"My sister is a lot like me," Will told them as he sat in his cage.

"I can see that," Hannibal replied and Will could see a ghost of a smile passing over his face as they stared at each other.

"She tells me that she's on my side, but I can see it in her eyes. My own sister is slowly falling away from me," Will explained. "I've lost the plot. I am the unreliable narrator of my own story."

"You have an incomplete self," Alana corrected. "There are pieces of you...you can't see."

"I'm afraid to see. I don't want her to see me this way because I am afraid that I'll do something to her and hurt her thus losing her forever," Will explained. "I don't know who I am anymore. And I'm afraid."

"Without remembering, you're seized by something imagined," Hannibal told him.

"I don't know which is worse. Believing I did it...or, um, believing that you did it and...did this to me."

"Hannibal isn't responsible, Will. And neither are you. We have to get the truth of what happened. It's the only way you can move forward," Alana tried to convince him.

Alana and Hannibal saw Will stare straight ahead of them as he said, "I felt so betrayed by you. Betrayal was the only thing that felt real to me."

Lavender.

"What the hell are you two doing here?" a voice lowly demanded from behind them.

Elizabeth, Hannibal thought.

They both saw that it was Elizabeth who Will was referring to and staring at. Elizabeth looked cold and yet angry at the same time, but hid her anger behind a mask she formed to conceal her true emotions. Her golden blonde curls bounced against the crimson red coat that she wore with black high heels. She strode forward like a lion seeking its next victim and so much like an overprotective sister.

"I asked you two to stay away from brother until the trial," Elizabeth reminded them. "I asked you both last night at dinner. I asked one thing of the both of you for my brother. Will is not seeing anybody right now and I told you that. The fact that you completely and rudely ignored my wishes for my brother says a lot."

"Elizabeth, Will is very sick," Alana said to her. "He needs help."

"Not from either of you. He hates you and Hannibal so do you really think that coming here and talking to him is really the best the solution to his needs," Elizabeth told them, her tone curious, but still pissed off.

"I understand your concerns, but Will wants us to help him," Hannibal replied calmly.

Elizabeth stared at him. "I am more pissed off with you than I am with her because you know how I feel and yet you still came. It makes me disappointed, Hannibal."

Hannibal came closer to her and she backed away, shaking her head. "Why are you disappointed? Is it with me?"

She smiled sadly at him. "I am disappointed with myself, Hannibal."

"I needed you to trust me. I am very..I'm very confused," Will took a shuddering breath.

"Of course you are," Alana said sadly.

"Will, let us help you."

Will sniffled and started to cry which caused Elizabeth's eyebrows in furrow a little. "I...I...I need your help, Lizzie. I need my sister."

"I'm here, Will," Elizabeth immediately replied and then continued to Hannibal and Alana, "Please leave. My brother is upset and he needs to rest."

Alana nodded, turning to leave, but Hannibal grabbed Elizabeth's hand. She gently yanked her hand out of his and told him, "I can't look at you right now, Hannibal. You betrayed me and hurt me. Leave."

"Lizzie-"

She closed her eyes and pleaded, "Please. Go, Hannibal."

Hannibal nodded and left them. Elizabeth stared impassively at Will, telling him, "Let's go for a walk."

The guards came over and unlocked Will from his cage, but still kept on his handcuffs. Once they stepped behind Will and Elizabeth as the two started to walk back together.

"You paid off the guards, didn't you?" Will mused with a small smile. "Why though?"

"I just wanted to tell you have mastered the art of tears."

"Tears aren't only a women's weapon," Will told her, "They can be a man's too."

Elizabeth smirked. "I guess. What game are you playing here, Will?"

"I've seen the light at the end of the tunnel, you could say…besides, Hannibal started it first-why are you crying?"

"I'm not crying."

"Yes, you are. So I want to know why."

"Oh, I see Pushy-Will has entered the building right now and Scheming-Will has left," she mused, her cheeks felt stiff dry from the tears that were on her cheeks.

Will chuckled in amusement. "I try my best. You were...you were a different person with Alana and Hannibal."

"What do you mean?"

"You were harsh...cold...and detached. Something must've happened."

"The only thing that happened was that I felt betrayed by them-my friends. I don't want anyone to see you, Will."

"Why?" Will questioned. "Are you ashamed of your insane and psychotic brother?"

"No," she snapped at him. "Never. You're not psychotic. I don't want anyone to see you like this. No one knows what really happened except that you've been having a loss of time, half of your brain was inflamed as well-"

"Inflamed? When?"

"Before I came here, I went to investigate and well, I found brain scans of a John Doe where half of his brain was inflamed. I looked on the date and it was the same date when you first went to the doctor you supposedly killed," she explained.

Will knitted his brows in confusion. "He said that there was nothing physically wrong with me...suggested that it might be mentally actually. H-He showed it to me. How could you tell that it was mine?"

