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Jack didn't believe him. Beverly was wary of him. Alana was worried about him. Hannibal was manipulating him. Chilton was trying to manipulate and was nowhere near as good as Hannibal was. Kailani was working her hardest to help him.

So little things in his life at the moment, were good. But Kailani had certainly cheered him up with visits every other day. He hadn't yet told her about her boss, because everyone else he told treated him like he was mad and he didn't want her to do it too.

Still, the thought was there, on the tip of his tongue just waiting to be set free. To see how she'd react. Her ex was a serial killer and it wasn't the fact that she killed that had bothered Kailani. It was the hurting herself and those Kailani cared for. Kailani was extremely mellow at the thought of death. Worryingly so, but she also understood.

He was sure her reaction wouldn't be too bad, but he was still blindly holding on to his fear.

What ifs meant a lot in his life. And the 'What if she hates me?' rang through his head a lot. Will didn't get on with people but that didn't mean he didn't wish to. He'd like to be normal, just wished it wasn't so hard. And he didn't want people to not like him. Very few people ever admitted to liking him and he'd like to keep those few close. Except Hannibal. He could go to hell.

The door at the end of the hall opened and Will's head cocked to the side, hearing heels. Considering who had been visiting him recently, it could be Kailani, Alana, Hannibal's psychiatrist, maybe even Freddie Lounds if he was unlucky.

He waited and was relieved when Kailani passed the bar along with a man - who was taller than her! - and sat in the provided chair, right on the toe of the white line outside Will's cell.

"Yo!"

"How are you?" he asked.

"Fine, with all things considered. This is Jay Pringle, of Pringle, Pringle, and Volvar. He's my lawyer and he's damn good at what he does. Never lost a case."

Will nodded to the tall, Black man, "Nice to meet you, sir. Thank you for agreeing to help me."

"I don't know if you're fully innocent or not and it doesn't matter, guilty or not guilty is what's important here. However, I am astonished by the complete lack of investigation the FBI has undertaken. It's quite easy to shine questions on the claims of some of your charges and if we play our cards right, the FBI will be made fools of."

"What?" Will asked, standing abruptly from his seat. Unlike almost everyone else, they didn't flinch an ounce when he got closer to the bars. He liked that. "What are you planning?"

"You're going to sue the FBI - Kade Prurnell actually - for malpractice, among other things. Jay has a list and in accordance to the laws of Virginia, many things lean in your favor and not theirs."

The evil grin on Kailani's face admittedly scared the shit out of him.

She might just have a suing people kink.

"Mr. Graham, it's time."

Will sat up, finding the lisping orderly standing beside Kailani. She was holding a crisp, black suit with a red tie.

"You need to shave," she said, gesturing to the orderly who was holding a can of cream, a washcloth, and a razor.

"What? No, I look like a twelve year old!"

"Will, we need you to look like someone who is innocent. Innocence breeds protective feelings."

"That's not fair."

"Jay has taught me that in the court of law, fair means nothing, only guilty and not guilty. Let him shave you. I also brought a good aftershave, not that normal shit you wear."

Will sighed and allowed the man inside, with the two cops on either side of the cell just in case. The man was quick and efficient and he didn't nick Will once.

"Huh, you do look like a young teen. Fresh and lively though, not feminine or childish. Adorable though."

The orderly dabbed some aftershave on Will's neck and Will was filled with something strong, but nice. He didn't know what it was but he liked it a lot.

"Now for the suit, it's been tailored for you."

A bespoke, three piece suit too, she was going all out.

Once he was fully dressed and cuffed, he stepped into the hall and into her working hands, which were running two combs through his hair and a swift pace. "Flatten first, then fluff. You'll be so fucking cute they won't know what hit them."

Ugh!

"You're evil," he sniped.

"Yes."

Once his hair had been artfully arranged and she fixed his tie because he was bad at tying them, she gave a nod. "I'll see you there."

With a nod of gratitude to the orderly and the two cops, she departed quickly, sending a wink Will's way before she was gone.

"You have a very good friend, Mr. Graham," lisped the orderly.

"Yeah," he agreed. "I somehow got really lucky."

When Will entered the courtroom, he sniffed twice, smelling the wax on the floor. It was strong and gross.

The cuffs were removed and he was walked down the aisle and past the small gate where he shook Jay Pringle's hand for the first time.

"Whatever you do," said the extremely tall man, "don't show any emotion, but try to look innocent."

"I am innocent."

"Yes, but you look constipated, not innocent. Cute I can sell, constipated not so much."

Will sighed and seated himself, closing his eyes and envisioning Abigail, his heart pounding painfully at his mental construct of her. Her sweet smile and innocent fear. Her guilt and worry that Will would be angry that she enjoyed killing Nick Boyle. Will allowed himself to slip into her mentality and relaxed in his seat, consciously making and effort to widen his eyes just the slightest.

"Perfect," said Jay.

The man held up a pair of familiar glasses, "Kailani chose these because they enlarge the eyes a bit. They'll work in your favor."

