Elizabeth's eyes were still closed, her mind forcing her to succumb to sleep as she slept on the couch in Will's hospital room. She felt a hand stroking her hair then a long finger ran itself softly across her cheekbone. Elizabeth wanted to desperately wake up to see who had disrupt her sleep, but her eyes kept themselves shut tight. She was curled up in a ball almost and she wanted to shield herself from the world that held darkness. An inch away, reaching out to her.

Elizabeth felt the pull of darkness…swallowing her with each lie she told. Now she had pulled Hannibal into her world, letting him be swallowed as well. Though as much as she tried to push him away, Hannibal gripped tightly onto her, never letting go. Elizabeth wondered if it was a good or bad thing.

Someone shook her lightly and Hannibal's voice came into her mind, "Elizabeth, wake up. It's time to go home, darling."

Elizabeth's eyes slowly peeled open and she sat up, glancing around to see that Will was already asleep.

"How long have you been there?" she asked.

"Not long. A couple of minutes," he replied.

She nodded and stood up as Hannibal put his hand on the middle of her back leading her out of the room.

Hannibal started off with saying, "How's Will?"

"He had a fever of 105 apparently. The doctors can't figure out what's wrong with him. They said that they'll keep running tests, but I doubt that they'll find anything," Elizabeth informed him as they walked to his car, stepping inside of it.

"I'm sorry to hear that."

"So am I."

There was this long moment of silence between them until Hannibal boldly asked, "Is there a reason why you're being awkward around me…like I am a stranger to you?"

Elizabeth didn't meet his eyes as she answered him in an impassive voice, "I killed someone. Again, Hannibal. So excuse me if I really don't want to make small talk with you right now."

Hannibal gripped the steering wheel tightly and then suddenly pulled to the side of the road, turning off the car. They sat in silence for a minute or two before Hannibal said, "When I met you, I wanted to know everything about you, Elizabeth. Every. Single. Little. Thing. I liked how you came to me when you were in trouble."

She stared at him incredulously and scoffed, "You mean you liked it when I came to you for murder."

"Yes, I did. I like that you can trust me now," Hannibal explained. "Besides, it was a new experience for me to have sex near a dead body."

"Oh, my God," she groaned in shame. "We had sex near the guy I just killed. I can't believe that I did that."

"So why did you?" He asked curiously, looking intently at her.

"I-I…" She stuttered. "I guess I wanted to be touched last night…I wanted your touch. I needed all of you."

Hannibal leaned over and kissed her fiercely on the lips. "You don't know how happy that makes me to hear those words come out of your mouth."

"Hannibal-"

He silenced her with another consuming kiss to the lips, bruising them as he gripped her face in his hands. Elizabeth felt his hands move down her body, giving a light squeeze to her breasts before unzipping her pants and slipping his hand inside of them.

"I realized something about you," he whispered huskily against her lips. "You're so wet."

She moaned softly as he rubbed her clit teasingly. "What is it?"

"I realized that you will only confess things to me when you're like this…panting…moaning…completely soaked," Hannibal muttered against her neck.

Elizabeth suddenly took his hand out and pushed him back into his seat, now leaning over him as her hand trailed down his body and towards his zipper.

"And I've realized that you lose control when you're inside of me, Hannibal," she whispered seductively into his ear before pulling out his cock and wrapping her lips around the head.

Hannibal leaned his head back into the headrest and his hand gripped her hair. She bobbed her head up and down, hallowing her cheeks as her hands squeezed his balls causing him to squirm. He brought her back up to his lips and kissed her passionately.

"Lie on your stomach on your seat and pull your pants down," he commanded softly.

Elizabeth did as she was told and put the seat back to give her more room to lie on. Hannibal stepped over the consoles and to her side then pulled his pants down as well. He rolled on condom on his hard cock. He put his hands on either side of her head as he thrust into her, groaning in pleasure. He drew his hips back before slamming himself into her again.

"Ah," she moaned softly against the leather of the seat.

Hannibal lay on top of her though careful to not crush her with his weight as he pounded into her causing her to moan loudly. He knew that they were lucky that people very rarely drove on this road or they would have been caught and put in jail. Hannibal kissed her temple, feeling sweat on his body as he keeps on thrusting into her.

