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Kailani accepted the vial of white fluid delicately and then wrapped her arms around Hannibal for the first time in the year and a half they'd known each other. "Thank you."

"I hope you can find a surrogate mother," Will said, bringing them apart.

"We did. You'll never guess who."

Will was silent for a moment, before shrugging, "We both don't have that many people in our lives so I can't even think."

"Alana Bloom."

Both men stared at her in a mix of confusion and horror.

"She knows about Mason and decided that because she's morally better than him, it's okay to let someone kill him and not tell the cops. She doesn't want to know who did it, but she has an idea. She volunteered to carry the heir."

"Are you sure it's fine… to let her stay by herself?" Will asked, looking worried.

"Well, there's always a risk, but she was all for his death when she learned of the things he did. It's a physical reaction to want the people who have done what we consider to be wrong, to suffer. Her morals are rather straight for the most part but she has that little bit of darkness inside and it's showing currently."

"You think you know someone," commented Will.

"I know."

A few weeks later, when the snow had finally melted and things were beginning to resemble Spring, the news of Alana Bloom's pregnancy was announced and Margot was able to take control of the Verger Estate and all included as the clauses of the contract had been met. Mason Verger was missing currently. Basically, Hannibal and Will had taken his body to a separate location to freeze until he needed to be found.

With him out of the way and then confirmed as dead, Margot was able to take control of her family and promptly removed every other person from the contract. If they had allowed her brother's despicable acts to continue for years, she wasn't going to give them what they wanted. This resulted in many angered people, but she didn't care.

Kailani was entering into her sixth month of pregnancy and her stomach was obviously showing. An ultrasound had revealed that she was having twins, so she was preparing for a lot of children.

Margot was already planning to have her moved to the Verger Estate, deciding that they should be together more often. Kailani had no problem with that.

It came in early April, the idea.

Alana Bloom had joined them for dinner and revealed that there was a new agent who had taken Kade Prurnell's place. He was a hard ass and very rude and he was looking into Will and Hannibal a bit too often, dragging Jack away from important meetings and such to discuss secret things.

And Kailani worried for the first time, that her boys would get caught. If one or the other was put away, the other wouldn't be able to do much if they weren't legally a couple. So she got an idea and thanked her lucky stars she was good at sketching still life.

"A priest?" Margot had asked.

"Yeah, or a celebrant of some sort. Someone who can be convinced to lie on a marriage license."

"Why?"

"I'm going to get my boss and my friend married for future purposes. I'll forge their signatures if you sign your name as a witness with me."

Margot gaped for the better part of a minute, before nodding carefully. "I owe both a lot, so sure. I also know that the family has many people that we've hired previously for their work. I'm sure we can get something done."

Kailani kissed her girlfriend then. "Thanks."

Kailani warned both Hannibal and Will a few days later.

"You both need to watch yourselves," she said, barging into the office, interrupting a heavy makeout sessions.

Will coughed and pulled away and Hannibal was looking contrite.

"Don't glare at me, I'm helping you! Alana Bloom told me about Kade Prurnell's replacement and he's been secreting Jack Crawford and sometimes Alana away and talking about you two constantly. Looking into your pasts and any info on you. Sending people to photograph you."

Hannibal straightened immediately and he sent Will a look.

"You can't kill him," Kailani said. "It'll be suspicious. And should he give enough evidence to the general for a warrant, he'll get it."

Will let out an expletive.

"I think… it is time to move on." Hannibal finally said, casting a nostalgic look around the room.

"What? As in leave America?" asked Will, sounding bewildered.

"Exactly. Let's not give them a chance to take us."

Will frowned, turning away.

"What is the matter, Will?"

"I… I kind of want us to take care of Jack."

Kailani's brows shot up and Hannibal looked the happiest she had ever seen him.

"Give him closure? Allow him to finally discover the Ripper?"

"Yes. And then we can leave."

Hannibal stood from his desk. "Then I shall extend an invitation to him for dinner this Friday."

"Happy birthday!" Margot sang, handing Kailani a small box wrapped in blue and white paper.

"I didn't even tell you when it was."

"I looked at your birth certificate."

"Cheeky minx."

