A chair on either side of the girl is place by Hannibal, he taking up the chair at her right side, Will in the other at her left. He takes up her cold, weakened hand in his own. It is and it isn't a front. The girl was alive because of them both. She was killed by her father and reborn from them both. Will killed the man that destroyed her and Hannibal keeping her alive. Both of them bringing her back into this world. She was bound to them both now. Hannibal slowly ran his thumb over the back of his hand.

As it got later into the night, Hannibal remained at her side. While Will went to sleep on the couch, he remained awake. The room was cold, the ac circulating the air to keep it from getting stale. For a moment, Hannibal let's Abigail's hand go to stand and remove his jacket. Will is holding himself in his sleep, clearly cold from the air. His jacket is warm from sitting on his body for the whole day. He is giving Will his body heat to keep him warm, well what's left on his jacket. Resuming his place at the young woman's side, Hannibal takes her hand back and manages to get some sleep in the chair. It is the first night he and Will sleep in the same room. He doesn't sleep long and when he wakes, Hannibal cannot find sleep again. His hand is cramped from holding onto Abigail's. It is much warmer thanks to the transfer of his body heat to her. Standing, he shifts his body, loosening any other knots from sleeping in the straight back hair. Some coffee would do him good and it would do Will some good.

Looking to the sleeping man, Hannibal can see his brows furrow. Dreaming. He will ask him about it later. Hannibal comes back a few minutes after Will has woken up, two cups of coffee in his hands. "You're up." He sounds surprised when he really isn't. Once Will is sitting up, Hannibal hands him the cup of coffee and sits himself next to the male. "I spoke with a nurse. She said that she'll make it, these past few hours being her most dangerous." Hannibal lifts the cup to his lips, blowing at the surface of the black coffee to cool it before taking a careful drink.[/quote]

[quote="Killer_Kiwi_XD"]Will is sitting up holding Hannibal's coat when he comes back and the coffee is a very pleasant surprise. The brunette opts to trade the others jacket for the coffee and he gives him a small, thankful, smile without meeting his eyes. Will is still tired, and he can feel a headache coming on, so he pulls the pill bottle from his pocket and takes one with his coffee. Dual purpose pills for him, ones Jack said would help, pain relievers and suppressants. Alana had said they were not good for him, not to take as often as he does, but she said that he needed them. Will looks at his watch, checking to see the time, and remembers he didn't use his soap the night before when Hannibal had taken him back to the motel.

It's mildly concerning but Will knows that no one would be able to tell what he really is, not unless they know the distinct difference in his scent, and so he should be good to hide for a while longer. He doesn't remember why he didn't use the soaps, he guesses it was because of the shock, but at the same time he knows it was because he didn't want Hannibal to know. Jack had told him not to let anyone catch on to him being… what he was. Will leans back in his seat and stares at Abigail, her chest just barely rising and falling, and he worries.

She doesn't look any paler, anymore sick, but she doesn't look like she is getting better. The nurses had come and traded the blood fusion bag for a normal IV bag but still she didn't move. It's disconcerting to watch her just lay there and sleep and the part in him that he is trying to hide can hardly stand it. He wants to go over and try to wake her up, to pat her cheek and comfort her much more than he should considering the role he has, but he knows he can't so instead he just sits and watches her. "Has she gotten any better Dr. Lecter?" Will doesn't look at the man when he addresses him, he is to intent on Abigail, and in then his attention is drawn away when he hears the door to the room open.

Alana is standing there, staring at Hannibal, and then she is over by Will and her strong perfume is masking his scent. She did it on purpose, Will can tell, because she knows him and know about what happened. Will is thankful for it, even though he knows there is no one of threat in the room, he doesn't know like Alana does.[/quote]

[quote="Mute Black Sheep"] It had been a while since the last time he was this close to Will. If he remembered correctly, the last time was when he was telling Will the story of God. He was right behind him then. Despite Hannibal's incredible sense of smell, all he smelled on Will was that same Beta smell. It was a shame really. Such a beautiful creature was wasted and yet, Hannibal couldn't help but being attracted to him, to feel that pull he had towards him. He himself, was a thoroughbred, the highest of the high. He was a well known name, status, money, a well secured job. He had everything and more to provide enough for an Omega and yet, he hadn't taken one yet. Not one, two three or four, which he was entitled to.

