The first thing Hannibal did when he arrived at the safe house in Wolftrap was lock Will in the bedroom, push him onto the bed, and hold him down. Will allowed himself to be manhandled, knowing both he and Hannibal needed to reestablish their scents on one another. Will closed his eyes and inhaled Hannibal's scent as the man nuzzled into his neck. The older man growled when he discovered Jack's scent and roughly tugged at Will's clothes.

"Off. Now." he growled, and Will was quick to obey. He had seen Hannibal in this state before, but that was before they were mates and much more terrifying. Now, however, the possessiveness of Hannibal's behavior made Will whine with need. He pawed at Hannibal's suit, trying to get the tie off when he was gently stopped.

"Not now, impatient one," Hannibal chided, nibbling on Will's collar bone. "We're not alone in the house, remember?"

Will face heated up at the thought of Paul and Alex being able to hear and probably smell the noises and pheromones they were giving off. His embarrassment didn't last as Hannibal latched onto their mating mark, making Will moan.

"We will continue this later, dear one, but I cannot stand his scent on you."

"He didn't touch me." Will breathed, trying to gain control of his body, but Hannibal wouldn't let him. The Alpha bit down his sternum, rubbing circles gently on Will's stomach.

"It doesn't matter, William," Will shuttered as Hannibal grew dangerously close to his nipples, squirming as he mouthed around the right pectoral. While Will's belly grew with the upcoming pregnancy, his breasts did not. They still remained unchanged, which concerned Hannibal for they should have been gaining milk by now. Nosing over, he took the Omega's right nipple between his lips and sucked. Will choked on a gasp, arching as Hannibal laved at the pinked bud.

"I thought we weren't going to do this now." Will moaned, whimpering as one of Hannibal's hands left his belly to gently grasp his hardening member.

"We aren't." Hannibal agreed, pumping Will with his fist. Will continued to gasp and groan underneath him, hands grasping at his mate's still clothed form. He tried to keep his noises under control; tried to stifle them, but his body and mind were exhausted. It took Hannibal no time at all to make Will climax under his touch.

Hannibal waited while his mate climbed down from ecstasy, littering his body with kisses from his stomach to parted lips. The kiss was slow and sloppy, but it was just what Will wanted. After the kiss, Will tried to cuddle up to Hannibal, but the older man moved away.

"But what about you?" He murmured, eyes falling on the tent in Hannibal's trousers. He reached out to reel the man back in, but Hannibal was too far our of reach.

"Don't worry about me. Just rest." he answered back, running his hand through Will's curls one last time before disappearing into the connecting bathroom. Will was too drained, physically and mentally, to try and reach after him, so he stayed put.

He must have dozed off a tiny bit, for Hannibal was gently shaking him. The man had finally taken off his clothes, wearing nothing but a bath robe.

"Come on, dear one," Hannibal coaxed as he pulled Will's compliant body out of bed and into his arms. "I think a bath is in order, don't you think?"

"It's because I still smell, isn't it?" Will complained as he was settled in a warm bath, head resting on the side of the tub.

"That is part of it," Hannibal admitted, chuckling when Will's nose scrunched in distaste. Hannibal slipped the robe off before climbing into the tub as well, pulling Will against his chest. The other man murmured something, but a peaceful lull fell over the bathroom. Water splashed as Hannibal washed Will's body, but there was no rush to his movements. As he cleaned his front, his hands fell over the flat chest, and he clicked his tongue.

"If these don't show any growth in the next couple weeks I'm having Bedelia check you over."

Will snorted, moving his hands to cover Hannibal's.

"There's nothing to worry about. Male pregnancies are different from females. They'll come along, you'll see," Will murmured, ducking his head under Hannibal's chin. Hannibal wasn't convinced, clutching Will closer.

"I just don't want anything bad to happen."

"Nothing bad will happen, Hannibal," Will assured, nibbling at any skin he could reach. "This is my first pregnancy which is usually the hardest. The next one will be better." He felt Hannibal stiffen under him, his hands flying to rest on his belly.

"You mean you...?"

Will shrugged. "It's only been a few days since we've talked about it," was his only answer. Hannibal took it as a positive and latched onto Will's shoulder, causing him to laugh at his mate's enthusiasm. His laugh soon turned into a gasp when he felt something hard push up against his back, and he closed his eyes as Hannibal's hand traveled down.

"I think now's a perfect time, don't you?" Hannibal growled, and Will could only purr in agreement.

