The last chapter will be posted up soon too. I'm sorry for always making you guys wait for so long and I know this is a short chapter! x

Will slowly blinked open his eyes, everything was blurry, sleep and the absence of his glasses clouding his vision. "Nngh…" He groaned. His attempt to sit up failing. He ached so much, his whole body felt like it was being weighed down by concrete blocks.

"Good morning, Will." A deep, familiar voice said. Turning his head he groggily looked at the person sitting next to his bedside. "You've been out for three days, I was beginning to wonder if you'd ever wake up."

"Jack…" Will managed to wheeze out. His throat felt sore, like he'd been swallowing razor blades.

The FBI agent got to his feet and poured a cup of water. Dropping a straw into the cup, he helped Will take a sip. "I need to ask you some questions, when you're feeling up to it. None of this is looking good for you, Will." Jack said, placing the cup onto the table and sitting again. "People are saying you were his accomplice. I think otherwise."

Will said nothing, just blinked and stared at Jack, unemotionally and unfocused. He didn't like the term accomplice, it wasn't like he had helped Hannibal Lecter kill anyone, but they had helped each other in different ways. "What's happening with Hannibal?" Will asked. His throat felt uncomfortable when he spoke, but he forced himself.

"He's being held in a highly secured location, we searched his home and found several pieces of evidence linking him to recent murders. He's definitely The Ripper."

Will didn't say anything to that, he was pleased that Hannibal hadn't escaped the clutches of the FBI. "Glasses…" He said. He didn't want to speak too much if he didn't need to. Though he was grateful as Jack placed them onto his face for him.

"We can leave the questioning for tomorrow. I'll inform them that you've woken up. Word of warning though, Will. I have agents on the door."

Will watched as Jack walked out of the room, leaving him alone. How would he even be able to run in this condition? He looked around the room, now that he could see. The decor wasn't much to look at, hospital decor never was. He was just glad he wasn't stuck in a white padded room. Frowning, he thought of Hannibal, alone in a white padded cell.

'No, I have no right to feel guilty. I did the right thing, he killed Abigail…' Will told himself in his head. His thoughts were scrambled, the events of the past months playing over in his mind. He didn't feel like he'd done the right thing at all. Had Hannibal Lecter had that much of an influence over him?

"Are you ready to tell me?"

Will nodded, it had been a few days since he'd last seen Jack. "I'd like to make a deal first... I tell you everything, if you let me see Hannibal Lecter."

Jack sighed and looked the brunette over. "I can't promise that. But I will try and make that happen, to the best of my abilities…"

Both of them sat in silence for a moment, the sound of the hospital machines breaking the quiet. Fishing into his pocket, Jack pulled out a recorder and placed it onto the table. Pressing the play button, he looked at Will. "Start when you're ready."

Will played with his fingers for a second, deciding where the best time to start would be. "We changed each other, complimented one another." He started. Eyeing the recorder as he spoke, to avoid any eye contact with Jack. "A darkness had been creeping up on me since Abigail… Hannibal had helped me more times than I can count on my fingers. It wasn't until you found Matthew Brown in my home, that I knew it had been Hannibal Lecter. He had been the darkness that was creeping up on me and slowly drowning me."

Will stopped for a second and smiled a little to himself. "I liked it." Still smiling he looked at Jack, though avoided eye contact. "I engulfed myself in that darkness and let him have what he wanted. It was the only way I could catch him."

THREE WEEKS EARLIER:

"Naverin D'Agneau." Hannibal placed the dish in front of Will. "A heartier meal for such a cold day."

Will looked down at the food that had been placed in front of him. As usual it looked like a work of art, presentation that only an expert could do. "...Thank you." Will said. Picking up his fork, he started to eat.

"It's good." He said. Will didn't dare ask WHO he was eating, and he didn't want to know.

Hannibal looked pleased. Will liked the little glint in the older mans eyes he got when he was happy.

Smiling a little, he continued to eat. He was fully aware how messed up this would look to someone else, eating a meal so casually, that he knew was human meat. Will couldn't help but feel a little happy, he liked this killers company.

"Do you have any plans for tomorrow, Will?" Hannibal asked.

"I was thinking of buying some clothes. I won't be able to pick any up from my house any time soon, and the ones I have here are getting over worn."