"Harder," she moaned breathlessly. "You feel so good."

Hannibal complied and started to slam his hips into her harder and faster. She was pretty sure that now the car was shaking because of them and that only make it even hotter than before. Elizabeth turned her head to kiss him quickly on the lips before whimpering his name as she climaxed, moving her hips to stretch it out longer. Hannibal's hands gripped the seat's shoulders as he viciously shoved into her, chasing his own release.

"Your cunt's amazing," he growled lowly. "And it is mine."

Then with a roar, he came inside of her, still slamming inside of her.

Hannibal sighed heavily and his back hit against the dashboard of his car. Elizabeth turned her body around and saw his chest heaving.

"And now I've experienced sex inside of a car," Hannibal teased causing her to laugh and then sit up as they adjusted their clothes.

Hannibal moved back to his seat and she giggled as she thought about how much they've been having sex. "We always seem to have sex at the strangest times."

"Sex is intimacy between two people…full of emotions and a release from them. Perhaps it s a good sign that we can't keep our hands to ourselves."

She smiled at him. "You're so poetic sometimes I swear."

Hannibal smirked and thought, oh you have no idea.

Elizabeth rubbed her temples after getting off the phone with Meredith's mother. Man was that woman a piece of work, but her father was worse.

"Are you okay," Will asked as he came into her office, sitting down.

"Aren't you supposed to be hooked up to IV's and chained to your hospital room with Hannibal as your nurse," she teased.

Will winced, "I'm already imagining him in a nurse outfit. It is not the most flattering thing on him."

Elizabeth laughed and she warned him playfully, "Oh please don't tell him about this."

"Yes because nothing is more awkward than your therapist dating your younger sister and then thinking about them in a nurse outfit," Will joked.

"Oh jeez, sometimes I forget that he's your therapist."

"According to Hannibal, we're friends talking to each other," Will corrected.

"Ah," she drawled out with a smirk. "Clever thing he is sometimes."

Will returned her smirk. "Do you think that she wanted to kill herself?"

"Who? That girl who couldn't see anyone's face?"

He nodded. "Yes, her. They said that she deliberately took off her bracelet that prevents electricity. I don't think she did though. She wanted to live."

"I can see where Jack and the kids are coming from, Will…"

"But."

"But after reviewing her case and your statement, I don't believe that she wanted to end her life. I think maybe what happened to her was accidently, you know? Maybe she took off her bracelet not knowing what was going to happen."

"Or maybe she was murdered by the Copycat Killer," Will suggested firmly.

Elizabeth sighed. "You and I both know that Nicholas Boyle is the Copycat Killer and is dead."

"Yes, but what if he was being framed for it like I am right now," he rushed out.

She stared at him and stood up. "You didn't kill Dr. Sutcliffe and Georgia Madchen. I know you didn't."

"I know I didn't kill either of them," he snapped in frustration. "The Copycat is framing me for them. I was the last one to see either of them. Georgia didn't kill Dr. Sutcliffe either. It was a Copycat because the incisions went deeper than her own. She wasn't supposed to be there so whoever the Copycat is must have done it to frame me instead, but saw an opportunity."

Elizabeth silently stared at her brother as her brows furrowed. He sounded mad almost with his theories.

"Have you talked to anyone about these theories, Will?"

"I've already talked to Hannibal. I plan to take Abigail back to her home to retrace the steps of the murders."

"I don't think that's such a good idea." She tried to tell, but he quickly dismissed her.

"You know what? You and Hannibal are perfect for each other. You're both trying to contain me. You both think that I am some type of timebomb waiting to explode. Well, I'm perfectly fine and I can handle myself."

With that, Will stormed out of the office just as her phone began to ring.

"Hello?"

"Elizabeth," Hannibal greeted. "Will came by my office this morning."

"I know. He just came by and told me about his theories. I'm officially worried about him now," Elizabeth replied.

"You know what we have to do if Jack ever finds out…"

"I want to protect him, but how can I when he's losing his mind slowly. I mean he snapped at him every time during our conversation if I didn't agree with him. He says that we should stop trying to contain him and that we should stop thinking that he's going to explode."

"But he is. He's getting lost in his madness."

"Is there something you're not telling me, Hannibal?" she asked honestly. "About Will I mean?"

