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The end of Will's trial was in three days time. Until then, he was left to the 'mercy' of Dr. Chilton. So in a fit of childishness, Will agreed to allow the man to test him so long as Hannibal Lecter was forbidden from seeing him.

Hannibal would learn, one way or another. And it played to Chilton's ego, letting him one up Lecter and endear him to Will, just a bit.

Will only wished he could see Hannibal's face when it happened.

'Protein synthesis that moves memories from short term to long term can be interrupted, but that requires tools and skills and a certain level of unorthodox therapy'.

Chilton knew Lecter had made Will's condition worse. Will's assumptions had been proven and he knew beyond a doubt's shadow that he had a right to be pissed off at his former psychiatrist and was indeed within his rights to teach him a lesson.

Kailani helped Bella Crawford to the sofa as she waited for her appointment time. The woman was proud and strong and did not like the fact that she needed help to walk everywhere.

Her Cancer was getting worse, fast and she refused to have chemotherapy. Besides, chemo didn't cure Cancer and half of the time it made the Cancer worse. It also caused great pain to the victim. Kailani knew, her mother had had Cancer.

She wasn't expecting her boss to come from his office, telling her that she needed to call an ambulance for the woman who had apparently just tried to commit a safe suicide but was stopped because Hannibal kept medicines on hand.

Kailani was to cancel the rest of the appointments for the day.

At least she was able to go and visit Will. That was something.

The damn chair was tiny and cold and she wished the hospital provided better arrangements for visitors, but it wasn't their job to. Having a chair at all was enough.

"Bella Crawford tried to commit suicide."

Will sat up immediately. "What?"

"Her Cancer has gotten worse and she felt that she should have ended it safely. Dr. Lecter resuscitated her with some injection. She slapped him in the face and demanded he leave her hospital room when she woke. It was kind of funny in a sad way."

She realized how that made no sense when said out loud. "When I say funny…"

"It's funny Hannibal was slapped, not that Bella thought suicide was best?"

"Yeah."

Thank goodness Will caught on so damn quickly. It would have been fucking awkward to explain that to someone who didn't know her at all.

"So, how's life in the hell of hell?"

"I've verified some thoughts. I'm sure you've heard that I blamed Hannibal for my being in here?"

No, she hadn't.

"Nope."

"What?"

"Nothing. Is this a real thing or did he molest you or something and you're just getting back at him for it?"

Will gave a sarcastic snort, "If that was only it. And I don't think I would have considered it molestation by the way."

Before she could say anything about that, he was plowing onward.

"I let Alana and Chilton do some unconventional therapy on me that would trigger memories from my time lapses. They triggered alright. Hannibal has a keen sense of smell. He knew Bella has Cancer just from smelling her. He knew I had Encephalitis and was manipulating me to make it worse. Encouraging my problems because he was interested in seeing what would happen. Convinced Sutcliffe to stay quiet about it.

I guess somewhere along the line, he began to think he cares for me. His therapist came to see me and told me she believes he truly believes that what he did to me, was for my own good for some reason. She then leaned in close and told me she believed I was right about Hannibal.

I remember him shoving a large tube down my throat and then shoving Abigail's ear down it. I remember conversations I had with him where he drugged me with things during my lapses.

On top of all that, Beverly and I have reasoned out that the recent death was done by the Real Copycat and he is also the Chesapeake Ripper and if we meld both profiles together, they fit perfectly and I'm the only one who sees that Hannibal fits everything. Beverly and I had an arrangement that I'd continue to help her in cases if she checked into him for me, but I asked her to stop because I know how far he'd go to protect himself and what if he found her annoying or rude? He'd kill her instantly and harvest her organs for himself."

Kailani was silent for a moment, processing all he said. Hannibal's own therapist believed Will was right in blaming Hannibal. Hannibal fit the profile of the killer perfectly. Hannibal would kill to protect himself or if he thought someone was rude or annoying. Hannibal harvested organs?

Her mind brought up the image of Franklyn Froideveaux and she realized that Hannibal had killed a man for literally no reason other than the fact that he was annoying. She didn't really care that he killed him so effortlessly, but it did shed light.

"What was the profile?"

"Smart, forties or fifties, exotic and foreign, cultured, former surgeon, knows his art and literature, eye for detail, keeps track of TattleCrime, narcissist, and good senses."

Shit. That was some profile and he was fucking right.

"And no one wants to believe it?"

"There's no proof. As a trusted friend, Jack did search his house and clothes and found nothing to verify my claims. He's good at what he does."

"Then we can't sue him."

Will's face morphed into a look of utter confusion, "You think everything can be solved with suing?"

She shrugged, "A lot of my problems have been solved this way."

Will let out a sarcastic laugh. "I'm going to deal with him on my own time. He'll pay for putting me through this shit."

"He should," agreed Kailani. "And if he thinks he's doing right by you, then something is fucking wrong with him."

"Y-you believe me?"