Inside was a vial of floral perfume and it smelled really good. Familiar in a sense, though she couldn't place where.

"Thank you, Margot."

"You should get a different car. A rental. They won't know you have it and you'll be able to get to the airport unnoticed," Kailani explained as she and Will shopped for items that he and Hannibal would need.

Will was taking his dogs with them. He just needed good carriers for them.

"As Abigail is coming with you, I think it'll be fitting to have the family go on a permanent vacation. I'll set you up somewhere nice in Paris."

"Why are you being so supportive of us?" Will finally asked. "You're having my children but you act as if my leaving doesn't matter in that."

She smirked, "I don't need you to help me raise my children, Will. Besides, Margot is ready to help any way she can. We made a simple mistake and I'm not letting that come between you and Hannibal. If you want to send a card every now and then, do so. But my children will have three mothers who care for them and I don't think there's anything wrong with that."

Will was quiet, letting her continue to grab at things.

"Now help me. What color would look best on all three of you?"

Will and Kailani spent so much time together, Hannibal's practice having closed up for good though it wasn't mentioned publically yet, giving her time to help him plan for their departure. Of course Hannibal was getting rid of evidence and all of his notes. He didn't want any of his former clients suffering the FBI's scrutiny.

Will hadn't seen Hannibal in four days and while it was hell, he consoled himself that they had a lone dinner that evening.

"What time is your dinner with Crawford?" asked Kailani.

"Seven thirty."

"So the nearest airport is about two miles from Hannibal's home. So a nine o'clock flight to Paris would be good. Alright. Pick me up before you leave, so I'll have everything you need, dogs included. Margot will send a car for me at the end of the street at eight."

Overcome by emotion, Will hugged the tall woman, thanking her for all of her help.

"It's what friends do. Besides, I want you to be happy."

Hannibal greeted Will when he walked in the kitchen, stopping his slicing in order to place a kiss on his lips.

Hannibal froze then, for the barest of seconds.

That scent. He'd smelled it before. It was Freddie Lounds.

And in the split second, Hannibal's happy future came crashing down. Will had lied to him. Kailani had partaken in that lie. They'd… betrayed him.

"Hannibal?" Will's worried voice cut through his mind and he blinked away his emotional upheaval.

"Are you okay?"

How dare he be so charming and adorable after what he did. After…

Hannibal smiled, though he knew it was a little fake. "I'm fine. Simply worried about tomorrow."

"Everything will be fine."

And Hannibal wouldn't believe it, because with Will's betrayal, came the questions of what else he'd lied about.

Hannibal did not enjoy their dinner that evening. He stayed up all night, staring at the wall of his living room and just wondering what he was going to do to make Will regret his actions, or lack thereof.

Will was in the shed when he got a call from Alana Bloom of all people.

"Josh Hudge has issued a warrant for yours and Hannibal's arrest, Will. He thinks your killing of Randall was planned out and that you didn't need to kill him in defense. He also thinks you had something to do with Freddie and Mason and that Hannibal is covering up for you."

"Thanks, Alana."

"Protect him," was all she said before the line died.

Will was already outside, sprinting for the trees where he'd done as Kailani said and parked the rental car away from the house. He'd cleared the line of the forest when the sound of tires alerted him to the presence of many vehicles and a glance back showed FBI cars pulling into the property.

He dialed Hannibal's number and when he answered, he said, "The FBI has issued a warrant for my arrest for the murders of Randall Tier and Mason Verger and the disappearance of Freddie Lounds. They think you're an accessory. Get out now! Go to the Verger Estate! Kailani knows what to do!"

He hung up, not giving Hannibal a chance to reply.

He was suddenly grateful that he'd rented a new car that could steadily do 120 mph without a problem.

He called Kailani, using the phone she'd given him. "Hannibal and I need to go now!"

"What?! I'm already waiting in my old house and Jack Crawford came to dinner early!"

Fuck!

What happened to picking her up before heading on over?

Abigail frowned as Hannibal told her to go upstairs and wait for Will. She went of course, by why did she have to hide?

She heard the front door open and listened carefully. That wasn't Will.

A moment of silence passed and a loud bang startled her. Grunts, screams, and the shattering of glass.

