Jack never called again, but Hannibal didn't take any chances and within an hour Will found himself a new cellphone. Will played with it, flipping the slider open and closed. He didn't want anything fancy like a smart phone. If he wanted to play games he would borrow Hannibal's, but he didn't want to have to ask. Hannibal was a busy man now with Jack in the city. He needed his phone on him at all times, even when he was resting in his own home.

Sliding the phone shut once more, Will looked through his contacts before noticing something.

"Beverly isn't in my contacts..." he murmured, finding his best friend and ex-partner's name missing from where it should have been.

"I'm sorry, but until I find how Crawford got a hold of you I can't risk letting her have your number." Hannibal apologized, arm wrapped around Will's shoulders. The Alpha liked Officer Katz. She kept things in line and was one of the cops that kept out of the Chesapeake Mafia's business. While he didn't believe she would have given out Will's number, he didn't want to take the risk.

Hugging Will closer, Hannibal placed his warm hand onto the Omega's belly, rubbing soothing circles. Will was still exhausted from his panic attack and Hannibal didn't have the heart to leave him alone. Barney had everything under control, and he had his other in command, Bedelia, looking out over the operations. He could spare one day.

"Tomorrow is your appointment with Dr. Bloom, correct?" Hannibal asked, nuzzling Will's hair and gently mouthing at his ear. Of course he knew of the appointment, but if it helped Will keep his mind away from the earlier events, he was willing to pretend to be ignorant.

"Yes," Will replied, falling into the small talk. "It's just a check up. She wants to see how I'm doing and probably ask to throw me a baby shower." Will snorted, a smile crawling to his face. Hannibal smiles too and kisses his forehead.

"Do you want me to come with you? I'll wait outside." Will is silent for a moment before he shakes his head.

"No. You're busy as it is with new recruits and Jack hovering over your every move," Will shivered and snuggled closer. "I'll be fine on my own. Besides," Will gave a playful smirk as he poked Hannibal's side. "I'm not so dependent on you for everything. I think I can handle driving and walking outside for a few minutes."

Hannibal laughed and kissed Will again, this time on the cheek. "I'm not sure. If I remember correctly, when we first met you tried to jump into oncoming traffic to avoid me."

"That's because I knew you as 'the scary Alpha that likes to stalk me'." Will digs back, scowling playfully. "Also, that was not the first time we met."

"Fine, the first time you were aware of your actions." Hannibal amended.

Will rolled his eyes. "Seriously, my mind was shattered and you were an unknown Alpha. What else did you expect a mentally ill Omega to do?"

The room fell silent, and Will realized he struck a nerve. Wincing, he tried to apologize but Hannibal shushed him.

"It must have been hard," he said, rubbing Will's stomach. "Before we met." Hannibal was silent, his face blank and leaving Will clueless as to what he was thinking. Instead, he reached up and pecked the corner of the Alpha's mouth. Hannibal finally smiled and nuzzled Will.

"It's been a long day. Let's go to bed."

But Will didn't want to sleep. He feared he might have nightmares, visions of death and blood. He feared this relapse would become permanent, that it wouldn't go away and he would be stuck with the night terrors once more. What if this hurt their child? What if he lost the child due to his visions? What if Hannibal left?

Hannibal kissed along Will's neck, biting gently at their bonding mark. "Will, let's go to bed."

Will closed his eyes at his mate's attention, a purr escaping his throat before he could stop it. Will finally relented and allowed Hannibal to pull him upstairs and to their bedroom.

That night, Will's dreams were filled with warmth and laughter of Hannibal and a little girl with brown curly hair.

–-

Jack was losing his patience. William Graham was proving to be more of a hindrance than anything. He figured the man would be unwilling to talk or help on the Chesapeake Mafia case, but going as far as to disconnecting his phone spoke volumes.