–

"It's been four days, Patterson. Four days, and you still can't find heads or tails of Graham's whereabouts?" Crawford shouted, cornering the quivering Beta in his office. Ever since the day Graham disappeared Jack had hit a full stop in his investigation of the Chesapeake Mafia. If the Ripper was laying low before, he was definitely playing it safe now. There were no signs of any of his men, no signs of activity, no nothing. The only leads Crawford had were a burnt down hanger with the hopes of finding the owner of the property, and Will Graham.

He was hiding something, Crawford didn't know what, but the man was definitely hiding something. The Ripper must have threatened him, or paid him off to keep quiet, but that didn't make sense. Why not kill Graham after finding out his identity? Graham was a cop, a worker of justice. He should have been killed on the spot, unless what Graham had said about making the Omega Cry was true...

But that didn't add up either. The Ripper has killed Omegas in the past. Most of his victims were other Alphas and Betas, but he was no stranger to Omegas. Those he killed must have made the Cry, unless he or his men had been wearing ear protection to prevent hearing the distress call. And Graham...

"Why didn't you tell me Graham was an Omega?" Crawford asked, focusing his attention on Patterson. "Did anybody know about his status?"

Patterson whimpered before trying to make eye contact, but failing. "Only some of us knew of Graham's status. Times are changin', Agent Crawford. Omegas are allowed to take position in law enforcement."

"But why keep it a secret if no one would have objected?" Crawford pushed.

"Our chief at the time was worried some of the Alphas and Betas might take advantage of him." Patterson explained. "The only ones who knew about Graham's status were the superiors and his partner. The rest of us found out once he left."

"Must have been taking suppressants," Crawford thought aloud, rubbing his face. He was silent before asking, "Would anyone in the Mafia know about this?"

"No," Patterson answered surely. "From what I've gathered, Graham had been pretending to be a Beta for a long time. He's not a native to Baltimore, you know. He's from-"

"Louisiana," Crawford finished. "So only a handful of people knew he was an Omega." Patterson nodded.

So if no one knew, then neither the Mafia nor the Catguts would have been aware of it either. Meaning, when Graham gave the Cry, they weren't prepared. The affects of the Cry last up to two hours, enough time to make an escape if necessary, but if Graham was injured on scene then one of them must have taken him to the hospital.

But why not take him to a "safe" place, wait for the affects to wear off, place ear protection, and then kill him? One did not have to completely obey an Omega Cry. Which means, whomever found him willingly helped him.

Perhaps it was because he was an Omega he was spared, or because he was an Omega with the ability to empathize with anyone. He would be a prize for any Alpha if they could get their hands on him, and he was pregnant now.

Jack's eyes widened, his mind putting two and two together.

Will Graham was the Chesapeake Ripper's mate.

–

Hannibal stood silently in the middle of his office, but the aura around him was anything but calm with the only people daring to get near the Alpha were his two in command. Barney and Bedelia watched their leader, each waiting with different emotions on how he would finally react to the news they delivered. Bedelia, being an Alpha herself, was calm and bore an expression of disinterest. Barney, on the other hand, was a Beta, and no matter how long he and Hannibal had known each other he sat as stiff as a board. This is probably the reason why when Hannibal finally broke the silence he turned to Bedelia.

"Are you certain? All the facts are straight, none of the boys messed up?"

Whereas Barney would have undoubtedly flinched if the Alpha's cold tone was directed towards him, Bedelia kept unwavering eye-contact.

"Double checked them myself, Mr. Lecter," She replied coolly. "It appears Special Agent Crawford has left Baltimore."

Hannibal was quiet before he sat behind his desk. That didn't make sense. Why hound Hannibal and anything dealing with the Chesapeake Mafia for months before disappearing? Hannibal had made sure all leads went straight to dead ends with the last piece Crawford needing being safely tucked away in Wolftrap for nearly a week and a half.

"All my informants told me Crawford had been called away on a different case," Barney added. "None of these details seem to be false or misleading." Bedelia nodded in agreement.

Even with both his commands and their trusted informants, Hannibal didn't believe it. There was no way Jack would have let himself be easily pulled away from Baltimore when he was so close. It was a trap, but Hannibal was frustratingly in the dark. If it was true, he could safely move Will back home and continue hiding him there. However, if it was a ruse and he moved Will prematurely, Crawford could pounce upon him once more.

"Any sign of his men? Will mentioned Crawford brought along another when he ambushed him at the cafe."

"All Special Agents under or through Crawford have vanished as well," Bedelia said coolly, clasping her hands together. "It seems likely his superiors grew tired with a fruitless chase."

Still not buying it, Hannibal dismissed Bedelia and Barney and as soon as the door was closed he fished his phone from his pocket.

It took just one ring before Will picked up.

"I'm bored."