Hannibal smirked, amused by the fact he was the reason Will couldn't go home. "I'll come with you."

Will hadn't spent a penny. Hannibal had insisted on buying everything, including an expensive lunch. He frowned as he buttoned up a new shirt that he was changing into. He hadn't felt like he could turn the other man down, it was something he was going to have to deal with for now though.

Tucking in his shirt and straightening the collar, he looked at himself in the bedroom mirror. He felt too smart, new shoes, trousers, shirt, Hannibal had even insisted he have his hair and beard trimmed. Frowning more, he blinked a couple of times, the contacts he'd put in were irritating him slightly.

"Much better." A voice came from behind him. Turning, Will looked over to the door where Hannibal was standing. The older mans eyes looking him up and down.

"Are the contact lenses really necessary?" Will asked. Turning again, to observe himself more in the mirror.

Hannibal walked over to him and stood behind. Straightening the brunettes collar a little better and smoothing a hand down his back. "Yes." He simply answered. Smiling a little at Will in the mirror, before tilting his head to kiss the other males neck. Will also tilted his head, out of reflex; giving Hannibal more room. He'd gotten used to the killers little touches, and he didn't mind them at all, but Hannibal always pulled away just when Will wanted more.

As if on cue, Hannibal straightened after only leaving a few soft kisses. Will frowned, returning the others gaze through the mirror. He wanted to ask why, and what the other really wanted with him. Will didn't feel like they were on equal terms at all, he felt like Hannibal Lecters' toy.

'Or maybe I'm just another puppet.' He thought to himself, looking away from the man.

"I'm going for a walk…" Will finally said. Breaking the silence between them.

"Would you like me to come with you?" Hannibal asked. Though he knew the answer.

"No… I may be home late." Will said. As he walked from the room, and down the stairs; Hannibal following him.

Shirt untucked, shoes off and hair messed up, Will lounged in an armchair. "I'm so glad you were home. I needed to get out of that house, I felt like I was drowning."

"Will, you know you're welcome to come by anytime." Alana looked up at him, from the spot she was seated on the floor. She was dressed in a black vest top, pink Pajama bottoms and a dressing gown. Both had a glass of whisky in hand. "It's hard to stay in one place for too long, and with everything that's been happening around you… Well it's no wonder you feel like you do." She said.

Will smiled at her, he hadn't told her everything, for obvious reasons. But she was still soothing his frustrations, in her own way. "To be honest, I'm just glad I can sit here slouched and uncaring about my appearance. I wouldn't dare do this around Hannibal, he'd give me the most unsatisfied look and just keep judging me with his eyes, without saying a word."

Alana laughed and topped up his glass. "I've seen that look. It's subtle, but if you study him close enough you can see the changes in his mood." She smiled at Will. "You two must have become very close for you to notice."

Will didn't answer, he just drank from his glass. Changing the subject, he asked "what's the time?"

"11:50pm." Alana answered. The both of them had been sitting there since eight, talking, drinking and eating leftover pizza.

He didn't want to, but he had to leave. Will didn't want to think how Hannibal would react if he came home too late or not at all. "I should get going." He sighed. Standing he started to tuck the shirt back in, straightened his collar and putting his shoes back on.

"Thank you." He said. Turning to Alana as she saw him to the door.

"No need for thanks. I told you that you could come and see me anytime you want, be it here or at my office." She said. Smiling at him and gripping one of his hands.

Leaning in, Will looked at her face closely. Both of them stared at each other for a second, Alanas' smile faltering. Slowly they both leaned in closer, lips meeting. For a moment the kiss heated up, Will gripping her dressing gown to pull her body against his. As if something clicked, he pulled away quickly and released her. "I'm sorry…That shouldn't have happened, I was out of hand." He said. Running a hand through his hair, a stream of thoughts whirled through his head.

"It's fine… I was as much to blame…" Alana looked a little hurt by his words, she'd obviously wanted it too.

"No it's not fine… I'm sorry. I like you, I really do…You're beautiful. It's just I can't right now, things are messed up and I need to sort it before we can…" He trailed off, he didn't know how to end that. Would there even be a 'we' after this?

Alana smiled again and stroked a hand over his cheek. "I understand. We'll forget this happened for now, deal?"

Will smiled back. "Deal."