Hannibal had folded his jacket, setting it aside on the couch. He wouldn't need it. Hannibal glanced over to Will, the ac blowing over them. His Beta scent is pushed into Hannibal's face. It is just as he knows it, but there is something so much more to it. Hidden in his scent. His brows quirk the slightest at the male's scent. Will's words pull him from his thoughts and direct them towards Abigail. "Her body has accepted the blood. Her body will recover, but I fear for her mental stability." His eyes are trained on Abigail, even when the door opens and Will's sister comes right in to hug the Beta at his side. Hannibal stands to let her sit next to her brother. Alana is a Beta, so it's natural that Hannibal assumes that Will is as well. It isn't uncommon for paired Betas to give birth to an Omega as well.

Walking to Abigail, he touches her hand again. It is much warmer than it was before. She looks better even now. She is still so pale and fragile looking, but some color has returned to her face. A relief really to see this. Looking to the clock on the wall, Hannibal turns to the siblings on the couch. "I must be going, please Will, keep me updated on her progress." He smiles to Will and nods to Alana and leaves, leaving his jacket still folded neatly on the couch. He still has appointments he must attend. Though after a few hours at work, Jack shows up at his office, asking to speak with Hannibal. Letting him in, he takes a seat on one of the consulting chairs. "Thank you, for yesterday. For being there with Will and helping save Abigail's life." Jack smiles at Hannibal, while he nods at Jack with a small smile. "Of course." Jack clearly isn't here to just thank him for yesterday. "I need to ask you a huge favor Dr. Lecter. I'll be needing you more on these cases, the cases Will are involved in that is. He's really responded well to having you there with him. He... I promised Alana that I wouldn't let him get too close and he has this case.

I worry about his mental state. I know it's a lot to ask of you, but we can pay you for your services with the FBI and continue to consult Will while on the cases, well, on and off the cases." Hannibal simply smiles. This is perfect. Jack is giving him more time to mould Will in just the way he wants to. Though he can have him, Will will never belong to him. It wouldn't be his right to stake claim over the male. But as long as he can keep him close, then that's all that matters. "I gladly accept Jack." Hannibal nods, smiling as Jack smiles and laughs, shaking his hand and leaves. It would mean less time at the office, but so much more time to twist Will in the most beautiful way he can think of.[/quote]

[quote="Killer_Kiwi_XD"]Will is glad to hear that Abigail is better and he knows that he can take his eyes off of her. She won't break without him looking and her heart won't stop either, it was a relief really. Will looks up when Hannibal say's that he needs to leave and he watches the other get up and walk off without his coat. It isn't like Hannibal to just leave something like that, Will thinks, but then again the other man does seem distracted. Will and Alana stay for a while longer, his sister almost rubbing her perfume onto him, and by the time they both leave Will smells just like a Beta and more like his sister. Will is sure to grab Hannibal's coat so that he can return it to him later.

Will is free for the next few day's from work, but he isn't free from his mind, everyone is waiting for Abigail to wake so that she can tell them about what happened to the bodies… everyone but Will that is. Will is just waiting for her to wake up so she can smile and nod look like a ghost. She's still to young to identify with what she is, Will thinks he knows she'll be an Omega like the other girls, so he feels the need to protect her. Jack warns him, tells him he's getting to close, and Will tells him he doesn't care. Will misses Hannibal every time, their shifts of watching Abigail seeming to end just before the other arrives, and when the next case hit's Will hasn't seen Hannibal in a week.