Hannibal smiled, imagining Will lounging on the bed with discarded books surrounding him. Hannibal tried his best in keeping his mate entertained by bringing him the books he would have read at home, but it appeared his sweetheart had already read, or grew bored with them.

"Try to keep yourself busy, dear Will. You could always rearrange-"

"I've cleaned every aspect of this this house, rearranged the furniture, practically rubbed myself on everything because it smells funny," Hannibal laughed at that, "And I've talked poor Alex and Paul's ears off." There was a pause, before Will whispered "I'm hungry too."

"But I left you a good couple days worth of food." Hannibal smirked before teasing, "Did you eat it all?"

Silence.

Hannibal sighed playfully before replying "Oh dear. I'll simply have to bring more."

"You know you enjoy it." Will teased back, but when he next spoke it was tentative. "They... they're bad people right? The ones you..." Will didn't finish his sentence.

Hannibal gently smiled. "Will, I only feed you what's best for you and our child." It was a cryptic answer, but it seemed to placate the Omega. For now, anyway.

"Are you coming to visit?" Will asked. "But, only if you want to. I actually do have enough food, and it is such a long drive-"

"It's only an hour," Hannibal reassured. "Less if I speed,"

"But you won't do that. You're too prim and proper."

Hannibal laughed again, gripping his phone close to his ear. "I miss you, Will. This will be over soon. I promise."

"I miss you too, and I hope so."

Hannibal ended the call, a frown marring his features.

–

Staring out the kitchen windows, it wasn't the first time Will wished he could live in the country and own a dog. The safe house was hidden within the trees, the yard in front and in back open so dogs – and an upcoming child – could run around without hindrance or worry they would collide with branches. Will could also virtually watch them from wherever he stood in the house. If they were in the front yard he could sit on the front porch or watch from the kitchen window. If they wanted to be in the back, he would go to the living room window. The house was a perfect family home. It was a shame it was only a safe house.

Sighing, Will listened as Paul moved around upstairs, most likely on the phone with Alex or another member of the Mafia. Will didn't like how he kept the two from their ordinary lives, making them have to take turns and drive two hours a day from Baltimore to Wolftrap, but he figured they knew what they were getting themselves into when they joined Hannibal. Besides, once in the Mafia, there was virtually no way out. Only through death.

The hum of a car drew Will's attention back to the window, watching hopefully as a black car pulled into the driveway. His excitement died down when he saw it was Alex, but it was still early. Hannibal said he would arrive sometime in the evening, and it was only beginning to become dark.

Will greeted Alex as he walked in, and the man nodded in return with a tired smile. There were bags under the Beta's eyes, and Will felt a pang of guilt. He knew it wasn't his fault, but he couldn't help but feel somewhat responsible for the current state of Hannibal's men.

He watched as Alex disappeared to the upper rooms before Paul returned in his place.

"I'm going to take a smoke," Paul informed, pulling out a pack for Will to see. "I'll be right outside and Alex is upstairs."

Will thanked the Beta and was once more left alone in the kitchen, waiting in anticipation for Hannibal's arrival and daydreaming about his future. However, he didn't get far when his pocket began to vibrate. Digging his phone out, Will was more than surprised to see it was Alana calling.

"Hey, Alana." Will smiled. "I've been meaning to call-"

"Will, are you alright?"

Will paused, confused. Alana's voice was shaking, her words catching as if she was trying to contain her emotions.

"What's wrong, Alana?"

Alana took deep breaths before she finally answered. "I was... Attacked. A man broke into my office, a Beta. I almost had him, almost made him submit but he had a taser and I blacked out."

"Are you hurt?" Will asked, his heart beginning to race. "Did he..."

"No, no I'm fine. But Will, when I woke up my office was ransacked. The police came and checked over everything, but the only thing missing was your file."

Will sat forward, his breathing coming faster and faster. He'd told Alana many things, about his mental health and personal life, but he knew Hannibal's name would undoubtedly be on file as well. . While he never said anything about the man to her, keeping everything about Hannibal a mystery, the idea of someone having his file, having Hannibal's name, and possibly his current address made Will suddenly cold.

Will stood from his chair, pacing about the kitchen, trying hard to control his breathing. "What all did you put in my file? What my address-"

"The file contained anything you were willing to give to me during your past sessions: Hallucinations, dreams, medications you were on. The only current thing on file is what you told me at our last session. As for your address, the one I have is your old apartment address. Will I'm worried. Are you in danger?"

Will wanted to tell her, but he didn't want to drag her into into his world or get her into trouble. Instead, he answered with, "I'm fine, Alana. I'll keep an eye out, and please stay safe."

