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Will stared at the stag that was walking around his classroom. He'd finally seen what it was and he was not enjoying it. It couldn't be a normal deer right? No, this damn thing had feathers!

No one else was seeing it so he knew it was all in his head. He wondered if he should tell Hannibal about it. But he'd only talked to Kailani about it so maybe she was the better choice in regards to it.

He felt uneasy.

Hannibal just adored the opera. Everything about it was soothing. It was everything afterwards that annoyed him. Also, Franklyn had found out that he liked opera and had come with a friend and Hannibal was doing his absolute best to keep his annoyance to himself and to not say anything untoward.

It was difficult.

And then he was saved.

By Kailani of all people.

She was dressed in a elegant, green, ankle length cocktail dress, with a black lace overlay. Her hair had been rolled into thick curls, shortening the length to the middle of her back. She towered over him more than usual in her three inch, black heels. There was a small, black clutch in her left hand. She was a vision.

Much more beautiful than normal because she whisked Franklyn away while sending Hannibal a conspiratorial wink. That left Hannibal to speak with Tobias Budge, Franklyn's interesting friend.

He'd have to give her a raise.

Kailani had been in the bathroom - seriously she was always there when the shit went down - when she came out to hear Will Graham threatening to shoot someone.

The door to Dr. Lecter's office was opened and she found Yvonne of all people, holding Dr. Lecter's letter opener to her boss' throat, while Will was aiming his loaded gun at her head. The three looked up when she entered and Yvonne allowed herself to be distracted enough to loosen her grip on the blade. Hannibal whirled around, ripping it from her grip and lifting her off the ground by her lapels.

Yvonne was about a foot shorter than Kailani, so it was easy to deal with her. It was the cuteness that disarmed people and allowed her to get so close to them.

She was struggling.

"Venus, stop it!" Kailani demanded firmly.

"Mine!"

"Will, can you call your boss?" the Polynesian asked Will. "I think he'd like to make certain that another person ends up behind bars," Kailani said, frowning at Yvonne's body.

"No! I can't go back there!" Venus cried. "Don't make me go back, Lani!"

And there was the play on the cute. She was too damn good at that. Manipulating Kailani's soft spot. But Kailani wasn't the one holding her hostage, Hannibal was, and he didn't look like he'd be letting go any time soon.

The doctor, client, and secretary sat on the large chaise lounge, just waiting for the questioning to end.

"I'm sorry about this. She's really very nice when not obsessive."

"Except for the murdering people thing," Will added.

Kailani winced, "Perhaps. You'll think I'm bad probably, but I don't care about the killing. I care that she killed people I liked. I care that she hurts herself."

"That's a bit…"

"Morally skewed?" she proposed, quirking a brow.

"A bit."

"Yeah, I'm like that. Though I have to say, if you want someone to love you, slaughtering everyone else in their life is not the way to go about it."

Will hummed in agreement. "But you still care, don't you?"

"So help me, I do."

Hannibal, who had been listening in, smiled a little. "There is nothing wrong with loving her. It is said that the ones we love hurt us the most. And yet even after everything, the fact that you can still love her is actually an amazing thing. You know who she is and accept it. Love her despite it all."

"If you say it's something along the lines of magical, I swear I will quit my job right now."

"I wouldn't dare."

Tobias Budge had no tact. While Hannibal was vaguely impressed with the man's skill in regards to the dramatic, he was also annoyed at how little self-preservation the man possessed.

And then to so rudely leave while in the middle of dinner. Death threats aside, propriety must be observed at all times.

But at least Will was here.

Although hearing about Will's failing romantic pursuits was a bit annoying as well. But Will had seemed confused and in need of help. And Will came to Hannibal for help.

"I don't know why I did it. It happened and I wanted it and then I didn't and I don't know why. She's nice, beautiful, has a good head on her shoulders and it seemed good. And then it just… wasn't. And then she informed me that it wouldn't be smart to continue and she has to follow her own advice, which is fine and all. She thinks I'm unstable and she's right, so a relationship will probably never happen for me. Can't really blame anyone. What just bothers me is how… it wasn't like I thought it would be. It turns out, she isn't the one that I wanted to kiss after all."

Hannibal was pulling the dessert from the oven, thinking over Will's words. His perception of himself was rather horrible.

On another note, Will's sudden lack of interest in kissing Alana, even though he'd been certain that he'd wanted it and would like it, was worthy of more thought.

"Perhaps, Alana is who you think you want. You have mentioned wishing to be normal and Alana is relatively calm with a lack of drama in her life. Maybe she is what you've deluded yourself into wanting. Maybe you actually want the complete opposite?" he suggested.

"What, like a psychopath of my own?"

Hannibal would never be able to understand the small thrill that spiked through his stomach when he heard that. He liked the sound of it, but didn't appreciate that the psychopath in question, wasn't him.

"I don't know. My last relationship was about eight years ago, so I'm lost on what I want."

"Then I suggest you should take time to yourself and ruminate on what interests you. What you wouldn't mind having in a relationship. Do you have likes and dislikes? Do you have a specified gender in mind? Do you want something particular from a relationship? Self discovery is the first step to convalescence, after all."

He handed the plated dessert to Will, already enjoying his presence much more than Tobias'. Will took the plate, brows furrowed at what was on it. He'd most likely never had anything like it before.

Hannibal waited, watching Will take a small bite and enjoying the very minuscule sound Will made. He adored it when Will sampled his cooking and liked it.

And now how to get Tobias off the map? Send Will after him.

"Will, I may be crossing the line of doctor/patient confidentiality but a client of mine has expressed worry over a friend of his. He claims the man is showing signs of psychopathy and fears he may have something to do with the trombonist you found."

Will's confused countenance cleared instantly and he straightened. "Can you say anything else?"

"He owns a string shop for musical instruments in downtown Baltimore. Perhaps you should interview him."

Will nodded and sighed, taking another bite.

"This is delicious, as all your cooking is."

Hannibal refused to admit that he preened a little.

Hannibal's next discussion with Bedelia - his psychiatrist - was much better this time.

He'd mentioned Will Graham to her before. Told her what he thought of him, though not his plans for the man. He'd even spoken lightly of Franklyn and Tobias.

He told her that Tobias had hoped to spark a friendship with him, but he wasn't considering it. Not finding him interesting enough. Instead, he felt his manipulation of Will Graham, taking stranger turns. He found himself no longer wanting to kill Will when the game was said and done. He genuinely liked Will, even though they couldn't be more different.

"It's nice when someone see us, Hannibal. Or has the ability to see us. It requires trust. Trust is difficult for you."

Bedelia was very good at her line of work. She possessed a shrewd mind and could read the lines hidden beneath his lines. So faint to most, yet blaring for her to see.

It was unnerving and amazing all at once.

"You've helped me to better understand what I want in a friendship, and what I don't," he told her. He also believed that with the right conditioning, Will Graham could provide that.

"Someone worthy of your friendship," she surmised perfectly.

"Yes," he agreed, thinking of Will. The FBI instructor/profiler who had a beautiful darkness inside him that he only needed to embrace. Everything would come easier that way.

"You've spent a lot of time building walls, Hannibal. It's natural to want to see if someone is... clever enough to climb over them."

And oh, how he wanted Will to climb.

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