"In his defense," Patterson spoke, eyes skimming through documents containing Will Graham's records. "He was sufferin' from hallucinations and vivid visions before he quit the force. He even was seeing a shrink on the side." Jack mulled over the information. It explained Will's reluctance and the down right terror Jack heard in his voice when he brought up the case.

"Ah-ha!" Patterson exclaimed, holding up the file he was searching for. "This here is the last case Graham worked on."

Jack snatched the file out of the Beta's hands before shuffling through the papers. The document contained information on Tobias Budge, a man who was once a member of the Chesapeake Mafia. However, about a year or two ago he went rogue and formed his own organization, the Catgut Gang. There was a big turf war between the two opponents, and caught in the fire was little ol' Officer Graham and his partner, Officer Katz. They had caught wind of the Catgut's hide out and were going to make a bust, but the Chesapeake Mafia got there before them and laid explosives around the area. The whole ordeal was a complete mess.

"It says here Graham was the one to kill Budge," Jack began, flipping through the pages once more. "But no body found."

"Mr. Graham, as he probably told you yesterday, was attacked on the scene. He claims it was Budge who stabbed him, and he was able to throw him off and shoot him. After the attack he said he began to black out, and the next time he came to he was in the hospital."

"What of his partner, Officer Katz?"

Patterson shook his head. "Katz said she and him got separated when they were on the scene. Said she didn't even know Graham was hurt until she got the call he was in the hospital. And before you ask, no one on our side knows who helped him."

"So, what you're saying is someone of either the Catgut Gang or the Chesapeake Mafia rescued Graham." That didn't make sense to Crawford. The men under both Budge and the Chesapeake Mafia hated police and any law enforcement. Why spare one little cop? Unless...

"Did Graham ever try and interfere with the Chesapeake Mafia's plans?" Jack inquired, already knowing the answer before Patterson shook his head.

"Nope. He and Officer Katz stayed away from them. Any dealings, any bodies they found leadin' to the Mafia or their leader, the Chesapeake Ripper as some like to call him, were either dropped completely or passed to another officer. As you know, most of the boys and girls here on the force try not to meddle with the Mafia. We don't bother them, they don't bother us."

"Was Graham's abilities known to the public?"

Patterson laughed. "If it was, nobody complained of the police havin' an insane officer workin' for them."

"Would it be possible for the Chesapeake Mafia to know?"

Patterson was quiet, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. Finally, he said, "Yes, it could have been possible, but I doubt Graham was workin' for them on the side if that's what you're thinkin'."

But that's not what Crawford was thinking. Graham was a peculiar thing, if by what he read in the case files was true. If anyone caught wind of Graham's abilities, the Mafia would know about it. And if he had managed to catch the leader's attention...

"Why exactly did Graham leave?"

"He said he worried for his mind and health," Patterson replied. "I don't blame him. Poor kid hid away in his apartment for weeks after the attack. When he did leave the apartment he was all skittish, as if thinkin' someone was goin' to get him."

Crawford was quiet, gazing out the office window. He stood abruptly, startling Patterson as he stormed out of the room.

"Sir! Where are you going?" Patterson stumbled after him.

"To Graham's house. I think we need to have a talk."

Will cursed his luck as he tried to turn the key to start the ignition. The car merely clicked at him and fell silent as he relented and flopped into his seat. Of all the times for his car to die, it was now. He was already running late for his appointment with Alana, but at least he was her last client before her lunch hour. Perhaps when he did show up they could continue their session over lunch. Taking his phone out, Will made to call Beverly to see if she could take him, but remembered he no longer had her number and couldn't remember which order the last four digits were placed. And there was no way he was making Hannibal leave work to tend to him again.

Groaning, Will stepped out of his car and began walking. Alana's practice was only a fifteen, twenty minute walk from their house. A little exercise and fresh air wouldn't hurt. Will suspected some of Hannibal's men were around the area anyway, just to keep things in line and make sure the lesser criminals were in their place. One of them might spot him, or he might see one. Will was on good terms with most of the men. Before Hannibal was his mate, when he was just an interest to the Alpha, Will would be followed and find the Mafia members lounging about the vicinity of his apartment. Once or twice they would say hello, or help him open his door if he had his hands full.

