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Will called Hannibal right after he called Beverly. Hannibal answered on the second ring.
"Hello?"
"I killed Randall Tier," said Will, purposefully blank.
"What happened, Will?" Hannibal asked, sounding worried when Will's emotionless voice reached him.
"He was in my house. He killed my dogs."
There was silence on the other end of the line, but Will waited for Hannibal to ground him, because he really felt like butchering the dead body on the floor and needed to be calm by the time Jack came.
"I want you to tell me where you are."
"Home."
"Not that, Will. What time is it and where are you?"
Will's eyes closed and he took a deep breath. He then looked at his watch, "I'm in Wolf Trap Virginia, it's eleven forty-nine and my name is Will Graham."
"Good. Now take three deep breaths, but I want you to hold each for ten seconds."
Will did so.
"Good," Hannibal crooned. "I assume Jack is on the way?"
"Yeah."
"Would you like to come to my home for the next few nights?"
Will didn't even have to think about his answer.
"Yes."
Will was waiting on the porch when the FBI arrived. He was staring blankly, ignoring the burning in his hand from where Randall had manage to slash him and he used that very same hand to reign punches on his foe. There was a gash on his other arm, from the teeth of the suit. Randall had fought hard.
The armed agents entered the silent house and for a moment, all was quiet and then lights came on and a noise of disgust came from within.
Beverly was by his side a moment later, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and just holding him. She knew how much his dogs had meant to him.
Will's statement was a mix of truth and fiction. He'd been backing away when Randall charged him from behind and he managed to maneuver the gun to shoot him. Randall persisted and Will lost control of the gun, having to fight against a metal structure on his own strength.
Basically, Will fully painted himself as the victim and as he had more wounds than Randall did, hand, arm, and face, whereas Randall's face was a little blotchy and his neck snapped. Other than than, the skull of his bone suit had been beaten away by Will, allowing Will to get to his head beneath it.
Beverly held him the entire time, which he was grateful for.
"Do you have somewhere to go?" she asked quietly.
"Hannibal said that I could come over."
Her lips pursed, "Even though…"
"Yeah."
"And you're… okay with it now?"
"I still believe it," admitted Will. "We've worked out our problems though and he apologized."
And Beverly seemed to accept that, though not too willingly. It seemed she finally believed what Will said, but it was too late to do anything and Will didn't want her snooping anymore.
When Beverly looked away, Will thought it was because she was trying to come to grips with his decision to allow Hannibal back into his life, but she nudged his shoulder insistently and pointed out across the snow. Will looked up and his breath stopped coming.
Winston stood between the trees meters ahead of them and dangling from his mouth was a small, brown puppy.
Will jumped to his feet, whistling and calling for them.
Winston came, slowly and carefully through the snow, depositing Godiva on the ground in front of him and barking once in greeting. Will fell upon them instantly, cradling Godiva's cold body close to his chest as he wrapped his free arm around Winston. They were okay. His family was still alive.
He'd never been more relieved.
Will called Kailani on his way to Hannibal's.
She was awake, though he wasn't surprised. She liked to stay up late on weekends and pregnancy kept her schedule wonky.
"Hello?" she answered, sounding like her mouth was full.
"Kailani, I have to stay at Hannibal's for a few days because a serial killer broke into my house and killed most of my dogs and tried to kill me."
There was a moment of dead air, before her voice came calm and clear over the line and she sounded pissed. "Did you kill the fucker?!"
"Yes," he admitted, feeling no regret. Only pleasure at the memory of debasing him so.
"Good."
"Winston managed to get he and Godiva away though, so I wanted to ask if you could watch them until I either find a doggy day care for them, or Hannibal lets them in his house."
"Sure. You on your way?"
"Yeah."
"I'll see you then. And Will?"
"Yeah?"
"Remember that stress relieving method we used? Consider that."
She hung up then, leaving him to think of reliving stress with sex, while at Hannibal's house.
She was so sly!
After dropping Winston and Godiva at Kailani's - who had pulled him into a tight hug of comfort - Will let himself into Hannibal's with his special key.
Hannibal was in the kitchen, mixing two cups of tea and handing one over. Will downed it instantly, caring not for the burn or the flavor.
The man was rushing a hand against his hair and placing a small kiss on Will's lips.
"It's not as bad as it could be," said Will with minute cheer. "Winston took Godiva and managed to hide. Kailani has them now."
"That is good. You still have your family."
Hannibal understood to a small degree and it was enough to calm Will.
Hannibal's eyes and fingers trailed down to the dried blood on Will's arms and hands. His eyes widened a bit and he walked over to a cabinet, pulling out a large first aid kit and a basin.
"I am pleased you you were the victor. Did you kill him with your hands?"
