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Will was losing time more often and the amount between when he closed his eyes and when he opened them was growing in length.

He'd lost at the very least, three and a half hours.

That was the longest so far.

He pulled out his phone and decided to send a message to Kailani.

Are you in Baltimore?

She responded a moment later.

At home, why?

Want to drink with me?

WTF happened?

I'm sick I think.

It's not good to drink when sick.

I meant mentally.

I still don't think it's good.

Please?

*sigh* Okay, come to my house, we'll talk.

Thanks.

She sent the address and he was on his way. An hour and a half drive that was worth it.

Her house was only a little smaller than Hannibal's was, with a large driveway. He pulled in and approached the house, a pack of beer, a bottle of whiskey, and some pucker up, held in his hands.

She let him in easily and eyed the bags with interest.

"Come, the living room beckons. I'll get the glasses."

Once settled, she asked, "So what happened?"

He tried to word it properly, "I… I've been losing time. I ended up at your office not knowing how I got there and today, Alana found me teaching to an empty room. In my head, people had been there but I had actually been alone. And then she hugged me and I felt awkward."

"I thought you liked her."

"As a friend I guess… but since the kiss I've bee-"

"KISS?!"

He flushed, looking away from her horror filled, accusing, amber eyes. "Yeah."

"Why?"

"I thought I wanted it. And then it was… eh."

"Oh, does she have lips like a dead fish?"

"No, she was actually pretty good, but it just didn't feel right."

Kailani said nothing, but she did glance at the window for some reason.

"Is it 'cause she isn't a man?"

Ugh!

"Why does everything have to be about Hannibal?"

"I just asked a question, I said nothing about my smexy, Lithuanian boss, who looks at your ass when you aren't facing him."

"He does not!" protested Will, face heating a bit as he realized she'd played him easily with that last comment.

She quirked a brow.

"Does he?" he asked, a small thrill filling him at the thought.

"Yes. He's begun it most recently, but it happens. I'm not even sure he realizes it."

Will was flushed, because he'd never thought anyone would do such a thing in regards to him of all people. And to think that Hannibal would be the one to do it. There was something odd about it all.

"Anyway, about the losing time thing. Have you considered going to a doctor? It would probably be in your best interest. I don't know much about this stuff, so getting a test or scan or something would be best for you."

"I guess."

Dr. Lecter wanted him to draw a clock, so he drew a clock. There was nothing wrong with it according to the man and Will had no idea why he had to draw anything in the first place.

But Lecter suggested a neurologist he knew and Will couldn't deny it. Especially after what happened at the crime scene.

Until there was proof that nothing was truly wrong with him, he was off the cases. He was useless.

Kailani bade him a farewell and told him to try to relax.

Not likely. Not when his body was leaving his mind behind.

If there was nothing wrong with his brain, then what the hell was going on?!

Will paced his living room over and over.

There had to be something.

Something was causing all of these problems, he just had to find it. Learn about it. Prevent it from happening any further.

But what was it?

He turned on his phone and began typing a list of his symptoms in the Google bar.

There was something at work.

Georgia Madchen just didn't make sense. And her mother had nothing of substance to add. She had a mental disorder of some sort, but what was it?

It was times like these that Will greatly wished the field of mental health and study was a lot more in depth. If the brain wasn't such a pain in the ass, they'd know what was wrong with her and what they were dealing with.

He needed stability and Jack promised to be it, but lately… Will wasn't so sure.

Kailani and Maritza were lounging on the floor in their small hotel room. Hannibal had suggested she go on a small vacation and she decided Disney World. Maritza had been vibrating with excitement the whole time. But now they were resting off the day's joy, with slight liquor and deep, thoughtful discussion that came the fuck out of nowhere.

Topic of discussion, Will Graham.

"You know, I have dealt with something similar. My Aunt Awilda, had the same things happening to her. Then she had a seizure when the symptoms became too much and they found a tumor on her brain. She had encephalitis."

Kailani sat up abruptly. "Do you remember the symptoms? Are they the same as Will's?"

"I'd say his are worse. Losing time for seven hours is not good. His mind may overload. He could fall into a seizure too."

Shit.

She grabbed her phone, trying to contact Will through text.

Will.

Will.

WILL!

William Graham answer your damn phone!

So help me I will shove my foot up your ass if you aren't predisposed to more important pursuits!

WILL!

No answer.

She decided to leave a message.

"Will, my friend just told me some very terrible news. You may have encephalitis. Call me when you get this, please."

Hannibal looked through Will's phone. It was ringing, showing Kailani was calling. It stopped suddenly, saying Will had a new message. He played it back, "Will, my friend just told me some very terrible news. You may have encephalitis. Call me when you get this, please."

Hannibal promptly deleted the message. It wouldn't do to have things out in the open so soon.

She had sent many texts too. Hannibal deleted them all. It was good to know that she'd be gone for three more days.

Now, for Sutcliffe.

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