Sorry it took me a while to update, I have been busy with work, Christmas and other things. I also had a bad case of writers block!
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Will awoke, it was obviously still night- his room pitch black. Frowning he rolled over onto his side, he didn't know what had awakened him so suddenly; he was just glad it wasn't another of his nightmares.
Settling back down, his head twitched slightly as he heard the creak of a floorboard from outside his door.
He laid still as he listened, the sound of hushed voices and then the sound of Hannibals' door opening before a crash of something breaking.
Sitting up quickly, he got out of bed and walked carefully over to his own door; his breathing heavy and hands shaking.
Pressing an ear to the door he listened again, still hearing a scuffle in Hannibals' room he quickly opened his door- just in time to see his friend get stabbed.
Breath catching in his throat he ran toward, and down, the stairs, heading straight to the kitchen where he grabbed one of Hannibals' knives. What he was doing he didn't know, surely getting out of the house would of been the better idea? The heat of the moment urged him to grip the knife tightly, his knuckles white.
Holding the knife up in front of him he stood behind the kitchen island, keeping it between himself and the door as he heard one of the two people approaching it.
"Will….?"
Will frowned at the darkened-out person, all he could see was a dark figure standing in the doorway.
"Will, wake up… It's me, Hannibal."
He shook his head, not believing a word the person was saying to him. He'd just seen them kill Hannibal, this was not him.
Feeling a hand on his shoulder, he spun round quickly; thrusting the knife into the person's stomach, to the hilt.
His breathing got heavier as he looked up slowly into their face, a small sound of despair coming from his own mouth as he backed away- leaving the knife buried in his stomach, his own stomach.
Suddenly the lights came on, blinding him completely.
Opening his eyes he squinted around himself, and noticed he was sitting on one of the breakfast bar stools; running a hand over his face, he felt confused.
"Will, are you okay?"
Drooping his head to the side he noticed Hannibal bent over, studying him.
"You're alive…." He said, feeling himself smile a little. "That's good."
Hannibal raised an eyebrow and placed a hand on the younger males forehead. "You don't seem to have a fever, are you aware you were sleepwalking ?"
Will ran a hand over his face again as he started to shake of his delusional state, things were slotting into place now.
"I haven't slept walked for years… not since I was a teenager. I guess it comes with the nightmares."
Hannibal straightened, a small look of concern on his face. "Nightmares? You never mentioned any nightmares before Will."
"I don't need to tell you everything…I haven't even known you that long." Will grumbled.
"But we know each other enough to rely on one another no?" Hannibal said, placing a hand on Wills shoulder, giving it a squeeze.
Will didn't shrug it off, he knew Hannibal was right; he was just acting like a stubborn child. Maybe speaking to someone and relying on them could help him get through this.
"Come, let us go back to bed, it is only three in the morning."
Nodding Will got to his feet, giving the kitchen a quick sweep with his eyes as he remembered over and over the night terror he'd just gone through.
Once they'd finally gotten back up the stairs, Will a little wobbly on his feet; Hannibal grabbed his arm and pulled Will toward his own room.
"I think you should sleep the rest of the night with me."
Will blinked a couple of times, letting the suggestion sink in. "It's fine...There's no need to go that far. I don't want to disturb your space."
Hannibal raised a brow slightly, he knew the other would feel awkward sharing a bed, but he was more concerned about the younger man wandering off again.
"I insist. I am a light sleeper Will, you won't be wandering off and a person close to you may help with these night terrors." He pulled the brunette into the bedroom without much effort.
Will stood frowning in the dimly lit room as Hannibal closed the door behind him. "I really don't think company will cure my problems."
Unresponding, Hannibal removed his dressing gown and hung it back on the en-suite door, revealing his black silk pajamas, with gold piped trim.
Frowning more, Will ran a hand through his hair in defeat; he wasn't going to win this war against Dr. Hannibal Lecter.
Watching as Hannibal sat on the bed, Will followed and did the same- pulling back the covers and slipping under them.
"That wasn't so hard now, was it?" Hannibal turned his side lamp off, plunging the room into darkness.
He turned onto his side, his back to the other male. Curling up slightly as he felt Hannibal getting into bed; He hadn't shared a bed with anyone for a couple of years, much less another man.
"Goodnight Will."
"G'night….."
He'd slept a hundred times better after moving into Hannibals bed that night, even though it had made him feel extremely awkward.
