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Kailani called Maritza over for the weekend since she was free from work until her boss returned. They had a sleepover where they gossiped and giggled and whined about everything in their lives.
"I don't know why you want to work for him, he's a rich asshole."
Kailani scoffed, "I'm a rich asshole too."
Maritza cast a look around Kailani's obviously large, five bedroom house and shrugged, "You have money after those pricks lost the court cases, but you don't wave it around and act like a twat. You noticed all the paintings, sculptures, and fancy shit in his house, right?"
"He's a refined gentleman with good taste. He is a Count you know. He's used to opulence and pomp."
"As in… foreign royalty?"
"No, nobility. There's a castle and everything."
"Okay fine, he isn't as bad as he could be if he's rich enough for a castle, but he talks weird-"
"That's his accent!"
"-and he walks like a girl-"
"He has a very distinctive glide, thank you very much!"
"-and his face is shaped weird."
"His cheekbones and lips are perf and you know it!"
Maritza and she stared in contest for several moments, before the Latina sighed. "Okay, fine. I just don't like him."
"That's my girl!"
Said girl inhaled the rest of her glass of green apple pucker up. "At least the pay is good."
"Not everything's about money, you know."
"Meh. When you're poor it is."
"True that."
Hannibal Lecter wasn't surprised to see Kailani waiting at the office when he returned. The moment she saw him, a devious smile crawled across her painted, red lips. "So… how was Mr. Graham?"
He knew very well that she was not asking after Will's health in any way. He wondered how she managed to be so uncouth at times yet not rude.
"Will shall be visiting soon. He had to shoot someone and panicked, emptying every bullet he had. He did save a young girl, though by saving her, he orphaned her as well. She'll be coming along within the week."
"Poor kid."
"She's nineteen."
"She's younger than me, she's a kid. How has Mr. Graham taken it then?"
"He has shut himself away in order to avoid the mental and emotional backlash. Not surprising when one experiences severe trauma that they wish to get away from."
"He's hiding until he ready, then?"
"Exactly."
He was grateful that she understood, to some degree, his work. Even if she never finished her schooling for a Masters, she was very informed in his field. Able to bounce ideas back and forth. It was a relief since Hannibal did not enjoy talking with Chilton too much.
"They've taken him off fieldwork until I evaluate him."
Kailani's amber eyes were riveted. "You're not really going to give him an eval, are you?"
"Not at all. I'd like to have a conversation with him, unhindered by the FBI's insistence."
"You do realize that you just described malpractice, right?"
"Yes," he agreed unabashedly. "Do you feel moved to contact Agent Crawford and let him know?" he asked, wondering if he was about to lose a secretary.
"Not really. Besides," she hadn't stopped grinning, her grin merely deepened, "I think you like Will Graham a little more than you let on and you wouldn't allow him to get too banged up. Why destroy someone who can understand you in your entirety?"
She'd hit it immediately.
At first, Hannibal merely wanted to twist Will around, like putty. But after speaking with him, worrying over Abigail with him, and even watching him, Hannibal was intrigued. What would Will be like in his glory, fully open with who he was inside? Just like Hannibal, yet different all the same? It would be beautiful and Hannibal would be the one to bring Will's true self to the surface. His little soon-to-be protégé.
"Also, you want him."
And there was the bluntness she was known for.
"Not in the way you are thinking, Ms. Taikefu."
She snorted and turned for the door. "Not yet, maybe," she mumbled, before leaving him to his work.
Hannibal sat back, allowing her words to wash over him. He had never truly considered his sexuality, but he knew that he didn't care about genders. Sex was sex. He'd be appropriately labeled as Pansexual or Omnisexual, really. And Will Graham was attractive physically, but at the moment, Hannibal wanted his mind. He wanted to watch Will grow and fester under Hannibal's delicate care. And then maybe… maybe they could be more. If he survived.
'I don't find you all that interesting.'
Dear, sweet Will, you most certainly will find me interesting.
All he needed was a quick shot at manipulating him into wanting to be around Hannibal more. So long as they had Jack Crawford, Alana Bloom, and Abigail Hobbs in common, Will would never truly be rid of Hannibal's existence.
Maybe he should extend an invitation for dinner?
If so, he'd need some fresh meat and there was quite the commotion at the airport this morning with a young woman whom was much too rude. She had collided with him while rushing for her taxi and cursed at him while getting in. Hannibal remembered the address she had said and learned it was for a hair salon and the web page listed her as one of the main stylists. How lucky for him.
Still though, he glanced at the closed door, why was Kailani so intent on pushing the idea of a relationship between he and Will?
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