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"Who do you wish to sue this time, Kai?"

Kailani tried to return the grin her lawyer Jay Pringle, was giving her, but it came more as a grimace.

"I'm not the one suing. I have a friend who has been charged with the murders of five people."

Jay whistled, "That's pretty bad, Kai."

"Yeah. I have proof and an alibi that he didn't commit one of them and I gained enough info to know that he couldn't have committed the first. I can't prove anything else, but if it could lessen his sentence, I'll do anything to help him."

Jay sat forward in interest. He liked using her paranoia because it led to evidence. And evidence could be used for many things. "What do you know?"

"Will has Encephalitis and an Empathy disorder. He can assume someone's POV down to their thoughts and emotions. He consults with the FBI and has caught them many serial killers over the last year. His Empathy leaves him mildly deranged and in the beginning, his sanity began to wane and then he started losing time and hallucinating. These minor symptoms began getting worse, until his problem was revealed when my friend mentioned it and I made him get another MRI. The first doctor lied about his results. Something that bad doesn't suddenly appear within two to three weeks."

"And where's this doctor?"

"He's one of the murders Will has been accused of. But Will learned of his duplicity after his death, not before."

"And what evidence do you have that is strong enough to remove one murder charge?"

She handed over the DVD she'd made from downloading the video she took the night she and Will visited Georgia Madchen. She handed over the nurse's signature with the date and times she checked on Will over the night. She handed over the signature of the nurse who checked on Will and she during the day. And finally, she handed over a small picture.

Jay opened his laptop and popped the disc in. He watched carefully until it ended. "Do you have the original still?"

"On my phone. Can't change the date it was taken."

"The papers?"

"Will sleepwalks and I wanted to make sure he didn't do something in his sleep. The nurses were helpful and are an alibi if needed."

"The ultrasound photo?"

Ah yes, that.

"It's what it looks like. I had unprotected sex with Will Graham that day. I plan to get his approval for a paternity test. I'll have to convince the head of the Baltimore State Hospital for the Criminally Insane to give permission, but it shouldn't be too hard."

"This would help him a lot."

"I know."

"What about the proof that he couldn't have done the first?"

She leaned forward, elbows resting on the desk. "The FBI Academy and main building require a sign in by everyone. They all have a code. If you are a visitor, someone with a code must enter your name into the database and you are given a badge with a large V on it, to wear for the duration of your visit.

With the help of Will's friend Alana, I was let in and able to find the records of his entrances and exits. Will doesn't miss work unless pulled away from it by the head of the Behavioral Analysis Unit, Jack Crawford. He showed up to work at exactly seven-thirty every morning unless with Jack. His records are available. If he didn't leave with Jack or one of his team members, he would leave at five every evening. He's a professor and teaches profiling to the new recruits and to keep work away from home, stays late to finish grading."

"So then… would he have had time for the first murder?"

"No. Agent Crawford met my boss on the September afternoon two days before the girl had been killed. The next day, he went with Jack to the Academy and met Will. The day after, Will left with Jack and his team early in the morning and drove to Minnesota. It's a twenty hour drive without stopping. The girl had been dead for hours when they arrived. Will left the FBI Academy at exactly eight the night before, because he was with Jack. He had dinner with Alana Bloom and Jack in a small diner and she had wished them luck. He didn't leave until ten. She and Crawford can vouch. If he were to catch a flight to and one back, he'd have to spend about six hundred dollars. The flights would be around three hours each. Then the ride to the nearest airport would be about two hours altogether since he lives half an hour from the Academy. But he entered the Academy at four forty-five the next morning and left with Crawford at five even. He also set his seven dogs up at a dog care center in Quantico and had to pick them all up to take them there. According to the woman, he had to make two trips for seven dogs. That's a half hour to and from, twice. So, two more hours. There isn't enough time for him to do all of these things."

"Why is he being blamed then?"

Kailani sighed in frustration. "There's this woman who's from the head of the board I think, or general or something. She doesn't want Will to get better. She simply wants him to get the death sentence. She's shooting down all of Crawford's efforts to see if Will is innocent. She doesn't want to do her job and because of fraudulent tabloid reporter, Will's public reputation isn't so good to begin with."

Jay's dark eyes lighted, "And has this reporter been sued for libel?"

"Often. Six times I believe and settled six as well. I caught her recording my boss' and Will's therapy session and she ended up paying a hefty fine, escaping prison so long as she left my name out of her drama."

"Interesting, that could be useful. I think I can help you."

"I know you can."

"What is your goal?"