Or, hand at the time. He was injured when Hannibal and he met, wasn't he? His left arm contained in a dark blue sling.

Will shook his head and patted his growing belly. Now was not a time to reminisce. Now was the time to set up a good pace and get to Alana's office before he was too late. Pulling his phone out once more, Will dialed her number and waited two rings.

"Will, where are you?" Alana demanded, irritation and worry laced in her tone.

"Sorry, Alana," Will apologized, unconsciously ducking his head. "My car won't start, but I'm on my way now. Might take me a few minutes." Will heard Alana sigh, whether it was out of frustration or relief he wasn't sure.

"Alright, that's good to hear. I thought something terrible had happened." Will momentarily wondered if Alana wasn't actually a Beta with how much she worried over Will, but pushed the thought away. Alana wasn't like most Alphas Will has met. While she still exudes authority and power, Alana's gentle nature made it easy for Betas and Omegas to come to her for help.

"Everything is fine," Will assured, rubbing his hand along his stomach as he waited at the crosswalk. Glancing around, Will caught the eye of two men and recognized them as Hannibal's men. When they saw Will they immediately rushed toward him, worry lacing their faces. "I have to go, Alana, I'll see you soon."

"Alright. See you soon, Will."

As Will pocketed his phone, the two Betas reached him, their posture submissive and nonthreatening.

"Sir, what are you doing here?" The first one asked, Alex if Will remembered correctly. His eyes flitted around the area before coming to rest on Will. "Don't you have an appointment at eleven?" Will smiled at them and their postures relaxed, but they were still on alert. "I'm on my way now, actually. However, my car wouldn't start, so I decided to walk."

"We'll walk with you," the second Beta said and Will recognized him as Paul. "I mean, if you want us to walk with you we mean."

"Thank-you, Paul," Will said and the man brightly smiled. "I could use some company."

Walking together, Will caught up on their lives since he last saw them. Paul talked about his girlfriend, a woman he used to go to school with, while Alex went on about his mate and children. Will smiled the whole time, hands gently resting on his stomach.

"Sir, what are you wearing?" Alex teased, picking at the baggy flannel shirt. "I thought for sure the boss would have gotten rid of these by now."

"Alex be nice!" Paul scolded, but Will didn't mind. He was glad he still had some of his old clothes from before he moved in with Hannibal. They were still comfortable, and they hid his baby bump perfectly.

He felt at peace, but he couldn't help but feel a twinge of unease as they walked down the street. He had felt it before. Felt it all the time when he was a cop.

Someone was watching him.

–-

After arriving ten minutes late for his appointment and apologizing once more to Alana, Will sat in his at one time usual spot; Alana sat across from him. It had been so long since Will had been in need to see a psychiatrist, let alone be willing to come in for a check-up. Ever since he left the police force his visions and mind settled and became calm; and once Hannibal fully entered his life they completely went away. Well, except for yesterday.

"What was your hallucination about, Will?" Alana asked when he told her about his panic attack. Will shrugged, wanting to push the memory to the back of his mind and forget about it.

"It was similar to my old visions," he began. "There were blood and bodies everywhere."

"Where there any you recognized?"

Will remained silent, the image of Hannibal's mangled, blank eyed corpse filled his mind before he was able to banish it away.

"My mate was one of the bodies." He finally muttered.

"Hannibal?" Alana clarified and Will nodded. It was strange hearing his mate's name on another's lips. He had to be careful with who he gave out information about Hannibal. While he was a powerful man, he still had enemies. Will worried constantly that someone would find Hannibal's true identity and take him away.

Alana wrote something down before asking, "What caused the attack, Will?"

"I... Someone called me. Wanted my input on the Chesapeake Mafia," Will laughed before slumping into his chair. "Wanted me to come back into the field."