Will goes to Hannibal's office, the other mans coat in his hand, and he fidgets in earnest as he stands there. He ran out of his soap and between the case and trying to sleep without a nightmare Will hasn't had the time to get more. He knows he needs too, but he has the pills, and most Alphas are not strong enough to scent it on him. Will fidgets when Hannibal opens the door and looks down "A new case came up. Jack wants you with me on this one and, also… here is your coat back. I would have given it back sooner but we kept missing each other at the hospital." Will doesn't mention how, after a bad nightmare, he had found the coat and pressed it to his nose to calm down. It was an awkward thing to mention… but he also doesn't notice how it spread his scent all over it. I the heat of a fevered dream, when his meds had worn off.[/quote]

[quote="Mute Black Sheep"]Hannibal doesn't get a call from Jack, so he is to assume that there haven't been any recent cases. Though Jack still keeps in contact with Hannibal about Will's well being. Even a few times, he comes into his office to personally speak with him face to face. It slowly ebbs away the tension they had, well Hannibal leads Jack into thinking that. He doesn't want Jack to be irritated with him so he smiles more and relaxes more in the man's company. It lulls Jack into a false sense of security, he lets Hannibal in more on Will. It's been almost a week since he left the hospital and Will. He still goes in to see her, taking shifts with Will. Though despite that, they never see each other. Always just missing each other. Abigail has truly improved though she is still in a coma. It's hard to tell when she'll wake, all they need to do is have patience with her recovery.

After a meeting with Jack, Hannibal sits back at his desk to continue with reading Will's note book. There really isn't much left, but he still keeps reading over it, even when he has read it all already. Hannibal notices it in himself, this behavior. It's become almost obsessive. He stops reading Will's notebooks and idly drawing him in his free time at his office. It helps him, clears his head and sets himself back on the track he had laid out for himself. His resolve almost breaks at the sight of Will in his office. "Will." Hannibal steps aside to let him into his office, closing the door behind him. His secretary looks in at the pair as the door obstructs her view of her boss. "Thank you. I had a lot on my mind that day." It was partial truth. "What is this case about?" Hannibal asks Will, setting his coat on the rack to take home with him later. While Will's back is turned, he takes a small sniff of his jacket. His own scent has been replaced with Will's familiar scent.

"I am sure Jack has told you that he's asked me to be present whenever possible on the cases you work." Hannibal stands near his desk, his hand pressed firmly to the polished wood. Slowly, he pushes the paper under a stack of others. A drawing he had been working on. He wondered one night while laying in bed what Will would look like mounted on the antlers of a stag. Blood pouring profusely from each puncture wound, spilling down ivory antlers, staining them, forever making them with Will's blood. He could see them slowly take on a deep crimson color in his mind. The picture is hidden under the stack of papers and Hannibal moved forward a little more. "Why don't you tell me about this case?"[/quote]

[quote="Killer_Kiwi_XD"]Will isn't surprised to hear that Jack has asked Hannibal to consult on Will… while Will is consulting. He also isn't surprised that Jack hasn't bother to tell him because that is how Jack is. The man seems more concerned with just getting Will in and keeping him sane rather than making sure he is comfortable. Will guesses it is alright because at least Jack is trying to keep him sane. Will looks up at Hannibal, sees him moving papers, and shifts his eyes to look at a point just past Hannibals right temple. It facilitates the look of eye contact without the actual need of hindrance of eye contact. Will finds he doesn't have to worry much about Hannibal trying to force the contact from him, because Hannibal knows, and so he relaxes a bit and shifts his gaze a little slower than usual.

"He didn't tell me. I wouldn't expect him too, Jack likes to have his secrets." Will sighs and sits on the lounge like chair, removing his shoulder bag and setting it next to him. "A man was found murdered with his.. intestines wrapped around his neck like a noose. That was the first murder. The man had a history of being clinically depressed and had tried to hang himself once before. His eyes were open and he was smiling when he was found. The killer… he strangled him before killing him, let him die the way he had wanted to before, but there wasn't a rope and it was almost like he was… respecting his need to die hung or something like that." Will runs a hand through his hair.

