She couldn't believe it. She wouldn't.

Will was not a murder-a cold blooded one at the most.

Elizabeth didn't know what to do as she sat still on her bed, her hand playing with her necklace. She was clad in her robe and silk soft pink nightgown that reached her knee and had skinny straps on it. Her eyes moved all over the boards of the Copycat Killer's moves. She sighed in frustration since everything seemed to point to Will and made sense. Alana had given her a piece of paper of the clock that Will drew for her and she could see how scrambled his mind was.

She saw the picture he drew for Hannibal two weeks ago and saw that it was completely normal. Jack must be thinking that Will pretend to have something wrong with him since nothing showed up on his brain scans.

She hissed in pain again as she felt her head ache once more. She reached for the bottle of pills Hannibal had given her to get rid of her headaches, but found that it was missing. Elizabeth stood up, gripping her head as she swayed from side to side a little. She felt very dizzy and then made her way to the kitchen, seeing the bottle on the counter. She quickly opened it and popped two of them into her mouth then another one just in case. Elizabeth washed it down with some water.

Elizabeth walked over to the door, hearing someone knock on it. She paused as she reached for it then stepped away, knowing that it was Hannibal.

"Elizabeth, its Hannibal. Please open the door." Hannibal said from outside of her door.

She knitted her eyebrows in confusion and Bedelia's voice came into her mind, He has a terrific sense of smell, you know?

Oh, I'm just being ridiculous now. He can't smell me, I'm inside and there is no possible way-

Her eyes cut to the window next to her door; it was opened, the curtain slightly being lifted up by the wind.

"Elizabeth," She heard him plead. He's pleading for me to let him inside?

Elizabeth gulped nervously, not knowing why she was suddenly scared because this was Hannibal that she was talking to. He is harmless and has caused her no harm. She unlocked the door and opened it.

"Hello, Dr. Lecter," she said formally.

"May I come inside?"

She nodded and stepped aside, letting him walk through the door then closed it behind him.

"I've been calling you. Why are you ignoring me?" Hannibal asked, his voice tight.

"Because I-I need to focus on Will right now. He's in trouble and he needs my help."

"He killed Abigail Hobbs. The DNA was confirmed by Beverly." Hannibal informed her.

"He didn't kill her," Elizabeth snapped calmly. "I know my brother and so do you."

"He is losing his grip on reality you and I both know this," he replied. "I'm very saddened by what happened to Abigail and I want to help Will as much as you do since I am his friend, but we need to face the fact that we may not know him as well as we think we do."

"Are you asking me to give up on him?" She asked coldly.

"I'm advising you to not spend all of your time on this. It will ruin you."

"I don't care about my reputation as much as you seem to do because I love my brother more than that. He's all I need. I love him…is that so wrong?"

Hannibal came closer to her and cupped her cheek, his thumb rubbing over her cheek bone. "No, it is not wrong. I want to save him too, but there is so little that we can do. At some point, we will have to face the facts and let him go. Please. I miss you, Elizabeth."

Hannibal nuzzled his nose into her hair and she unconsciously leaned into his touch. He kissed her jaw and then her neck. She clutched his jacket as he sucked on her pulse, getting lost in his touch.

Elizabeth then pushed herself away from him and went behind the counter to put distance between them.

"I need to focus on Will and getting him the hell out of there. He doesn't belong there," she whispered and felt the heat of his body behind her in a moment. Hannibal bent his head down and kissed her temple.

"Do you love me?" He asked softly.

Elizabeth froze and felt her palms sweat, wondering if she did love him or not. "I-I…"

Hannibal had taken his coat and suit jacket off at some point and she felt the hard muscles of his body pressed against her back. Hannibal untied her robe, gently pulling it from her shoulders as it pooled around her feet. He kissed her bare shoulders and moved her hair out of the way. He kissed her neck as his hands trailed over the curves of her body.

"I want you. I want to be with you," he muttered against her neck. "I need you, Elizabeth. Don't push me away. Don't shut me out."

Elizabeth nodded and whispered, "Okay. I'm sorry, Hannibal. I feel like I'm going crazy without Will."

"We will get through this. I promise you."

Hannibal's fingers lifted the helm of her gown and she heard his unzip as she buckled him. He pulled down her panties, squeezing her butt cheeks before smacking a cheek causing her grasp. He rolled up his sleeves and pulled his hard cock out, kissing her lips when she looked over her shoulder at him.

He bent her more over the counter and then moaned loudly when he entered her, closing his eyes to savor the way she tightened around him. Her wet sex gripping his cock as tightly as possible, never seeming to want to let go of him. Suddenly the idea of another man being inside of her and doing all the things he would do to her caused a possessive to stir up inside of him.

Hannibal knew that he would lose control of himself quickly if a man dared to touch her intimately such as he did.

He felt the possessiveness rise up inside of him again as she looked up into his eyes, his fingers tightened around her hips and then he kissed her hard on the lips, moaning into her mouth.

Elizabeth hugged her pillow tighter to her face and felt the mattress move underneath her. Hannibal wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her to his chest. She peeled her eyes open and groaned softly, "It's six in the morning, Hannibal. Go back to sleep."

"It's never too early," he muses and opens his eyes.

"I'm so tired though," she replied. "You were insatiable last night with my body."

He kissed her shoulder and smiled against her skin. "I don't recall you disagreeing throughout the night."

"I've only had a couple hours of sleep," she reminded him as she turned onto her back. "I'm glad you stayed though."

Hannibal smiled down at her and laced their hands together. "Me too. I have to go though. There is something that I need to do."

"What is it?"

"I'm helping Will," he told her.