"You... You said no, right?" Alana asked, her face painted with worry. "You're not going back to the police force are you?"

"I'm pretty positive this relapse proves going back would be a bad call on my part," Will jokes. "Even if I wanted to, I'm a little preoccupied with other things." Moving his hands up and down on his stomach, Will forced his hands to rest on the chair arms before looking up at Alana's face. She smiled.

"Your problem with eye-contact has improved as well."

While it was common for Omega's to avert their gazes when around Alphas and some Betas, Will's phobia of eye-contact excelled well beyond what would be considered normal for Omegas.

Will smiled. "You could say Hannibal has helped me with that."

They lapsed into silence, but it wasn't uncomfortable. The office window was open, letting a slight breeze waft in. Documents and papers shifted slightly at the movement, adding to the white noise of traffic and pedestrians outside.

"How have you been, Will?"

Will looked at her, confused before it dawned on him she was asking as a friend instead of a doctor.

"I've been good. No visions or bad dreams. Well, except for yesterday." Will laughed before clasping his hands together. "I've been... So happy. I've never been this happy before."

"He treats you well?" She added, leaning forward in her chair. Will's curious about that question as well, but remembers Alana and Hannibal have only met a handful of times. He thinks he should ask Alana over for dinner some time soon.

"Yes," he paused before mimicking her posture. "Why? Do you think he's not?"

"That's not it at all, Will" Alana scowled, offended by the accusation. "It's just... I never see you anymore."
"What do you mean?" Will asked, surprised at the turn of the conversation. "I saw you last week at the grocery store. And before that I-"

"No, that's not what I mean." Alana interrupted, rubbing her forehead. "Will, when was the last time you came to me as a patient?"

Will sat a moment before shrugging. "I don't know... Almost a year, maybe."

"And when was the last time we talked, as in going out to eat and getting a few drinks?" She asked, folding her hands over her crossed legs.

It took longer for Will to respond. "It was before I found out I was pregnant..."

"Which was months ago," Alana sighed. "Will, I know that we never really got together before, but now I feel like we never see each other. Ever since you and Hannibal became mates I feel like you're distancing yourself."

"Alana," Will said calmly, his face blank of any emotions. "Are you suggesting Hannibal's tying to isolate me?" The Omega's lips curled and his arms came to rest protectively around his stomach. Will knew he didn't have anything to worry about with Alana, knew Alana was just worried, but the Omega in him felt like Alana was treading on dangerous territory.

Alana put her hands up in a calming manner, hunching her shoulders inward.

"I'm sorry, Will, but I just need to know. Whenever we do get together you never talk about Hannibal. I barely know anything about him. I don't know what kind of person he is, or what he does for a living. Hell, I don't even know how you two met."

Will glared down at the floor, refusing to look up. Alana sighed and slumped into her chair. "I just... I just want you to be safe."

They fall into an uncomfortable silence; neither one wanting to be the one to break it. The silence, however, is broken by a third party and Will makes a surprised noise.

"What? What's wrong?" Alana asked, concern written all over her face. Will laughed, rubbing at his stomach.

"Nothing! Nothing is wrong. She kicked me is all."

"She?" Alana asked before realization dawned on her. "You're having a girl?"

"Ah, sorry. No, I don't know whether it's a girl or a boy. We decided for it to be a surprise," Will began, rubbing at the spot where the baby kicked. "It's just Hannibal is so adamant on it being a girl that I've begun to call it a she, too." Chuckling, Will leaned forward and offered a hand. "Do you want to feel?"

Alana looked taken aback before allowing Will to take her hand and place it on his stomach. They waited a moment before the baby kicked again causing Alana to gasp and Will to laugh.

"She gets restless around now. Probably knows it's time to eat."

As he said this, both Alana and Will looked at the clock on the wall, finding there were only seven minutes left to their session. Turning back to Will, Alana smiled.

"Want to grab lunch with me down at the cafe down the street?" Will smiled in return.

"I'd be happy to."