Will looked down at his bloodied knuckles which had gone numb. "I shot him in the chest first. I… I wanted him to be in pain. It wasn't a fatal shot, but it was enough to hurt and slow him down. Everything else was done… with my hands."
Hannibal led him to the basin which he'd filled with water, situating Will on a small chair and kneeling before him, cleaning his wound with a pure white cloth, staining it and ruining its purity.
"And how did you feel?"
"Righteous… among other things. It was… intimate."
"Vengeance is sweet, as they say. He tore apart your family and you reveled in tearing him apart in return."
"Yes. I had never felt so alive," admitted Will, staring at his hand now that Hannibal was wrapping it.
Hannibal the moved on to Will's arm, tsking and frowning. "I am grateful that this wasn't a deeper cut. Had it been a little larger or deeper, it could have hit the main vein. Fortunately for you, it does not require stitches."
Will was silent as Hannibal patched him up. It was better that way. His emotions were roiling and he didn't want to take his anger out on Hannibal.
"Don't go inside Will," cautioned Hannibal. "Don't flee from this."
Will scoffed, "Where would I go?"
"You have everywhere to go, but I'd like it if you stayed with me."
The brunet met the blond's gaze and held it, allowing Hannibal's strength to fill him. Allowing it to push away all negative feelings. "I'd like to stay with you too."
It was late, or early depending on who was to judge. When Hannibal had attended Will's wounds, he clasped Will's hand in his own and led him from the kitchen and to the stairs, grabbing Will's duffle bag along the way.
Will was not led to some guest bedroom. No, he could tell immediately that the large room he was brought to, with its odd fixtures and the samurai armor along the doorway, was Hannibal's. He did not voice his confusion however, simply allowing Hannibal to take the lead.
"There are spare towels in that cupboard," said the doctor, pointing to the first door. "The en suite is right beside it. Be careful not to get your bandages wet."
When Hannibal planned for Will's first deliberate kill, he had not thought it would be like this. He wanted Will to do it because he longed to, not out of necessity. But Randall had gotten to him first it seemed, and had taken Will's family with him. And so Will was forced to fight with vengeance and to protect himself. And not to see the beauty of freedom.
Will had done as expected but just couldn't fulfill the stipulations completely. Hannibal would let it go however, because Will had suffered loss in the process. In return, Hannibal would make certain that Mason Verger suffered, before offering his heart to Will. To appease his Will.
When Will came out of the bathroom in only a pair of boxers and a white t-shirt, Hannibal nearly lost his breath.
He guided Will to the bed, the younger man not questioning the fact that he and Hannibal were apparently sharing a room that evening. He simply allowed Hannibal to turn off the lights and join him under the covers, pulling him close in a comforting gesture.
Will was asleep in seconds and Hannibal was left to his memory palace, where he was constructing various methods to use on Mason to pay tribute to his Will.
It was be beautiful.
Kailani brought the dogs over to Hannibal's the next day. Winston did not rub himself all over the new place and Godiva lounged in Will's arms as he rubbed her tummy. Hannibal seemed surprised and ecstatic that his expensive furnishings weren't being destroyed or slobbered over.
Hannibal had invited her to dinner with he, Will, and Alana Bloom and Kailani was skeptical, but decided to join in to see how her boss was treating his not-so-beau who was totally his beau even if they hadn't started anything. Supposedly.
Hannibal returned about an hour later, with a pig. A live pig. Which he proceeded to slaughter and start cooking with his other planned dishes.
And then Hannibal told her she should invite Margot as well, she beamed, sending a text immediately.
Margot Verger would join their dinner party, making things less awkward.
Kailani didn't trust Alana Bloom. Former work together aside, she unnerved the Polynesian and Kailani just didn't like the threat she posed to Will's and Hannibal's growing and repairing relationship. Bloom had feelings for both men and seemed to feel that her opinion on everything aroudn them was most important. She pitied Will and wanted to help him, while wanting to get into his pants. And she worshiped Hannibal while wanting to get into his pants. No genuine love or anything. She's had numerous chances over the year and had missed all of them and would just have to deal with their growing affection for each other.
Margot arrived easily - she'd been going to Kailani's house already and knew where to go from there - and the women greeted each other with smiles and pecks on the cheek. Will simply stood by, smirking at them, but he didn't say anything.
Bloom showed up next and the four of them amused themselves with light conversation until the food was prepared to serve and Hannibal began their small but fanciful feast. The dinner cart was stationed not too far away for anyone who wanted more.
It was a nice affair, though a little awkward whenever Bloom asked Will or Hannibal a question. She was wary around Will, but was worried for Hannibal. Since Will had attempted to kill the man and accused him of murder, it was a logical feeling. But she seemed to be doing her best to tear apart whatever camaraderie they had festered in the past three and a half months, with convoluted nitpicking and psychoanalysis.
