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Will ended up exchanging numbers with Kailani when she called him a friend and said that 'friends should have each other's phone numbers'. As a fellow person who was severely antisocial and actually had anxiety disorders to prove it, she had opened up really well to him of all people. Though she had admitted to being uncomfortable around Alana and Jack.

When Will got a call that Kailani was in Quantico because she had stayed the night over her used-to-be-only-friend's house, and wanted to meet for coffee, he pulled himself out of bed and dressed. The dogs were let out and fed, then brought back in and he took off for the same coffee shop they'd met in last time.

She was easy to spot. The tallest woman he knew, with the longest hair too.

She was sitting in a small corner in the back of the shop. He noticed immediately that it gave her easy view of the entire shop, both entrances, both bathrooms, and a look at the windows. Her eyes had landed on him quickly and she smiled a bit, waving at him, before looking around again.

When Hannibal said she was paranoid, he wasn't joking.

Will ordered a latte and joined her at her table. She also forced him to sit right beside her instead of opposite.

"That way our backs are against the wall and no one can sneak up on us," she said. "I don't trust people and I just have really bad feelings about vulnerability. Someone cut my braid off once due to my lack of vigilance and ever since then, I don't dare leave my back unguarded for too long. I mean, someone got close to me with a sharp instrument that can be used to kill people and I didn't notice until it was too late."

Okay it made a bit more sense now.

"Never mind that I broke her arms in return for it, she deserved it."

That made him shiver.

She just so casually talked of breaking someone's arms simply because they cut her hair off. Unless…

"Why did she cut off your hair?"

"My family was the only Polynesian one in the community and I was bullied a lot for it. Many things happened before I grew a backbone and before I reached puberty. They unfortunately shaped a large part of who I am today. The moment I stopped cowering and fought back, things changed."

He couldn't really fault her then. Racism was ridiculous.

"On another note, did you happen to join Dr. Lecter for Christmas dinner?" she asked, grinning suddenly though not trying to make eye contact like so many others did. He was thankful for that.

"Yes, he told me you suggested it and that you baked the pie we ate afterwards. It was good." He quieted down, thinking about it and how he'd felt awkward and how Hannibal looked at peace. "What is it that you want for Dr. Lecter and I?"

"I see a large amount of compatibility between you two and I'd like it to grow. It's rare that people find someone who can understand them and then accept them. Not everyone gets someone so amazing. It'd be nice if I can witness such a union."

She basically wanted two men to get together.

"So how have you been?" she asked, sipping from her cup.

"I… sleepwalked this morning and was found by two policemen. My dog Winston, had apparently been guarding me the whole way."

She frowned, "Have you ever done this before?"

"I'm pretty sure I haven't."

"How far did you get?"

"Well, I was still in Wolf Trap, but the area is pretty large and full of open fields and small farms so while I was still there, I was like five miles from home, while only on the main road."

"Damn. What are you going to do today?"

"I… I was going to see Dr. Lecter and see what he might have to say."

"He should be home. It is only six in the morning, it'll be around eight when you arrive."

Will nodded.

He couldn't help but ask, "What's it like... working for him?"

She smirked, "Good pay, respect, zero sexual harassment from him, humor, he understands me to a degree and it's nice, and he doesn't fake it with me. People pretend to like me, but he doesn't and it's nice to know."

"Are you… friends?"

Her lips pursed. "I consider him a friend, but I don't know if the sentiment is returned. We don't hang out or anything."

Will could understand that so very well. He was certainly that Beverly Katz considered him a friend even though they never really spent time together or knew each other that well. And he'd like to be friends with her - she was nice after all - it was just hard to trust people.

"Well, we should probably head out now. I don't think you'll be driving like I will so it'll take longer to get there."

Will laughed and got up, finishing his latte in one large gulp. "I don't think my car can handle doing one hundred for an hour straight."

She snorted, "The disadvantages of having an older vehicle."

"Yeah."

For once, Will would like it if he could come across a serial killer that just killed because they wanted to. Not because they loved their victims, or because they had a grudge against a particular kind of people, or because they felt they were being merciful to some odd extent. Just a normal killer. A Joker kind of killer. Who killed because they could and had no pesky emotions to get in the way of everything.

Stringing people up as angels was just… weird! Not that it was better than any of the other serial killers he's had to deal with or anything. It was just morbid in a sense. Because this time, religion played a part in it.

Minor or major had yet to be determined.

But this guy made angels to watch over him in his sleep, so something was there.

And then Will got snarky with Jack.

Ugh!

However, his mouth did lead him to learning that Beverly did seem to like him as a friend. And maybe he could get along with her even though he was weird and unnerving.

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