–-

"No, Alana," Will tried to be stern, but his face was splitting into a smile. Alana chuckled in return, hand covering her mouth.

"But I'm serious, Will! Let me organize a baby shower for you!" She demanded, her eyes twinkling mischievously.

"And who would we invite?" Will retorted, trying to ease the smile off his face. "I only have so many friends."

"Well, there's me, Beverly, Hannibal-"

"I don't think the husband is supposed to come to a baby shower." Will rolled his eyes, bringing his glass of water to his lips. However, he paused when Alana gave him a shocked look. "...What?"

"Are you and Hannibal...married?"

Will blinked before realizing what he had said earlier.

"Oh... No... We aren't," In fact, Will thinks somewhat bitterly, the topic has never been brought up. They were mates for sure, but married...

Will finishes taking his sip before setting the glass down. "I know some Betas we could invite," Will suggests. "I'm sure they would be delighted to come."

Alana seems to know Will is trying to steer the topic away, but smiles in victory. "So I can throw you a baby shower?"

"Yes," Will relented, eyes rolling. "You can give me a baby shower."

Alana's grin grows bigger. She seems to want to say more, but after glancing at her watch she abruptly stands.

"Oh no. I'm going to be late for my next appointment. Will, do you mind...?"

"No, no I don't mind," he reassures, and Alana give him a quick kiss on the cheek before rushing out of the cafe. Will grabs the attention of the nearest waitress to pick up the tab before reclining peacefully in his booth. The visit had gone rather pleasantly, and it was always good to see Alana. He decided then and there that he and Hannibal would have a small party, a get together of sorts. Maybe next week sometime.

Someone walked up beside the booth, and Will, expecting it to be the waitress, turned to them with a smile.

"So, you're Will Graham." Will's smile fell off his face as he took in who was standing beside him. It was not his waitress. It was a man. A tall, intimidating Alpha man. Will winced as the man's scent came barreling onto him, making Will want to curl in his booth and pray the Alpha wouldn't hurt him.

Quickly getting a hold of himself, Will straightened and looked under the man's right eye. While he was improving on his inability to make eye-contact, he wasn't dumb enough to make direct contact with an unknown Alpha.

"Yes, I am." Will growled, a hand straying to his stomach. "And you are...?"

The man remained quiet as he sat down, folding his hands on the table as he took in Will's appearance.

"...You're an Omega," the man finally said, disappointment filling his voice.

"Yes, I am. Now, I would appreciate it if you told me who you are." Will hoped his voice was threatening. He was slipping back into his role as a cop, but he was also on suppressants at the time. With his Omegan hormones it made it hard to be anything but submissive to an intimidating Alpha.

"It was hard to track you down, Mr. Graham." The man said, not once looking away. "The address you are marked under is vacant, and when I tried to call you back yesterday the number was disconnected."

Will could feel the blood drain from his face as it dawned on him who this man was and what he represented.

The Alpha continued, "Luckily, I was on my way to question your ex-partner when one of my men happened to see you walking down the street. Who were those men with you?"

Will swallowed the lump in his throat, trying to will the blood back into his brain. So Crawford wasn't alone. He wanted to look around, try and spot out his man, but he had to focus on staying calm. He had to come up with something and fast. He could feel the edges of panic begin to creep upon him. He didn't want to break down again so soon.

The waitress from earlier arrived with his tab and he quickly gave her the money. As he did this, he also dug his phone out of his pocket, hitting the speed dial for Hannibal before answering the man's question.

"They were some friends of mine," he answered, hoping Hannibal would be able to hear them through the phone. "You do realize that stalking is a crime, Special Agent Crawford."

"Mr. Graham, I just want to have a moment of your time." Crawford replied, digging out a case file from his jacket. Will watched as photos and documents of his last case were spread out on the table before glancing away. He had to stay calm, just enough so Hannibal could send someone to help.

"I have some questions about your last case. It would be appreciated if you answered them honestly." Will turned his attention back to Jack, his brow furrowed.

