"You're the new Will Graham."

Beverly Katz's words rang out in Hannibal's ears as he walked over to the crime scene where Jack, Katz, and Elizabeth were. A little smile slipped onto his face as he ducked under the police tape and walked over to Elizabeth, kissing her on the cheek in greeting.

"Thank you for coming, Dr. Lecter," Jack greeted him.

"Jack, what can I do for you?"

"I was hoping you would help me with a psychological profile," Jack explained. "This way, doctor."

Hannibal looked over at Elizabeth who was staring off into the distance which held the waterfall and where the rest of the dead bodies and police were. Hannibal touched her elbow and asked, "Are you alright, Elizabeth?"

She sighed and licked her lips nervously. "I'm just wondering how something so beautiful can be tarnished so easily with something as little as death."

"You think of death as little?"

Elizabeth looked over at him. "People are killed everyday and die by the simplest things like SID, Sudden Infant Death Syndrome. It makes me realize that no one is invincible."

Hannibal gently grabbed her hand and kissed her knuckles. "Yes, we are the weaker species."

"Yes, we dominate the earth and every single little thing inside of it. Strange breed we are sometimes."

Hannibal chuckled and kissed the side of her head. "Come on. Jack needs us."

She nodded and they walked to where Jack and Katz were as she explained to him, "This is the fourth body we've recovered so far. There's at least one more down there. They all have been reserved in some sort of coating that we can't identify until it gets back to the lab for further testing."

"How long have they been this way?" Hannibal asked.

Jack shook his head and looked over the bodies. "Hard to say, but someone went through a lot of trouble to make sure that they were well preserved."

"The big one was partially sealed, rotting from the inside out," Kat elucidated. "The other three look like they were embalmed."

Elizabeth bent a little and examined the bodies more closely. "It looks like he knows want he wants actually…has this picture in his head."

"A fantasy," Jack added on as he nodded. "Whatever he's doing, he's still figuring out how to do it."

"Were they injected with silicone?" Hannibal asked.

Elizabeth knitted her eyebrows in confusion. "Silicone? What's that? Some kind of coating or glue to keep the body in its exact shape?"

They all looked at her in surprise and Hannibal answered, "Like I said before, Elizabeth, you surprise me everyday. But you are right. It's actually a technique for making resin-coated models out of fish. Like Elizabeth said earlier, this helps the body retain shape in death."

Elizabeth bit her lip and stuttered, "I-Is he…um, is he making-"

"Human models," Hannibal finished her sentence. "Yes, he is."

Jack sighed. "You make models of things that you want to keep; these were tossed in the river."

"Maybe they were imperfect," Hannibal suggested.

"You know, this all seems very similar to me." Elizabeth said suddenly.

"How?" Jack immediately pushed.

"Well," she started with a light laugh. "There was a time when I was into artists and this just reminds me of that because when artists have this vision in their head, they go out of their way to make it happen. I'm just thinking that maybe he was an artist and had visions that people didn't understand or that he couldn't quite put on a canvas with a little paint."

Katz stared at her. "Your brain…it frightens me sometimes, you know that?"

Elizabeth chuckled softly. "That's how my artistic ex-boyfriends felt. Apparently it's an insult to make a suggestion on their work. And with my luck, I get the weird artistic ones who trap themselves in an hotel room with all the lights off just to get inspiration."

"You see, Lizzie, I learn from your dating mistakes," Katz teased.

"You and Alana think the same," She replied with a wink. "So what do artists do with their work that doesn't fit into their vision?"

"These are his discards," Jack realized.

Elizabeth winced and held her stomach. Hannibal touched her shoulder as he asked, "Are you alright?"

"Yeah. I think I need to sit down. I'm gonna throw up or something."

Katz yelled out, "Someone get Agent Graham a bucket or a bag maybe. Anything!"

Elizabeth was handed a container and she puked her guts out in it. Hannibal was already by her side, rubbing her back. Then Katz joked, "Maybe you're pregnant."

Elizabeth quickly straightened her back up and she told Katz, "I. AM. NOT. PREGNANT."

Katz held her hands up in surrender. "Okay, sorry. It's just that, you look…well, you look like you're gonna vomit again and you are sweating."

"I think I have food poisoning."

Hannibal looked hurt for a moment before she assured him, "Not from yours. Before I went to you last night, I had some food from a truck, okay?"

"I told you those food trucks aren't good for your health, Lizzie. They never are and never will be. That's why we changed your appetite."

Elizabeth groaned in frustration as Jack and Katz looked very amused at the couple. "Look, we all can't be utterly perfect, Hannibal. It was a moment of weakness. I like to eat junk food. I like my food trucks and my take-out Chinese food."

"And now look where's that gotten you," Hannibal scolded. "Sick with food poisoning."

"Jesus Christ, it's not like I cheated on you," she told him.

Elizabeth handed the bucket to another agent and said, "Here. Make yourself useful or I'll throw up on you."

