Chapter 3

Bleu-green eyes set upon the scene in front of them, registering what was happening.
"Dr. Lecter? What are you... Is that..?" Staring in disbelief at her guardians she tilted he head, hair framing her mildly confused face. Abigail clenched her jaw and gathered the courage to break the awkward silence, clearing her throat as she spoke.

"What are you doing?"

Looking past Hannibal she eyed Will for a answer but Lecter beat him to it with his usual confident professional tone.

"Merely dealing with bodily cravings"

Dark eyes loomed over the cursing man behind him. In clear contrast to Will's embarrassment Hannibal was shameless almost proud. Dr. Lecter quite liked the younger men touch. Hands soft, reckless, inexperienced. Fumbling at buttons where he was much more clear on the subject at hand.

"Why are you here Abigail?"

She glared at the older man and merely said "I have nightmares again." The girl looked away and touched the books on the selves that where packed neatly away. "It's getting worse."
Hannibal watched her walk to the ladder. "I told you this before, your condition is the reason. It will be over soon."

"You told me this countless times and it did change a thing." her voice was slight anger and her eyes where fixed on Dr. Lecter face. He was rather not impressed by it "Abigail come down" he said while he waved his hand towards the ladder. But before the dark haired girl could reply – or refuse – there was another voice protesting from the doctor's chair.

They younger men had a slightly confused expression on his face and his voice was a little out of tune. "What condition? what is going on, why don't I know about this?" He looked at Hannibal back, eyes fixed on the doctor as he continued: "I want to know what going on with Abigail at all times." He felt a rage coming up like a storm that was waiting to start at any moment.

Hannibal turned towards Will and looked him in the eye, then gave him a little smile while he walked up to the desk. He saw the rage in his friend eyes, but ignored it. He picked some pencils form the ground that had fallen off the table during their passionate encounter just now.

"What a mess, William" Dr. Lecter said in a slight whisper, just loud enough to be heard by Will. He saw the man embarrass expression who tried to hide his face to turn it away in another direction as Will turned his face away. Hannibal rather enjoyed the younger man's shame as he remembered their shared body heat.

"Just tell me" Will gritted out through his teeth. Dr. Lecter was fascinated by the concern he had for Abigail.

"We've kept it quiet because you have other matters on your mind that require more attention." The men in the leather chair always captivated his attention in a way he could not quite understand. His reaction to the subject of Abigail's well-being were always loaded with so many emotions. However, despite his frustration, the face in front of him was expressionless, the complete opposite from just a few minutes ago, when he had been swept up by lust. Oh no, wait, there it is a twitching eyebrow. Hannibal smirked while he watched Will's face, how the rage came out off his mouth.

"Abigail is more important then that," Will jumped up from the chair and his face finally registered anger. "Next time I want to be the first one to know if something is wrong with her." His eyes where fixed on Lecter and if he could spit fire, he would not have hesitated to use it on Hannibal.

"That is what dad always used to say," a small voice from above reminded them that Abigail was actually there, listening to them discuss her.

Will flinched at her words sat down again and kept silent. His fragile body was shaking with the memory of shooting her father. Hannibal saw Will having a flashback, turned back to Abigail and asked her once again to come down. This time she did so without contradiction.

"Listen Abigail, your dreams are merely a fraction of what your dad did too you. I've asked you before to write them down and show them to me in two weeks." He looked her in the eye reassuringly and walked her to the door to the waiting room. "I will check on you as soon as possible," he promised and gave her a little smile. " For now, please go home and get some rest before Doctor Bloom thinks I stole her patient again." He had made sure Will couldn't hear him mention Alana. "You will be fine."

She nodded and thanked him. He closed the door behind her and turned around towards Will, who was caught somewhere between shock and anger now, staring blankly in front of him.