"I don't understand. I thought you wanted help on the Chesapeake Mafia case. Why dig through an old-"

"He threatened you, didn't he?" Jack interrupted. When Will continued to be silent, Jack leaned forward and whispered. "You left because you were threatened by the Mafia, weren't you? You saw the leader, the Chesapeake Ripper, or found out who it was, didn't you?"

Will blinked. This was not what he expected from this surprise visit. He let out a rueful snort, looking down at his lap.

"Sir, if I had seen the leader, do you think I would be sitting here right now?" Will said, rubbing a hand through his hair. It was a lie. Will did see the leader during the case. He was the last person he saw before he woke in the hospital. However, Crawford didn't need to know that. "I know you know what kind of man he is. You've been trying to track him down long before he settled in Baltimore; before I was a cop." Looking up, he stared straight into the Alpha's eyes and whispered, "You know what he does to those who get in his way."

Unwillingly, Will's empathy kicked in as he recalled bodies of Hannibal's victims. The precise way the limbs were cut off, the delicate care of removing organs from their bodies. Tears sprang to his eyes before he could hold them back. He knew Hannibal only killed those who interfered with his plans, caused dire trouble for him, or were exceedingly rude; but he could not help but remember a time when Hannibal was a faceless thug who played the role of God. He leader of the Chesapeake Mafia; the Chesapeake Ripper.

But he loved that man. The man who had stalked him after their first meeting, who broke into his apartment and cooked him a meal when he realized he wasn't eating properly, and who stayed by his bedside when his nightmares ruled his dreams. Will could not help but love and cherish Hannibal Lecter, and he prayed he would never get caught. Will broke eye-contact with Jack.

"I left...Because of what happened after Budge attacked me." Will watched in his peripheral vision as Jack sat up straighter, attention completely drawn. "While I was honest in my statement, I didn't mention what happened after that because..."

"Because what, Will?" Will started at the use of his name, but answered.

"...I had a hallucination, worse than any other I've ever had. I was injured, alone, and scared. Judging by your reaction to finding I'm an Omega you probably don't think we should be allowed to be in the police."

"Omegas are too sensitive," Jack replied, looking away when Will gives him a look. "Omegas tend to stay at home, or find jobs where they won't be put at risk." He looked back at Will, his face blank. "You knew what you were getting into."

"Yes, but not all Omegas want that kind of life, Special Agent Crawford. I didn't want to be cooped up in some house being waited on by my mate. Time are changing."

He could tell Crawford had a different opinion on the matter, but Will wouldn't let him get started on backward stereotypes.

"Because of my injury and my hallucinations, my body took over. Are you aware of an Omega Cry?"

"It's a distress call," The special agent answered. "It compels whomever is in the vicinity to come to their aid. "

"Correct. Because my mind was elsewhere, my body took over. After that, I blacked out and when I woke I found myself in the hospital."

This, however, wasn't completely true. Will didn't black out. In fact, he remembered what happened after he made the cry vividly.

Unfortunately, Jack seemed to realize this as well. His features hardened, making Will flinch.

"You're lying."

Will shook his head, his face beginning to pale again. No, no, no! Don't freak out, William!

"What happened after you made the cry, Mr. Graham."

"I told you, I don't-"

"Listen here, Omega," Will flinched as Crawford unleashed his pheromones, ripping a whimper out of his throat. "I'm done playing around. You're hiding something and I will find out one way or another. You will tell me what happened that night, and you will help me catch the Chesapeake Ripper."

Will could feel the panic settling in, his vision beginning to narrow.

Not now! Not here!

Will refused to have a panic attack in public, and especially not in front of Jack Crawford. In his attempts to push away his growing hysteria, Will let down his guards - his own pheromones settling in the air. He always tried to hide his identity in public, but now his natural scent was loose. Still trying to reign in his mind, Will saw Jack's nose twitch. He was confused at first, but realization came over him. A similar look appeared on Jack's.