In the morning he'd awoken to the smell of cooking, and came down to a serving of bacon, eggs and toast. After, Hannibal drove them to Wills place where he packed clothes and all the necessaries he needed for the rest of the week.
He felt that Hannibal was doing far too much for him, he hated being such a burden; not that the other man had mentioned he was such a thing.
Frowning he closed the book he'd been trying to read and placed it on the desk. He'd closed himself in Hannibals study while the man filmed the last of his tv cooking show; he didn't feel like showing his face to the crew just yet.
Spinning in the swivel office chair for a few seconds he finally sighed and got to his feet, he was bored and his hands were aching to do something.
Opening the door a crack he peeked out, hearing the chatter of people he closed it again. He wasn't going to risk coming out of the room, only to get caught in an awkward conversation with someone.
Sighing heavily and frowning, Will plonked himself back into the desk chair, spinning round in it once again.
He'd love to go fishing, or volunteer at the local dog shelter again, anything but sit here.
Hearing a knock at the door he stopped spinning abruptly, almost tipping the chair over with him in it.
"...Come in." Will hesitantly called out
He braced himself as the door opened, a face he didn't particularly want to see entering.
"Hello Will." Jack Crawford said as he entered the room, closing the door behind himself. "Here, I was told to bring this in with me."
He held out a cup of coffee. Will took it, a small smile on his lips; At least he knew Bev was still looking out for him.
"I read the Tattler yesterday. I'm sorry, it couldn't of been easy seeing that." Jack said as he stood, looking down at Will.
"I've had worse said about me. It was just a shock, having my private life aired to my work colleagues and friends. I may have overreacted slightly though, and now I'm shut in here thinking over my actions." Will said as he sipped the coffee, grateful for the warm liquid running through his body.
"Dr. Lecter said you're staying here for a short while. It's not a bad idea, what with Lounds snooping around, and possibly the Ripper."
Will frowned slightly, glancing up at Crawford. "What has the Ripper got to do with this?"
Crawford grabbed a spare chair from the corner and sat facing Will, a serious look on his face.
"You and I both know a serial killer is proud of their work, to have the glory and limelight taken by someone else...Well, it wouldn't make them happy one bit."
"So you're saying you think the Ripper is going to come after me?" Will scoffed, raising his eyebrows as an amused smile turned his lips.
"I think that's highly unlikely Agent Crawford."
"We both know you're not stupid, you've already thought about this haven't you?" Jack smiled slightly, sitting forward in his seat. Just the thought of seeing the young prodigy shine again excited him a little.
"It crossed my mind...I've seen the news reports, even if the information is sparse anyone can tell his victims are random, I could hardly find any similarities between them." He pursed his lips as he remembered the nightmares he had been having, about his own 'victims.'
Jack continued to smile as he opened the bag he had with him, pulling out several folders.
"I could get in trouble for this." Crawford said as he held out the files.
Staring at them for a minute, Will grit his teeth before taking them. He could guess what they contained before even opening them.
Abigail Hobbs was printed on the top folder. Taking a deep breath he slowly opened it, welcomed by pictures of her body, the scene and reports of what was found on and around her.
Graham felt his stomach lurch but held back the feeling of nausea as he looked over the pictures.
"Her kidneys, lungs and heart were taken…Trophies maybe." He mumbled to himself, running his finger over one of the cuts. "Straight and clean, surgical cuts."
Frowning he looked up at Jack Crawford. "I don't understand why you've given me this, I can't see anything that probably hasn't already been written in the report."
"We came up with the same answers. There must be more to it though, I just can't see it myself."
"And that's why you've given me these?" Will closed the folder and put it onto the pile with the other two. "I can't help you… I'm not trained for this, and this is illegal. I'm pretty sure you can't just give FBI files to anyone you like."
"Ah, but you're not just anyone. Keep them for now… Look over them, even if you can't see anything, I want to hear what you've got to say." Jack stood, pulling a card out of his coat pocket.
"Ring me on this number if you come up with anything, I'll be in contact either way." Placing the card on the folder pile he picked his bag up and left without another word.
Will was starting to regret his desire of something to do.
"Will? Did you hear me?...Are you sure you're ok?" Hannibal placed his knife and fork down, looking at Will in a concerned manner.
"Huh? Oh sorry, I was thinking." He had found himself drifting off into his own world since his earlier chat with Jack.
Frowning a little Hannibal picked his knife and fork back up and continued eating. "Do you not like kidney, Will?"