He nodded quickly and scowled as he walked away with the bucket.

Elizabeth stared at them then shrugged. "Sickness…I don't do well with sickness cause it's weakness. I don't do weakness. I'm a bitch when I'm sick."

Elizabeth gave them a short smile and walked away, back to Hannibal's car. She neared the bushes quickly as she felt another vomit coming up her throat. She went behind them and puked again. Elizabeth hated the "I told you so" face on Hannibal when he told her about how her unhealthy diet was biting her in the ass right now. She stomped her foot and muttered, "Goddamn it! Why can't I not be sick right now?"

"Are you going to listen to me now?" Hannibal asked as he stood on the other side of the bush.

She stood up and said, "I am fine. It was just food poisoning that's it. No."

"No what?"

"No, I am not going to listen to you. I like my food."

"Your junk food," he corrected.

"I like my junk food," Elizabeth told him firmly and walked out from behind the bush. "I like your food too. Especially that sausage hanging between your legs."

Elizabeth widened her eyes at her own words. "I can't believe that came out of my mouth right now."

Hannibal kissed her fiercely on the lips, holding her upper arms. "Your sexual appetite is truly aspiring…and growing quickly."

"Well, when I have a boyfriend who's incredibly handsome, can you blame a girl?"

Hannibal chuckled and then started to kiss her neck, nipping at her skin causing her to jump in surprise. "We should go right now."

Elizabeth giggled and she could see that look in his eyes. She shook her head. "And you say my appetite is growing."

He pecked her on the lips and held her hand in his as they walked to the car together.

"You don't look so good," Will commented as Elizabeth walked through the door and sat down in front of him at the table.

"Gee, thanks," she responded sarcastically. "Just what a girl wants to hear."

Will chuckled. "Woke up on the wrong side of the bed, huh?"

"Nope. I slept like a baby."

"Next to Hannibal?" Will mused. "A sheep sleeping with a lion."

"I thought we already had this discussion about Hannibal and that we weren't going to talk about him."

"I thought so too until I found out from Katz and Alana that you were still with him. Dating him. Kissing him," Will snapped angrily.

"I love him!" She yelled in frustration because of him. "I can't stop loving him! I love him, okay? We can't choose who we love. I'm sorry you don't like him, but I am with him. We have a life and you are my brother. I don't want to talk about Hannibal anymore. I want to talk to my brother that I really care about."

Will sighed. "Fine. I will stop talking about Hannibal. For you. So I heard you were sick."

"I got food poisoning and Hannibal's been scolding me because I like my junk food."

Will chuckled in amusement. "I forgot that you can be a bitch when you're sick."

Elizabeth laughed. "I think Hannibal just realized what I am like with sickness and people judging my food habits."

"I remember you came to school with a 102 degree temperature because you had a big test," Will said with a snort. "I used to hate it when I would get sick and Dad would tell me that story when I wouldn't want to go to school."

Elizabeth shook her head. "How funny."

"It was not very comical at the time." Will told Elizabeth.

She sighed. "I need your help, Will…with a case."

"The artist, am I right?"

Elizabeth knitted her brows in confusion. "Who-"

"Beverly came by before you and asked for my opinion on the case," Will explained. "Why do you call him an artist, Lizzie?"

"Because he has a vision and is going out of his way to achieve that vision. Only artists have discard piles and imperfections, Will."

Will nodded. "You're right. He's choosing them by their skin tones. The DMV pictures clearly show that. He's making a color palette."

Elizabeth raised an elegant eyebrow at that. "So I was right. I like being right."

"You like being right all the time. Admit it," Will teased.

She gave him a rich laugh then as it died out she confessed, "I miss you, Will. Very much."

"I miss you too, sis."

"I know when you're mocking me, Graham and when you're being an ass."

"Right," he drawled out. "Whatever you say. But you're the exact same way. Most may not notice it, but I am your brother and I know you."

"You're my favorite mistake," she said gleefully with a wide smile. "Dad's too."

"If I was a mistake then you must be an accident," he reminded her.

Elizabeth held his hand and squeezed it. "I'm going to get you out of here. I love you; Will and I will wrap my hands around their throat and probably bang their head against the wall, asking why they did this. Why were you their choice? Why did they choose you and not somebody else? Why did they choose one of the good guys, huh? Why, Will?! Why do all the bad things happen to us?"

Will sighed heavily. "There is something that I need to tell you."

"What is it?" She whispered, seeing that look on his face.

"I didn't remember this until now…"

"Will, what is it?" She whispered harshly, gripping his hand tightly.

After a long moment of silence, he told her, "Your father called me before they arrested me."

All time seemed to freeze and everything became silent as his words processed through her mind at that very moment. Elizabeth slid her hands away from his and seemed to be distancing herself from him like she always did with everyone else.

"Lizzie?"

"This conversation is over."

Elizabeth stood up and walked out of the room.

Her father contacted her.

Her father.

TBC…

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