"You're..."
"I'm not helping you," Will gritted out, baring his teeth and placing a hand over his belly. "I have other priorities."

With a mass of effort, Will stood and fled from his booth and out of the cafe. He heard Crawford call after him, but he was long gone. He ran in the direction of Alana's office, hoping to take refuge until help could arrive. However, it came sooner than the thought. A black car honked and pulled up beside him and Will didn't think twice.

Once he was in, he was pulled into Paul's protective embrace.

"Is he following, Alex?" Paul asked, attention focused on keeping Will from being consumed in a panic.

"No, no signs of him getting into a vehicle, but he might have seen the license plate." Alex replied, weaving them through traffic and peeking in his rear view mirror. "We'll have to ditch the car, sooner the better."

"Deep breaths, Sir." Paul soothed, combing his fingers through Will's hair. While it wasn't the same as Hannibal's technique, it did its job. Will could feel the edges of his hysteria ebb away, and his breathing became easier. Gulping down a breath, Will unfurled himself from his position, but stayed in Paul's arms. Looking at where they were, however, he panicked again.

"Don't take me home!" He received puzzled looks from both Betas, both unsure of his meaning. "Crawford mentioned he had a partner nearby. He could be following us."

"Damn it," Alex cursed before taking a different direction. It was quiet in the car before Alex said: "We'll take you to the safe house in Wolftrap."

"But if we are being followed, how will we lose him?"

Alex laughed. "It's an hour's drive to Wolftrap, Sir. If anyone is following us we'll be able to tell."

Will nodded before slumping down in his seat. Paul released him and began to type quickly on his phone, no doubt pulling strings and getting other members to keep an eye out for Jack Crawford. Will sighed and pulled out his own phone, wishing he could call Beverly and warn her about the situation.

However, glancing at his phone he realized it was still connected to Hannibal and the man was still on the other line.

"Hannibal?"

"William!" Will flinched, whimpering quietly. Hannibal sounded furious, but if his anger was directed at him or Jack he couldn't tell. "What is going on?"

Will explained, trying to make the situation seem like nothing, but the other man didn't buy it. Hannibal growled and the line became silent. Will wondered if Hannibal hung up, but that would have been rude.

When Hannibal finally spoke, his voice was devoid of emotion. "Where are you now?"

"I'm on my way to Wolftrap." Will answered, glancing over at Paul. The Beta's body was stock still even as he texted furiously. The poor man could probably hear Hannibal's voice clear as if the earpiece was against his own head. Will switched ears and moved closer to the door, away from Paul.

"Everything is fine now." He soothed, trying to calm his mate down before the man did anything rash. Hannibal was a cool, collected man, but Will found during the year of knowing him if anything precious to him was poked at, he became the most possessive creature. "I'm fine, we are both fine. Your men came to the rescue in the nick of time."

It was quiet on Hannibal's end before he sighed. "I'll take care of this. Stay in Wolftrap with my men. I'll see you soon."

Will nodded to himself before making a noise in agreement. "Hannibal, I..."

I love you. I love you so much.

But Will didn't say anything. He was afraid Hannibal wouldn't appreciate Will's affections if they were in front of his men.

"I know, Will." Hannibal murmured, his voice soft and full of warmth. "Don't worry. I'll take care of everything. I'll see you tonight."

The call ended, and while Will was comforted by his mate's assurance this ordeal would end, a bubble of doubt wedged itself in the front of his mind. Will gently clutched at his stomach and curled into his seat, a sense of dread falling over him as he was transported to the safe house.

Thank-you all for the favorites, watches, and comments! They mean the world to me and always bring a smile to my face. I apologize for not submitting earlier. I plan on finishing up this story before my school semester begins (26-27th). To those who are reading "Protector", this is currently on hold until I finish this story.

Also, a little side comment: Would anyone be interested in a prequel story? A "how did Hannibal and Will meet?" sort of story?