"The second death was just this morning… he had slit a woman's wrists, again clinically depressed, then pulled out one of her ribs and took the time to carve it to a point and jam it into one of the wrists. The woman was smiling as well." Will sighs lowly. "This killer is confusing, random, it's like… he knows that suicide is wrong so he kills them for them. He gives them that joy and then he uses their own bodies as the death weapon. He doesn't touch the bodies beside that, there is no anger, I just don't get why he would do this. He obviously isn't effected by the deaths, he takes the time to do them the right way, but he also has little to no medical experience from the look of the cuts he made.[/quote]

[quote="Mute Black Sheep"]Hannibal's hand slowly slides from the polished desk as he moves to sit in one of the consulting chairs, easing himself in and looking across to Will who has made himself comfortable. As Will begins to talk about the case, Hannibal tilts his head ever so slightly at the descriptions. It isn't his handy work, if it was, there would be organs missing. "Your killer sounds religious Will." Hannibal moves his hands to his lap, faintly reminded of his self indulgence in the hotel room Will had been sleeping in and showering in. "It is always said that those who condemn themselves, take the work of God in their own hands and end their being have no place in heaven. Though in the bible, it does not come right out and say it, it is implied.

Another example is in the divine comedy where Dante Alighieri writes about his trip into hell, not condemned, but guided by the hand of Virgil. They visit each layer and circle of hell. The seventh circle is about violence and the middle ring belongs to the suicides and profligates. The suicides are transformed into gnarled trees which harpies break off branches. It causes them pain, they scream and cry in pain while they bleed from where their branch has been broken. They cannot move and their own corpses hang from their thorny branches, forever reminding them of who they used to be." Hannibal is up on his feet, slowly pacing his office as he speaks. "There is no rest of suicides, no peace and no place in the divine. Your killer does not want these people to suffer through that fate, he may want them to ascend and find their place in heaven because they have had their lives stolen from them. Though he himself, is condemned. It is possible that he feels that he is doing them a favor, the work of God." Hannibal stands near Will, hands resting comfortably at his side.

"The woman from today, you said her rib was broken off. The rib of Adam perhaps?" He is just giving his insight to what Will has told him about the case so far. "Does Jack need us on a scene?" Hannibal asks Will before taking back his seat. He doesn't know if Will has been to the scene of the crime yet. "Have you gotten into his mind yet Will? Try to see his design? His way of thinking?"[/quote]

[quote="Killer_Kiwi_XD"]Will is silent as he listens, his head hanging, and he takes a deep breath in thought. It makes sense, perfect sense, and Will wonders how he had not seen it before. It is a man releasing others of their sin, bidding them into a better life since the one they have they cannot live with. He is giving them an escape and saving them from sin. Will loses himself in thought for a moment, as Hannibal finishes, and it takes him a few ticking minutes to come back to his head. "Jack will need me at the crime scene, they haven't moved the body yet, but he wanted me to get you and fill you in. I haven't gotten in the killers mind yes but I think you just opened the door." Will stands, grabbing his bag, and waits for Hannibal before leaving.

They drive together to the scene, the house is cut off and not even the neighbors stand on the street anymore. It's a small place, there are toys in the front yard, A man stands with a son and a daughter off to the side and Will has to grit his teeth. He is careful as he steps into the house, careful as he goes to find Jack, and he is careful as he stands in front of the body and waits for everyone to leave. He doesn't notice Hannibal staying, the man is such an integral part that it doesn't matter anymore, and he closes his eyes.

The pendulum swings once, then twice, then a third time and he is standing outside the house late at night. There is one light on, the living room light, and he can see her sitting in the kitchen crying. She looks like a broken angel sitting there, she is so unhappy, and he knows he can give her relief. He can save her from this horrible life and the damn nation of hell at the same time. He doesn't break into the house, just knocks on the door, and when she answers he says something that he doesn't say and her eyes light up in a glimmer of hope, a smile on her face. The smile stays as he enters the home and he lays her down in the kitchen. "I slit her wrists, she's very calm, she knows I want to help. It hurts a little but I pet her hair to make it okay-" Will notice the blood in the woman's hair. "She doesn't feel anything as she drifts off. I know they will find her, they need to know, I did this because she let me. She was happy, I save her, removed the sin from her… so I cut out her rib. The one god born her from. It doesn't take long to sharpen." Will stares down at his handy work on his head, not noticing the tremors in his own body.