As he hung up, he took a deep breath, trying to get his nerves to calm as he started dialing Hannibal's number. However, he paused when he realized something was wrong. The kitchen window was open, letting in a breeze. He could smell the grass and trees, still a little damp from the morning rain. What he could not smell was cigarette smoke. Taking another sniff, he took in the scents of Alex, Paul, and his own, but now as he concentrated he found a different smell. One that smelled like Jack Crawford.

Jumping from his seat, Will started to run upstairs, but was intercepted by Alex. Gun drawn, Will knew either the Beta was responding to Will's elevated heart or he could smell the intruder as well.

"Get upstairs, Sir." Will hesitated, worried about Paul, but with his mind starting to shut down he hastily climbed the stairs to his room. Once there, he reached under the bed and grabbed his own gun. While Hannibal didn't like the idea of Will using his gun, the Omega was a cop and knew how to handle it properly.

Checked and fitted, Will locked the bedroom door and positioned himself behind a desk for cover. Straining his senses, he tried to listen to the movements outside, but they were too muffled to hear properly. He he was left in the dark until he heard gunshots, but they didn't last long. Panicking, Will scented the air, but found no traces of blood. Whoever did the shooting, they missed their target.

Suddenly, the door downstairs slammed open and the sound of bodies colliding with each other and objects echoed throughout the house. Will stood, ready to help when another gunshot went off, this time with an accompaniment of the smell of blood. Will gasped as he heard someone fall, hoping, praying it was the intruder who fell and not Alex. He wasn't even sure if Paul was alive. Please, let this be over.

But it wasn't over. As Will coward under the desk, he heard someone moving up the stairs. As they drew closer, Will squeezed his eyes shut in pain at the realization it was not Alex coming up the stairs. Hoping the Beta was still alive, Will rubbed his stomach one last time before positioning himself in view of the door, gun ready.

The footsteps climbed closer and closer to Will's room, only stopping once they reached the door. With his mind on the verge of taking over any rational thought, Will waited, his finger on the trigger. All that mattered was the man on the other side was not any of his Beta bodyguards and he reeked of Crawford's scent.

The doorknob jingled as the intruder tried to open it. Will flinched when he began to knock.

"Mr. Graham," the man called out, his voice pacifying and calm. Will didn't buy the act, noting the man was not Jack Crawford, but someone else. One of his men, perhaps. "Open the door, Mr. Graham. This doesn't have to end in bloodshed. Just open the door and I won't have to harm you or the precious load you're carryin'."

Will pushed the urge to cover his belly, instead steadying the gun with both hands. It was quiet before the man sighed. "Very well then."

Before the intruder could attempt at breaking the door down, Will fired his gun. He let out three shots, hoping it had enough power to get through the door. The man let out a pained groan before something hit the floor hard. Will stayed where he was, thinking it was a rouse before pungent smell of blood assaulted his nose. Still remaining cautious, Will left the safety of the desk and tread carefully to the door. He listened for a few more moments, but heard no sounds of the man's breathing or attempts to get back up. Unlocking the door, Will peeked outside and met the image of a man laying in a pool of blood.

Will took a moment to check on the body and was surprised to see he was still alive, but barely. Unconscious, the man had two bullet wounds: one in the shoulder and the other in his stomach. Will doubted the man would live long without assistance.

Steping around the the bleeding man, Will made it downstairs, taking in the damage of the intruder's and Alex's fight. However, he was pulled by the pained groan from the kitchen, and soon found a barely conscious Alex on the floor.

Rushing to the Beta, Will put his gun on the floor and applied pressure to the wound. "It's going to be okay," he reassured, trying to keep his calm and hallucinations at bay. He kept gently whispering to the injured Beta, risking to remove one hand to grab his phone. He he was already calling Hannibal when Alex tried to remove his hand.

"Sir," he wheezed" You need to... get out of here."

"The man is close to death. I took care of him." Will said, waiting for Hannibal to pick up as well as look for a towel or apron to apply to the wound.

"No, Sir... You need to run... There..." he began to cough, blood running down the corner of of his mouth. "There's... another..." Suddenly, Alex's eyes widened. At the same time, Hannibal picked up.

"Will, I'm just heading out-"

Will didn't get the chance to be surprised or shout as a cloth fell over his mouth and nose. He struggled, elbowing his attacker's ribs and stomach while clawing at the hand on his face, but it was no use. He couldn't hold his breath long enough and inhaled the sweet smell of chloroform. His vision blurred and he slumped against his attacker. Closing his eyes, he could hear Alex shouting into his dropped phone.

"It's Special Agent Crawford! He's here. He's-"

There was a click, and a gun went off close to Will's ears. The last thing Will could hear was the ringing in his head, and the lack of the Beta's voice.