"Your relationship seems to have gone beyond that of doctor/patient," the woman had said.
Kailani ended up beating Will to the punch.
"Will and Dr. Lecter have never been in that type of relationship, because he was never legally Will's psychiatrist and Will was never legally his client. They merely had conversation based on Will's mental stability and should they breach a more personal sort of friendship, it wouldn't be against any laws."
Bloom looked contrite after that, but did not say anything more on the subject.
Will sent her a small smile across the table, which she returned, before giving Margot her full attention once more.
Only small things passed, though a little tidbit about Freddie Lounds sticking her nose where it didn't belong, had been raised. Apparently, she'd been finding a lot of moments to follow Alana around. She'd gotten Will and the store the former week. Hell, even Margot had received a visit because she was one of Hannibal's clients and had met Will Graham at his house for a drink once.
The fact that she knew the last bit had unnerved both Will and Margot and Kailani offered to sue her for all their sakes, but Alana insisted it wasn't that bad. Margot just shrugged and Hannibal and Will shared a dark look and Kailani just knew that Freddie Lounds wasn't going to be around much longer, and strangely enough, she was okay with that.
The rest of the evening passed in delicate calm.
Four days after the Randall incident, Will was supposed to return home, but the unexpected happened. His radiator blew and he couldn't drive. Kailani was kind enough to drive him home after he called a tow truck to get his car to the nearest shop where they'd have to keep it for a few days.
"Saturdays are free days," Kailani told him. "You'll be stranded for a few hours without a car so we can do some shopping,' she said as she drove carefully on the highway. The only thing she hated about Winter was the snow and how dangerous it was to speed with it around. Also she was pregnant and speeding wasn't conducive to proper child care.
So when they reached Quantico, Will was quick and thorough in his shopping, getting in and out within ten minutes. Kailani didn't feel like walking when her damn ankles were swelled so much and she didn't want to leave the dogs alone in the car. She was grateful that Will didn't like wasting time.
Kailani dropped Will off at home with Winston and Godiva and waved as she took off leaving him to himself.
It happened. He didn't mean for it at first, but then she was snooping around his house and had broken into his shed to try to get information on him.
Will had been annoyed. Rightfully so, since he had not given her permission to come into his property and snoop. She'd taken pictures of everything she saw too.
Will had suddenly had Freddie Lounds by the hair, the ginger struggling to get away. The next second he was sprayed in the face with something and had accidentally let her slip away.
As she ran, she'd dialed her phone and Will gave chase, plucking a crowbar off the wall as he went.
Freddie was fast, he'd give her that, but he wasn't slowed down by inconvenient footwear.
She'd gotten into the vehicle, but neglected to lock the doors and she fumbled with her keys in her haste to escape.
Will couldn't hear anything but his own breathing. He was calm and his breathing barely rose above normal. He raised his arm and smashed the bar into the window, making her scream.
He acted on instinct, reaching through the messy gap and latching into her struggling form. Will hauled her out, kicking and screaming all the way, dragging her across the snowy ground and jerking harshly at her left arm, popping it out of socket.
She thrashed still, though her one arm ceased movement.
She was a fighter and Will wasn't alarmed in the least. No one would hear the screams. He lived in the middle of nowhere after all.
With no pity, Will threw her down and lunged for the crowbar, aiming high and having no guilt and the first swing connected with her skull, downing her immediately. He struck again and again and again and again, the adrenaline from the chase and the capture fueling him.
Was this what killing Randall was supposed to feel like?
God, he felt powerful in that moment. In control. He called the shots, or hits really, since the situation called for a different metaphor.
Only when his high receded and his movements slowed, did he realized that he'd bashed her skull in. Freddie's blank stare was focused on the sky and she was no longer moving, much like Randall, but her death was more satisfying.
Remembering that she had tried to make a call, Will slipped on over to her Jeep and extricated the glass covered phone, stopping the call that was in progress to none other than Jack Crawford. Will removed the back of the phone, taking the card and the chip, snapping the first and intent on crushing the second with the sledgehammer in the shed.
And now Will could take in the mess he made and cursed to himself.
How the hell was he going to cover this up without a car?
Wait!
He pulled out his own phone and placed a call.
"Hello?" Kailani answered.
"Can you come back here? I need help."
"What happened?" she asked and he could hear the fierce screeching of tires in the background.
"I got another visitor and I might have done something."
"Shit," was all she said in return.
Hannibal was extremely unhappy. He went through all that trouble to visit Ms. Lounds and she wasn't even in.
How rude.
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