"Yeah. You haven't lied to me about important things yet. Besides, it's kind of obvious. Also, Tobias didn't kill Dr. Lecter's patient, Dr. Lecter did because he was annoying."

Will's jaw dropped, "And you lied?!"

"Yeah. Death doesn't bother me, remember? Besides, when he managed to kill someone so efficiently and soundlessly without a weapon in about twenty seconds, you don't know what he's capable of. I didn't care that someone was killed, I cared about getting the fucker out of the room."

"God, I can't even be annoyed with you over it. It was defensive. By ignoring it, you were playing to his demands of silence and keeping yourself safe. Fuck it, whatever!"

Will fluffed his hair a few times. "I've decided to handle him myself."

"Are you going to kill him?"

"No."

"Even after all this bullshit he put you through and the people he killed?"

"Yes. I'm going to ignore him. He has to learn that he doesn't get to fuck with me like that without consequences."

"So this isn't about the deaths, it's more about perceived betrayal?"

"I thought he was my friend."

"I think he thinks he's your friend and that he's doing the right thing. There's always a reason for everything he does and even on the witness stand he called you his friend. Maybe in his mind… his way of helping you is the best or only way he could think of."

They were silent for a moment, contemplating the happening, before an earsplitting grin spread across Kailani's cheeks. "You still like him!" she crowed.

"Unfortunately, but I think I can go a long time without seeing him."

"Then we make him suffer."

"How, though?" asked Will.

"We'll make him crave you. You'll stop your therapy. Visit my house often. Come to the opera with me on nights he goes. Don't talk to him though. Consider moving and don't let him know of where. If we're teaching him a lesson, it'll be a good one," she said deviously. "Though I must check, are you sure you still want anything at all to do with him despite what you know about him and what he's done to you?"

"Are you sure you still want to love your ex despite who she is and what she's done to you?" countered Will.

"Touche."

Will was informed when he reached the courthouse for the final part of his trial, that another man had been killed in a perfect replica of three other murders. All those which had been unidentified to the public.

The judge, who was looking as annoyed as Will felt, blatantly exclaimed that Will had obviously garnered the negative attention of a serial killer and that he'd been set up the entire time. Since there was no jury, the verdict was left in the judge's hands and Will was relieved to hear 'not guilty' before the mallet was slammed down.

Kailani and Jay were over the moon and pulled him aside to consult on their revenge attack on the FBI - Kade Prurnell in general - via lawsuit. Kailani knew what the process was and Jay had been in the business for two and a half decades.

"We'll make them suffer," assured Kailani.

Upon being freed, Kailani took Will to the Academy where he immediately resigned officially from his post. He no longer wanted to teach anyone anything and he wasn't about to go back and help the people who threw him under the bus without a thought, just because Kade Prurnell said to.

He'd keep contact with Beverly and Alana, but he wasn't going to be consulting cases any longer and making profiles. He wanted to rest for a while and then decide on what the hell he was going to do from now on.

He certainly was going fishing. He wanted to just relax in the water and make his mental visions a reality to an extent.

"It'll be a few days before the FBI will be returning all of my possessions they had taken as evidence," Will said as they drove along.

"Come stay with me, then."

"The dogs…"

"Bring them. My house is as big as Dr. Lecter's, we can fit them."

"Alana goes to my house every day, in the morning and at night to take care of them, so they should be there unless she took them for a walk."

"You miss your family?"

"Dearly."

Kailani and Will had been sharing space for three days. Jay had come over once to finalize the plan for the lawsuit. Will finally got to meet Maritza, who hit on him the moment she saw him.

She also made doubly sure to roll her Rs as often as possible and poor Will was left a blushing mess. He liked foreign accents.

Kailani and Maritza then pumped him for information about past relationships and what he knew and didn't know. What he wanted, what he needed, and what he was unsure of.

The former profiler was left stuttering by the time the women were finished with him. He'd never been so embarrassed before. So blatantly talking about sex like that!

"Hey, that annoying attorney was worse and you never cracked."

True.

"I was actually trying not to laugh because you were being hilarious."

She paused, considering him for a few seconds before saying, "True, I am rather funny."

"And humble," added Maritza.

"That too."

Will laughed at how the two of them seemed to mesh so well together. He wondered if that was what he and Hannibal were like before the shit hit the damn fan and his life decided to fuck him sideways.

"Well I approve," Maritza nodded, chugging the rest of her whiskey. "You bring that pompous asshole down and own his ass, okay, nenê?"

Kailani was already laughing, "He may be good with his hips, but I don't think he'll be using them like that on Hannibal Lecter!"

So obviously Maritza was drunk and Kailani was just being perverted if the giggling was anything to go by.

But it was nice.

Nice to have a friend that literally took umbrage over the rough treatment he received and wanted to hunt down his offenders. Who paid for his attorney and basically everything else to help him out, demanding that she take control because she knew the works and he didn't.

And the fact that she was going to help him punish Hannibal was just… amazing.

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