"Will keeps on seeing Garret Jacob Hobbs. Dead, not alive."

She gasped. "Why the hell didn't you tell me about that?"

"There is nothing that you could've done to help him."

"Bullshit," she snarled lowly. "He's my brother, the only family that I care about besides Meredith who's still missing without a hint of where she is. The Ripper took her according to Gideon."

"Gideon? What did he tell you?"

She sighed and rubbed her eyes. "He told me that The Ripper wanted Meredith to repeat history except I don't know which murder he's going to repeat because none of them point to Meredith and if she can relate to any of them. I think he took her because she knew who he was. She got too close and I didn't pull her back just like with Will. That is why you should've told me because then I could've saved him somehow. Now he's gone off with Abigail to back where it all started."

Damn it, she thought. I lost my temper on him again. This is too much for me.

"I have to go, Hannibal."

"Are you coming over tonight?"

After a long moment of silence between them, she answered, "No. Good-bye, Hannibal."

Elizabeth hung up and closed her eyes, feeling her headaches coming back.

In the morning, her phone started to ring. Elizabeth's eyebrows furrowed in confusion at the unknown caller before answering it groggily, "Hello?"

"Is this Elizabeth Graham that I'm speaking to?" A woman's smooth voice asked over the phone.

Elizabeth sat up in bed and answered, "Yes, this is she? Who may I ask is calling?"

"I'm Dr. Bedelia Du Maurier. I need to speak to you about Hannibal Lecter."

Elizabeth blinked. "You're his therapist. I thought he was kidding when he said he had one. Why do you want to talk to me?"

"I'll text you my address. Come by my home at nine-thirty, yes?"

"Sure, okay. Yeah."

Bedelia gave her the address after she hung up; leaving Elizabeth stunned and slightly worried at what his therapist could want from her. Elizabeth quickly dressed herself and drove over to the house, barely glancing at Hannibal's house. She knew that Will had flown off with Abigail causing Jack, Alana, and now Hannibal to freak out over it.

Elizabeth got out of her car when she pulled up on the street, then knocked on the door after climbing those steps of terror. Not a minute later did the door open to reveal a beautiful blonde older woman politely smiling at her.

"Hi, I'm Elizabeth Graham, doctor."

"Please call me Bedelia. You and I have much to discuss." She replied, stepping aside. "Does Hannibal know you're here?"

Elizabeth walked inside, shaking her head. "No. I haven't talked to him for almost two days now."

"Good."

"Should he know that I'm here?"

"No, he shouldn't. You will not tell him about this," Bedelia warned tensely. "Hannibal already told me that you are ignoring him and have been for almost two days or it will be until this evening. Why is that?"

Elizabeth sighed and sat down to the seat that Bedelia gestured for her to sit on. "We too involved with each other. I spend every moment with Hannibal."

"You feel he's suffocating you?"

"No…consuming me. I already broke the rules with him twice now. He knows too much about me that I wanted to keep buried deep down."

"Your secrets," she added. "You value honesty when you yourself can't bare yourself to Hannibal. You always seem to push people away according to Hannibal."

"I don't do it because I want to. I do it because I have been hurt before by someone I trust with everything. I trust Hannibal and yet I don't. Why did you call me, Bedelia?"

"I think that it's good you stepped away from Hannibal. I told him to do the same, but he doesn't listen to me."

Elizabeth smiled. "I know the feeling. Why did you tell him that?"

"He loses control with you. Every single time."

"You sound afraid." Elizabeth analyzed.

"I'm afraid for you," Bedelia confessed.

"Why," she whispered in question.

"Because you don't know Hannibal like I do. I know what you're capable of and now so does he. Be cautious and careful with your words and actions. Take a step back and analyze your relationship with Hannibal."

"I'm thinking of breaking up with him," Elizabeth admitted softly. "Am I wrong?"

"You remind me of my younger self," Bedelia told her and handed her a photo. "We almost look alike."

Elizabeth stared down at the picture of Bedelia and she was right…they looked so much alike that they could be mother and daughter. Elizabeth turned her head to the older woman sitting next to her.

"Am I wrong?"