Elizabeth knitted her brows in confusion. "How?"

"Trust me," Hannibal answered. "Trust me. I'll try to fix things."

"Why are you doing this?"

"Because I feel as though it is my fault he is like this way. I want this relationship to work with you."

She nodded and kissed his lips. "So do I."

Hannibal fingered the necklace he gave her around her neck before getting out of bed and dressing himself. Elizabeth watched with amused eyes at his routine. She was mesmerized by how he delicately put on each article of clothing. It was almost similar to the way he prepared and cooked his food.

After he dressed himself, he looked over at her and walked towards her, leaning down to place a soft long kiss on her lips then on the crown of her head.

"Bye," he said softly.

"Good-bye, Hannibal," she purred before lying back down in bed, pulling the covers over her eyes since it was too bright in her room.

She heard Hannibal leave her bedroom then her house. She quickly changed into her regular pajamas and fell back asleep though it seemed as though it didn't last that very long since she was woken up by someone knocking furiously on her front door, yelling her name.

Elizabeth quickly got out of bed and went towards the front door, ripping it opened. "What?!"

"We're sorry for waking you, but do you know where Hannibal is?" Alana asked quickly. "Will has escaped when he was being transferred."

Elizabeth tensed and looked away, now knowing what Hannibal meant by his words about Will.

"You do know where he is, don't you?" Jack realized. "You need to tell us where he is."

Elizabeth stepped aside and they came in quickly as she sighed. "We nearly broke up last night over Will. I wanted to focus more on Will and trying to help him-protect him from all of you. He's innocent Harmless."

"What changed?" Alana questioned and glanced over at the counter, seeing a pink robe on the floor. "I doubt you're the kind of person to have angry make up sex. He slept here last night."

"Yes," she replied. "Hannibal spent the night here. Left at six-thirty and woke up at six."

"What did he tell you about Will that made you suspicious?" Jack inquired curiously.

Elizabeth ran a hand through her curls. " Hannibal was talking about helping Will. He wanted our relationship to work and that he was trying to fix things. I feel as though it is my fault that this happened."

"Did he say where he was going to take Will?"

"Will escaped so as his first place of safety he went was to Hannibal's. Like with Abigail, Will wanted to retrace the murderers of the Copycat. I think he is doing the same thing with-"

Elizabeth's eyes rolled into the back of her head as she fell to the ground, her body shaking violently. Alana fell to her knees beside her as Jack shouted angrily for an ambulance. Elizabeth's mouth began to foam as her entire book shook. She sounded like she was choking just as the paramedics running in through the front door. Jack moved Alana aside as she stared down at her friend who looked like she was having some kind of seizure or something.

Jack's jaw tightened and he knew that somehow this had to do with Will Graham…a man he thought he knew well.

Will and Hannibal stood in the kitchen of The Hobbs's Family home.

Will closed his eyes and said breathlessly to Hannibal who was standing behind him, "I know who I am."

Will turned his head slowly to Hannibal as he continued, "I'm not so sure that I know who you are anymore. But I am certain that one of us killed Abigail."

"Whoever that was killed the others." Hannibal replied simply.

Suddenly Will brought a gun up and pointed it at Hannibal's forehead as Hannibal looked "hurt".

With every movement that Hannibal made, Will followed his suit. "Are you a killer, Will? You? Right now. The man that his sister believes in so much that she would ruin a good and loving relationship so that she could help him. This man standing in front of me. Is this who you really are?"

"Leave Elizabeth out of this," Will snapped calmly, but firmly at Hannibal. "I am who I've always been. The scales have just fallen from my eyes. Lizzie may not be able to see you, but she will because I can. I can see you now, Hannibal."

Hannibal throughout that time was constantly analyzing Will and had this emotion of anger rise within him at the mention of Will standing in the way of their relationship, holding it back.

"What do you see?"

"You called here that morning. Abigail knew. And you kept her secrets…until…until what? Until she found out some of yours?"

"You said that it felt good to kill Garret Jacob Hobbs. Would it feel good to kill me now? If you do kill me, just remember that Elizabeth now cares deeply for me and it would break her heat if she ever found out."

Will gripped the gun tighter in his hands as he warned Hannibal, "Oh, I know that it will, but once I tell her everything then she will rip you apart. Oh, Garret Jacob Hobbs was a murderer. My sister happens to sadly attract murderers with issues. Are you a murderer, Dr. Lecter?"

"What reason would I have?"

"You have plenty reasons to why you did it. Elizabeth is the biggest threat to you and so you hatched a plan to get her on your side. There's that saying that love is blindness. People don't want to see what's really in front of them. If she wasn't on your side, there's no doubt about it that you would have been be chopped liver. No pun intended. It all makes sense once you put the puzzle pieces in the right places on the puzzle. Other than that, you have no traceable motive…which is why you were so hard to see.

Will shook a little bit as he continued, "You were…curious what we would do. Especially someone like me. Someone who thinks how I think. Wind them up and watch them go. And apparently, Dr. Lecter, this is how I go."

Jack suddenly came into the kitchen with a cautious look on his face as he tried to calm everyone around him. "Will. Easy. Easy."

Will thought about it for moment then looked down at the gun. Will made a decision quickly as he quickly aimed his gun to shoot Hannibal, but before he could, Jack shot Will first. The blood spit on to the side his face when he turned his head away Will immediately stumbled to the ground as Jack still held his gun pointing at him.

"You see?" Will whispered as he slid down the counter, falling limply to the ground beside him as he stared imassioantely at Hannibal.

There…standing before him was the man who had begun to torment Elizabeth's lig, playing with her heart.

One goal in mind.

TBC…

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