"Oh no, I do…" Will looked down at his plate and realised he hadn't touched his food at all. "I'm sorry, I'm not often like this."
Will started to eat, making sure to keep his focus in the real world. "What were you saying again?" Will asked.
Not answering for a minute or two, Hannibal looked the man opposite him, up and down. "I asked if you would like to come to a party with me tomorrow night."
"Party? Another charity thing?" Will made a face at the thought.
"No. Dr. Alana Bloom has invited the both of us to her birthday party. It's a formal gathering of course."
Dropping his knife and fork, Will stood suddenly. "Kidney….Sorry Hannibal, one second… I need to make an important call."
Lecter was taken aback at the sudden burst of energy that had hit Will. Getting frustrated he followed Will to the back door, standing just out of view as he listened to the burnettes conversation outside.
"Jack? It's Will. I don't think he's keeping the body parts as trophies, I think he's eating them…."
Hannibal had heard enough, going back to the dining table he started to clear away the half eaten food, the corner of his mouth twitching as he tried to decide whether he was angry or amused.
His entertainment, the 'treasure' he had found, had been stolen.
Taking the plates to the kitchen he started to scrape the wasted contents into the bin. Getting slightly more irritated at wasted food, he started to frown.
"Sorry about that Hannibal." Will called as he came back in the back door, not realising Hannibal was already in the kitchen.
Not looking up at the other male, Lecter continued to clean of the plates and place them into the dishwasher.
"You didn't need to clear this all away, I would still of eaten it…" Will said as he stood, watching the man; feeling so terribly guilty. He had been very rude, and to the man that had been looking after him no less.
Finally straightening up and closing the dishwasher, Hannibal turned and smiled ever so slightly at Will.
"I can't serve cold food to my guests." Liking the guilty look on the younger males face, he continued on. "Though I would very much like to hear what is bothering you, perhaps tea in the lounge and a chat is in need?"
Will didn't feel like he should tell anyone that he'd been given FBI files, but he also felt like he could trust Hannibal entirely.
"Sure. That sounds good."
"I see...That is indeed a very reckless move on Jacks part." Hannibal said as he placed his cup on to the coffee table. "And to ask such a thing of you, when he knows the grief you're currently going through."
" I know… But I want him caught. Have you ever wanted something so much, that you would do anything to get it?"
Hannibal didn't answer straight away, he sat back on the sofa, legs crossed; as he thought about that.
"In a way, but at the same time no." He'd always gotten what he'd wanted, be it killing someone or whatever else for it. But he couldn't say he'd ever fought so hard to get that something.
Both sat quietly for a while; Will frowning slightly, down at his knees.
Jigging his foot a few times, hannibal uncrossed his legs and got to his feet. "It's your decision, and I'll be here for as long as you want me."
Picking up the empty cups he walked out of the living room, hearing Wills clothes ruffle as he followed.
"Why do you do so much for me? I can't help but feel I'm in your way, or taking up your personal space."
Hannibal washed the cups in the sink, letting a slight smile grace his lips; Will was speaking a lot more than he usually did, tonight.
"That is what friends do, no? I wouldn't be much of a friend if I sat back and watched you suffer alone, Will. And as for my personal space, this house is big enough for the both of us. I like having guests." Though he admitted to himself, it was harder to hunt with Will around.
Will couldn't argue with that, he instead stood there watching Hannibal wash the cups; frowning once again.
"Oh, I've hired Miss Katz for the day tomorrow, she'll be taking you shopping." Hannibal said as he dried the cups and turned to face Will, the smile still on his lips.
"Me? What for?" The brunettes eyebrow raised as he looked back at Hannibal.
"Clothes of course, why else would I ask Miss Katz?" Hannibal was amused at the stupid question, and the others reaction. "And maybe a haircut, your mane is growing a little too out of control."
"I'm sorry, are you criticising my hair?" Will looked a little offended. "We can't all have perfect hair and clothes like you." He said sharply.
"I didn't mean to offend you, Will." A glint of obvious amusement shone in his eyes. "If you feel so strongly against getting your haircut, I wouldn't mind giving you a trim myself." His hand casually rose to run his fingers over the knife block on the kitchen island.
Will couldn't hold back the slight smile, shaking his head. "Fine, I'll get a trim...Because I'd rather not be bald."
"Good. Now shall we both get an early night?" Hannibal said as he started to walk out of the kitchen, making sure Will was following before turning the light off.