Bedelia leaned closer and whispered in her ear, "No…you're not. Hannibal is a complicated person and I think that it's in your best interest to focus more on Will. He's losing his grip on reality quickly and he needs your help, not Hannibal's."

Elizabeth nodded and stood up. "Thank you, Bedelia. I swear to you that Hannibal won't know about our conversation."

Elizabeth started to walk over to the door, her hand reaching out to twist it open.

"He has a terrific sense of smell, you know," Bedelia called out to her when she reached the door.

Elizabeth didn't turn around, but she paused and then her hand flew up to her neck, gripping her necklace tightly. She walked out of the door just as her cell was ringing.

"Hello, this is Agent Elizabeth Graham."

"It's Officer McCane, Elizabeth. You remember how you asked me to keep an eye on Will for you?"

"Yes. What happened?"

"According to Dr. Lecter, Will puked up an ear after taking some pills. They suspect that it's Abigail Hobbs's ear because she's missing and Will was the last to see her."

"I'll be right there. His house?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"Thank you, McCane."

She hung up and ran to her car, stepping inside of it and driving frantically over to Will's house, almost losing her mind. She screeched to a stop on the dirt bringing the attention of everyone. Will was already in handcuffs and being led to an SUV.

Elizabeth got out of her car, slamming the door. "I'll take the dogs."

She took the leashes away from an officer and ran to Will. One of the officers put a hand in front of her and she warned coldly, "Touch me and I break your fucking arm. I have a right to talk to my brother."

"Lizzie, I-I don't know what's happening to me," Will whispered when she hugged him.

"You didn't kill her," she whispered harshly. "I know you didn't. I know that facts."

"I lost time again when she ran from me in fear."

Elizabeth pulled her head back and said, "We will get you out of this horse shit. Jack's desperate. I will get you out, I promise. You're not the Copy Cat Killer."

"How do you know?" Will asked suspiciously. "For all you know I could be The Ripper."

"The Ripper copied Tobias's poem. He sent it to me as a message. I think The Ripper is The Copycat Killer as well, Will which is how I know."

"What he did to you could've been a coincidence. That is what they will tell you if you tell it to them now. They'll lock you just as they're going to do for me."

"No, I will not-"

"I'll put you on my visitation list, Lizzie. I love you," Will said softly as they put him in the backseat of the car. "Take care of my dogs."

Elizabeth watched as the SUV drove away with her brother, her hands gripping tightly onto the leashes. She felt a hand on her shoulder and flinched away immediately. She saw that it was Jack and gave him a deadly glare to which actually surprised him.

"This is your fault," she said calmly.

Elizabeth looked to Hannibal who was watched her closely as he walked up to them. "Don't," she snapped angrily, letting a tear fall down her cheek. "It's your fault too, Hannibal."

Elizabeth turned and walked back to her car with her brother's dogs hot on her heels like they were her bodyguards. Winston even growled at one point and she saw that Winston was growling at Hannibal who had begun to follow her to her car, but Jack stopped him when he saw how vicious the dogs had suddenly become.

TBC…

THANK YOU FOR THE REVIEWS, FOLLOWS, AND FAVORITES! Completely jumping with joy right now, you guys at this! So close to Season 2! If you looked on this story's profile image, she looks a lot like of a young Bedelia which surprised me since I completely had no clue until I was watching Hannibal and writing this chapter. So I went with it.

Elizabeth is going to be like the big overprotective sister that Will deserves in Season 2 after the shit that's been done to him. I mean she's going to be bringing down the iron fist when it comes to Jack and Alana and everybody else. She's going to be taking Bedelia's advice and focusing more on Will much against Hannibal's protest.

Hannibal doesn't want Will and Elizabeth to be confining in each other because they are probably the only ones that can see right through Hannibal's act with just a little push. Elizabeth will ultimately be torn in believing who's actually telling the truth since Will and Hannibal mean so much to her and she has this different kind of bond with them separately.

So she's confused about Bedelia's intentions. In fact, Bedelia is the only person that Elizabeth can't seem to figure out, but she knows that this woman is secretive when it comes to Hannibal so she's gonna wonder why Bedelia warned her and advised her out of the blue to step away from Hannibal. It's not a jealousy thing that's for sure, but a prospect of mutual friendship. I hoped you liked this chapter.

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