"To lessen his sentence. No offence, but three murders isn't enough for a death penalty no matter what anyone says. Serial killers who have done worse have been sentenced to life in prison without parole. I want to see if we can use his illness in this. Intense study on it will help you understand. I think I can get Alana Bloom to help, she told me she repeatedly informed Crawford that he shouldn't push Will's sanity and the man didn't listen. She's an expert in her field, her opinion would matter in the long run. His doctor could help, she's smart. An insanity plea if he's found guilty anyway. And if possible, suing the FBI for neglect of their duties toward one of their workers, overworking him, and ignoring the words of his psychiatrist and others as well."

Another whistle. "You aren't playing fair, are you?"

"I believe you once told me that, 'In court, there is no fair. Only guilty and not guilty.'.

Jay's devious smile prompted her to return the action.

"Indeed I did."

"What can I do for you, Ms. Taikefu?"

Kailani tried not to wince at the incorrect pronunciation of her name and simply smiled at the man, but her attention kept being dragged back to the large, open window on her right. She hated windows!

Dr. Chilton was a well known psychiatrist and he knew the game. Manipulation.

"Dr. Chilton, my friend, Will Graham is currently residing within your hospital during the time of his trial."

"Yes."

"I have hard evidence that one of his charges are false and that he didn't murder a particular person. I have given three forms of evidence to his lawyer, however I'm willing to go a step further and get one more just in case."

"Oh?" he asked, looking only slightly interested.

"On the day the person was murdered, I was with him. To be candid, we had sex in his hospital room. That was six and a half weeks ago. I had an ultrasound the other day and I'm six and a half weeks along. However, my claim to him being the only man I've had sex with in the last year, can be ignored, so I need a paternity test and I need your permission, as you are overseeing him at the moment."

The man's jaw had dropped. "You are, completely sure?"

She smirked and with a wink, said, "Typically I fancy women for sex, so yes, I'm sure."

The man fiddled with his cane. "Why should I help you?"

"You don't need to, but it would be appreciated."

Dr. Chilton leaned forward, looking intent. "Come to dinner with me, for one night, and I will allow the paternity test."

"Deal," she said quickly. "Though you didn't need to go so far if you wanted to learn about Will's Empathy."

She laughed at his shocked look. "Sir, I work for Dr. Lecter and have a Bachelor's in Psychiatry, I know the works."

Will sat on his small cot, mind lost in his imagination. He was fishing. Whenever he closed his eyes, he could perfectly recall the stream and the fish, the temperature and the sky, the trees and the scent. His wasn't a palace of any kind, but it was a memory construct and it worked for him.

The Encephalitis was being taken care of and he even felt much better. No more melting away, or losing time, or nausea. He felt that he had control of himself. His sleeping was the best it had been in years. Just how long did he have the illness?

Kailani had visited him three times already. First to tell him about his attorney, second to get a paternity test for an alibi of his innocence the day Georgia had been murdered, and third to see how he was doing.

She had yelled over him not telling Jack about her being with him when seeing Georgia.

"You must always have an alibi! I told you that. She was dead! You told a room full of FBI agents that you were the last person to see a woman before she died! That made you a suspect! The only suspect!"

She'd been angry understandably. Called him a few rude names, but he deserved it. He was just so used to thinking for himself that even though they'd been friends for several months, he wasn't prepared.

Hannibal also visited. The bastard.

All along.

He'd been the one all along.

So suave and 'helpful'. 'Worrying' that Will was dead during the Tobias incident. Inviting him over for dinner. Feeding him... people!

There was no proof it was him. He was a genius. A master. He'd definitely been doing it for much longer than he was the Ripper. His skill was easy to see.

And now that he knew, it all made sense. What Miriam Lass had described the Ripper as, added to what Will had discovered and it was so obvious. Exotic, she had said. Between his forties and fifties. Former surgeon. Artistic and cultured. Knew religious significance. Hannibal was the Chesapeake Ripper and he was also a cannibal.

It was disgusting.

He'd eaten dinner with Hannibal. Ate people!

He found it revolting. Why would he want to eat people? They were unclean, disgusting, barely worthy of socializing with. And yet Hannibal hunted them down for one reason or another, and took their body parts and ate them!

And not just eating. He transformed them. These pigs meant for nothing but to feed and satiate Hannibal, were elevated upon death. Brought to a more acceptable level of creation. An evolution of sorts.

The Ripper was so dramatic too. Hannibal did have that flair.

The sound of footsteps drew him from his mind and he looked, seeing what he had learned was to be the representation of Hannibal in his mind. The stag with the feathers was Hannibal and it alway showed up when he was there mentally or physically.

"Hello, Will."

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