Worried, she crept down the stairs, stopping short when she saw Hannibal's secretary sneaking through the door, holding three bags. The woman smiled when seeing her, grabbed a bag and pushed it into her hands.

"Change into that," she whispered.

Abigail did as she was told, running up the stairs and trying to ignore the obvious fighting in the kitchen.

Kailani tiptoed into the dining room, looking down the hall to where Hannibal was leaning over Jack crawford's dead body, a santoku knife in each hand.

She whistled once and Hannibal looked up, startled.

She crooked a finger and slipped away to the foyer, where he appeared a few seconds later, covered in blood.

"You'll need to shower," she murmured. "Will is hauling ass to get here. Abigail is changing. You need to put on the suit in the blue bag. Will will change into the one in the black bag. You both will get into his rental car and go to the airport where you will catch a nine o'clock flight to Paris."

Hannibal simply stared at her a blank expression on his face.

"Okay, get moving, we don't have time for you to sit around. You look like shit and you need to change."

"Why should I believe you after what you and WIll have done?"

She quirked a brow, "'Done'?"

"Did you think I wouldn't find out?"

Oh!

"Shit! I didn't think you'd find out before I told you!" she hissed. "To be honest, Will had nothing to do with it. It was me and Margot. We hired the guy to lie, I forged your signatures, and she and I signed as witnesses, that's it."

Now Hannibal was looking confused.

"What?"

Oh.

"So... you weren't talking about the fact that I basically got you and Will married last week and neither of you were there for it?"

"No. I'm talking about lying about killing Freddie Lounds."

"Huh?"

And now Kailani was confused. "Who said we lied? Who would be around to say it anyway? I had a hell of a time with telling him how to get the damn heart out because I'm not good at Chemistry."

Despite his obvious continuing confusion, Hannibal managed to say, "You smell of Freddie Lounds."

"Well I don't know how, as I've only been around Margot today and… wait."

She fished through his small purse and pulled out her new floral perfume. She then held it out, "Is this it?"

Hannibal flushed morbidly when he realized that it wasn't Freddie he'd smelled. It was Kailani, wearing the same perfume.

"So you're telling me that you memorize people by the cologne or perfume they wear? Never mind that people all over the world buy the same perfumes and colognes all the time."

When she put it that way it did sound rather ridiculous.

"You are something else," she frowned. "But as I'm a gem, I won't tell Will. I'll just let your guilt fester. Let the fact that you were so ready to believe the worst of Will all over something as stupid as perfume, sit on your conscience. What the hell are you going to do when he comes home smelling of a perfume that Alana once wore? Did he hitch a transatlantic flight to and back just to cheat on you?"

Hannibal did not appreciate her tone. He had simply gone through a scare. He'd thought he'd been betrayed. There was nothing wrong with being hurt over it, was there?

"And let me mention that all that pain you seem to have gone through during your lapse in judgement, means nothing in the face of what Will felt while in prison for a few weeks because of you. Buck up and deal with it.

Get the damn suit on."

She thrust the bag into his hands and turned to the door, where she waited for Will to appear.

Hannibal went upstairs then, letting her keep watch. Abigail was standing by the railing, dressed in a crimson cocktail dress that stopped at her knees. She looked lovely and smiled serenely at him.

"Will's coming," she said softly.

Yes, he was. And had so much to explain.

Will found Winston and Godiva on Hannibal's porch and transported them to the car. Kailani met him at the door and shoved a bag into his hands, ordering him to strip immediately. She spoke quietly and so he responded in kind, deciding to just change then and there.

She looked away for a moment, before handing him a small box when he finished.

It was a rose. She took it and clipped it to the inside of his breast pocket. "Hannibal has a pocket square that matches."

And Will looked up at the sound of footsteps, seeing both Hannibal and Abigail in complimentary outfits. Hannibal's black suit was the same but tailored for him specifically. His shirt was blood red like Will's own and Abigail's dress matched them. She wore a small, black, button up sweater.

Kailani removed three pieces of paper from her purse. "The tickets. It's eight twenty now. You need to get moving. Oh, and have a happy honeymoon," she added, thrusting a few pieces of paper into Will's hands.