Will slipped them on, feeling his eyes focus. He didn't have bad eyesight, but he hadn't known he could see any clearer. "Do I even want to know how she got these?"

"Probably not."

"Okay then."

A few moments later, the courtroom doors were closed and the judge entered through the side door.

Will could already tell by the look of the woman that would be examining him, that she was a bitch and he wouldn't like her. Lo' and behold, she opened her mouth and he was right.

She painted a brutal picture, he had to give her that. Straight faced the entire time. Would have made a good cop with fortitude like that. Jay didn't look impressed.

The man was also wearing a black suit but it had silver pinstripes that made him stand out. If his height wasn't enough already. He wore a pair of sleek glasses, that made him look smarter and more sophisticated. Will was sure that was a power play, much like with his own glasses.

The woman finished her piece and Jay stood, greeting the judge politely and started right off with proof that Will did not kill Georgia Madchen. The man had blinked in shock and Will could hear the mumbling of the people in the room. The woman had literally just tore him apart and if there was proof that some of what she was saying was wrong, then she could be wrong about a lot of things.

"Present your evidence."

"The night before Georgia Madchen was murdered, my client received a visit from his friend, Kailani Taikefu. Ms. Taikefu happens to be an acquaintance of mine and I know personally that she suffers acute paranoia, anxiety, and social anxiety. Ms. Taikefu makes notes of everything that happens in her life and recorded the visit Will Graham had with Georgia Madchen, the night before her murder."

Through the main doors, came a man, pushing a 72" screen TV, which was settled in front of the judge's stand. A DVD player was hooked up immediately and both were plugged in with an extension cord. Within seconds, Will was watching the halls of the hospital that had been his hell for four days, his and Kailani's voices ringing through the room.

They all watched, someone hissing and wincing in disgust at the sight of Georgia. The judge, who had to come down from his seat to watch the video, frowned the entire time.

When it was over and the TV was pulled away, Jay continued providing the evidence.

"Ms. Taikefu, in worry over Mr. Graham's condition, asked his on sight nurses to check on him every hour, mark down when they did, and sign their names. I have written and recorded confirmation from both women that Will Graham didn't leave his room until Agent Crawford of the BAU retrieved him. He had two visitors the day of Georgia Madchen's death. Hannibal Lecter, his psychiatrist, and Kailani Taikefu. Mr. Lecter left at eleven forty-five and Ms. Taikefu came at eleven fifty. She didn't leave the room until Agent Crawford requested Mr. Graham's presence.

In this file I have the paternity test results and the ultrasound documents to ultimately prove that Will Graham and Kailani Taikefu didn't leave the room."

There was a loud gasp that rang through the courtroom and Will refused to look anywhere but straight ahead, though mentally he was laughing at how annoyed the other attorney was.

The judge looked through the files for a moment before giving a slow nod and slamming his mallet down once, declaring Will acquitted of the murder charge of Georgia Madchen.

A glance at the woman who had painted a horrible picture, showed that she was pissed. It was hilarious, but Will remembered Jay's words and kept calm.

"Anything else, Mr. Pringle?"

"Yes, your honor. Through extensive research, I have managed to gather enough evidence to prove that Will Graham couldn't have murdered Cassie Boyle."

And Jay went through the procedure, listing both Alana and Jack several times, mentioned the dog care specialist Will saw, the records the FBI database kept of all who enter and leave, Will's job as a teacher and what his schedule was. When all was said and done, Will was also acquitted of the murder charge of Cassie Boyle, though both the judge and the woman - he really needed to learn her name - didn't look happy.

After a brief intermission, Jack was brought to the stand.

He spoke of how he had forced Will to keep going despite knowing that many people had said he shouldn't. He mentioned Will's Encephalitis and what his doctor had said when questioned. That Will had been steadily growing more sick over the months and that he had ignored it because Will was helping him save lives.

The attorney looked ready to spit fire.

Will thought it was hilarious that he was acquitted to two of five murder charges and more proof just kept coming up to strip the paint from the lovely portrait that the woman had painted. Jay looked thrilled.

Will didn't know why, but he was actually enjoying this a lot.

The next person brought to the stand was his doctor, Ms. Mennis. She explained what anti-NMDA Receptor Encephalitis was and told the court what it did, the pain it caused, and even how bad his had gotten. Apparently, the risk of his death had been very high when he went to her.

She explained that he was getting the treatment done despite being imprisoned and that he was recovering rather well, thankfully.

Will sat in his seat as the people filed out, wondering how long this trial would take. A continuation was assured obviously, but he just really hated being there.

"Your acting is superb," said Jay.

"I've had time to perfect it."

A young officer walked right up to the man and handed him an envelope. Jay thanked her and she went on her way.

"You've already been proven not guilty of two murders and the faith in your supposed guilt has been shaken by your astounding good record and files."

He tore open the envelope and turned it upside down.

And out fell an ear and crusted blood.

The fuck?

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