"I need them to see I am helping. They need to know I am getting rid of the pain, not hurting, I am trying to save… this is my design." Will slowly comes back to himself, still standing in the same spot and having been completely silent or so he thinks. When Jack come in Will is rubbing at his eyes. "He stroked her hair, while she was dying. He wasn't wearing gloves, he doesn't need to, he thinks we won't look for him if we know he's "saving" them. He thinks he's doing god's work." Will looks to Hannibal "You were write about the rib. He removed it as a way to remove the sin it's self. Cut it from her body so she could go to heaven. Were looking for a man well versed in the bible, but not a pastor, a person with a history of being clinically depressed and most likely having tried to commit suicide several times. He'll be alone most likely, no living family left to help him, he'll be someone who knows these people and their battle with depression but not someone who councils them." Will looks down at his watch "He'll most likely be in confession right now."[/quote]

[quote="Mute Black Sheep"]A smile graces his face as something in Will clicks and he looks more alive than he did when he first walked into his office. Hannibal simply follows Will out after making a quick stop at his desk grabbing the paper he had stuffed under the others. Crumpling it, he tosses it into the waste basket. Hannibal drives them both to the crime scene, the areas tapped off. Will is out quick and Hannibal follows in calmly, glancing to the man and the two children who might be the woman's family. The sight does not faze him, their tear stained cheeks and the children gripping to the man's shirt does nothing for him. His walls are high and no matter how much the young girl looks like Mischa, he does not let it reach him. His face is a mask and his eyes are blind to the young girl's face.

Stepping into the house, he is greeted with the smell of stale blood and the faintest hint of the chemicals that were used to look for prints. Will is already lost to the world when he's behind him. Hannibal means to intervene in case Will cannot return from his head. It is a few minutes that Will's in there and as he comes back, Hannibal is stepping out from behind him to circle to body, looking at her smiling face and the cut in her side where the rib had been reached and broken. "It's sloppy." Hannibal says to anybody listening. The cut is jagged and there had to be a lot of shaking on the man's behalf. If he believes that he is doing God's job then he would be proud, not scared. "He might have Parkinson's disease. His hands had to be shaking violently to be making these cuts. If it's progressed enough, then it would explain the depression. He would also have dementia, sensory, sleep and emotional problems."

Hannibal rises to his feet, running his hands down the front of his coat, smoothing out the lapels. Hannibal nods once to Will when he mentions the ribs. "Possibly fifty or older." He chimes in with Will. Jack nods at them both. He turns to Jimmy Price and points to the body. "I want prints off her hair, even partials if you can, whatever you can get to narrow down the suspects." Jack looks around the room until he finds Beverly Katz. "I want you to call back to the office and tell them to run a search on the surrounding churches and youth groups. Christian and Catholic churches. We are dealing with a man that knows the bible. You two." Jack turns back to Will and Hannibal. "Once we get a list of the surrounding churches, I want you to go to each of them and ask around for a man fitting Hannibal's description. Fifties, with possible Parkinson's. If the church is in then look for him in there. Like you said Will, confessions. We need to know if he's confessed to any of the crimes yet." Jack turns to leave, patting Will's shoulder as he passes.[/quote]

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A/N: I certainly hope you enjoyed and PLEASE review! Feel free to belittle my Will performance in these early stage but THANKFULLY I have gotten a bit better. Also-... CLIFF HANGERS BISHES!... Okay not bishes. I love you all! Also Beverly is mentioned as being a part of the team in this one as well as being a teacher at Wills school. DON'T PANIC, this will be explained alright? Just not yet.