"Don't ask," she continued when he went to say something. "Also, don't go to Spain... ever. There is a small bag in Godiva's cage that holds a few other things you'll need. I set you up in a nice hotel in Paris with a good view. If you decide to stay or not is your choice but you'll have two weeks at the least."

She pecked Will's cheek, snatched her back up phone from his hand, and waved to the other two.

"See you."

Will turned to Hannibal who was looking bewildered and Abigail who was simply grinning.

"Shall we?"he asked, gesturing to the door.

The next morning, the Verger Estate was surrounded by cops and FBI agents. Kailani and Margot had since gotten rid of evidence that could convict them and Kailani explained that as far as she knew, her boys were on their honeymoon.

That was a surprise and she and Margot confirmed their marriage as both were the 'witnesses'.

However, they 'learned' that Hannibal and Will were missing, Jack Crawford was found dead in Hannibal's house, and no one knew anything beyond that.

Both were now listed as wanted criminals.

Margot was used to keeping a straight face and Kailani had practice lying through her teeth. Also, the fact that she called Jay over when the FBI wanted to question her and he invaded a lot of questions and derailed others, made it better.

But just because they escaped a bullet this time didn't mean it'd always be that way.

Hopefully, the little murder family would find happiness across the ocean.

{5 years later}

Kailani found herself staring at a large, glass box that was separated into three sections. One for Will, one for Abigail, and one for Hannibal. She proceeded to curse in her parents' native tongue for several moments.

"Hello, Kailani," greeted Hannibal with a serene smile. He didn't seem at all bothered by the fact that he was in a shabby, prison onesie. Nor that his prospects of life weren't looking good.

Will was beaming, even though he was locked up with his arms strapped to his body by a straightjacket and a mask over his face. Abigail hadn't looked up yet.

Josh Hudge was demanding, asking her to identify them for who they were. She made a call to Jay first.

Half an hour later, Josh was forced to carefully question her with Jay eyeing his every move.

"Do you know who they are?"

"Will Graham, Hannibal Lecter, and Abigail Hobbs who is supposed to be dead."

"And do you know what they are?"

"Human, hopefully," she snarked, knowing that he meant who they were as killers but certainly not going there.

Hudge snapped the pencil in his hand, glaring at her, "Now listen you little island niggr-"

"Excuse me, Mr. Hudge, you have overstepped your boundaries. Quickly return to them," threatened Jay, easily dwarfing the man who had stood abruptly in an attempt to use his pitiful height of six feet to cow Kailani.

Hudge was a moron. He didn't back down, simply leaning over the table as he sneered, "She knows something. I'm not going to let her get away from this!"

There was a knock at the door that thankfully silenced the continuing rant.

"What?!" snapped Hudge.

The door opened and in walked Hannibal Lecter like he owned the place, a needle in one hand and a knife in the other. Will and Abigail entered behind him, surrounding a nervous Hudge quickly. Jay and Kailani moved back along the wall, keeping away from the inevitable blood bath.

Will sent them a look and smiled, before joining Abigail in detaining Hudge, who screamed for his agents to come and help him.

Kailani had a feeling that no one would be coming for a long time.

The little family of three quickly removed the man from the room and Will stayed behind to say, "I suggest leaving. They'll never leave you alone if they think you have something to do with us."

Kailani nodded, already making plans for her wife, children and their girlfriend. Tahiti was nice year round.

"How are the kids?" Will asked.

"We have two girls. My skin, your curls and eyes. Really smart and the most beautiful kids in the world."

"And the other one?" he asked, referring to Alana's birthing of Mason's heir.

"He's Alana in miniature."

There was a small laugh, before Will turned for the door. "Stay safe, Kailani."

"You too. Don't get caught. As I've always said-"

"'If you get caught, you deserve what's coming to you'," finished Will, chuckling as he disappeared around the corner.

Hannibal smiled at his husband of five years as they left the Baltimore State Hospital behind.

"Where to?"

"Well, I happened to learn from a good source that Tahiti is a good place to go and they know some French. And I think we might see some familiar faces while there."

They shared a knowing look.

"Tahiti sounds lovely," said Hannibal, getting on the highway toward the nearest shelter he had in Baltimore.

"To old friends."

"To new reunions."

The little Murder Family were on their way.

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