"Well, for two reasons. One that stood out the most was that he hid it. If it was just a random person and not you, he would've discarded it unless someone told him to keep it safe and secret from you. Another reason is the fact that an inflamed causes all of your symptoms from before and I don't know what pills you took, but I think that those made it worse to the point that you started to actually live your nightmares," Elizabeth enlightened him with a victorious smile, but her eyes were still sad.

"Do you have the brain scans?"

"Yes, I do. I'm going to Jack after this."

"I doubt he will listen to you since he doesn't like that you put yourself as the Lead Investigator on this case. Also the fact that you're my sister."

"My theory is still right though about The Ripper. I can feel it in my bones. It would make a whole lot of sense if he decided to pin this on you since we're family."

"And he probably already knows how close we are. He's amused by us."

She sighed heavily. "I feel like I'm being circled by a shark and we are its trout-his dinner."

Will looked at her. "You agree then that he's eating the organs from his victims?"

Elizabeth nodded. "Yes, I do. It wouldn't surprise me because he thinks of them as pigs and what do we do to pigs? We breed them and then eat them."

"As a concerned brother, I want to know why you cried," Will told her.

Elizabeth sighed deeply again. "Because I want to be with Hannibal and I can't because of you. He's too close. The fact that he disregarded my wishes says a thousand words that I don't want to say aloud. You're my brother and I love you more than I love him, Will. At the end of the day, people come and go out of our lives, but family sticks by you till the end. I was selfish and naive to think that I could be neutral in all of this, but now I know that I have to choose a side and I choose my brother's because we need each other and because I love you."

Will suddenly hugged her tightly and she returned it just as tightly. "I had this feeling that I lost you and that's why I felt betrayed by you because while I am in here, he's out there in the wild with you."

"I have many guns around the house, Will. I can take care of myself. Besides I'm also planning on taking Krav Maga," Elizabeth assured him as they pulled away from each other.

"Well," he chuckled shortly. "That's an intense class to take."

"I can deal with intensity, Will. Don't worry about me. I'll be fine," Elizabeth told him.

They stopped at his cell and she gave him one last hug before the guards came over to put him back in his cell as she watched from the other side of the bars.

Will looked at her through the cell bars and gave her a nod. Elizabeth smiled warmly at him before turning around and walking back down the hallway and out of the hospital. She turned a corner and jumped in fright when she saw that it was Hannibal and he was waiting for her.

"Jesus," she breathed. "Don't do that. What is it?"

"You're upset."

"Pissed off is more like it actually," Elizabeth scoffed. "We need to talk."

"I know."

"I'm breaking up with you," Elizabeth blurted out.

It was silent between them for awhile and even the wind was loud enough for her to hear it clearly. It rustled her hair to the side as they stared long at each other.

"We're not good together, Hannibal," she started to explain. "Ever since Will was arrested, you both forced me to pick a side. At first, I thought that being neutral was enough, but after today, Hannibal, I know it isn't. So I'm picking a side and it's my brother's because he's my family and I won't let him go through this alone. You being with me is a distraction. It doesn't mean that I don't love you because I do, but my brother needs me."

Hannibal calmly walked closer to her and cupped her face. "I will always love you, Elizabeth Graham. Always. I've never met a person like you before. You have this light in you that I would hate to be the one who snuffed it out."

She stepped away from his hold. "Goodbye, Hannibal."

Elizabeth turned around, walking towards her call when he called out to her, "I love you. I do. I love you. I've always been in love with you. I will always be in love with you. We're gonna be happy, Lizzie. You and me. We are meant to be. I love you."

Elizabeth stopped, feeling her heart break and then she whispered, "I know. I know you do. Me too."

Elizabeth started to walk to her car and she forced herself to not look back, knowing that she would regret her decision.

"Please. Sit down." Hannibal greeted as he opened the door.

"I won't be staying long." Bedelia replied immediately.

"I'm curious - what couldn't wait until our next session?"

"We don't have a next session. I am no longer your therapist," Bedelia told him carefully and became cautious.

"May I ask why?" He asked casually.

"I have reached the limit of my efficacy. I don't believe I can help you."

"Are you giving me a referral?"

"No. I am simply ending our patient-psychiatrist relationship."

"You tried to end it before."

"I... am grateful for your persistence in engaging me after my attack. However, in light of everything that has happened with Will Graham and Elizabeth Graham, I have begun to question your actions - particularly, your past actions with regards to me and my attack."

"Did you share these questions with Jack Crawford?"

"No."

"And what about Elizabeth?"

"Her as well. And nor will I. She's a fantastic investigator. I would look just as guilty as you. But perhaps that is what you intended."

"What exactly am I guilty of?" He started to slowly step towards her as she walked backwards.

"Exactly, I cannot say. I've had to draw a conclusion based on what I glimpsed through the stitching of the person suit that you wear. And the conclusion that I've drawn... is that you are... dangerous."

"I'm sorry you feel that way. I'm surprised though that you're not advising me to stay away from Elizabeth," he said with a hint of suspicion in his voice.

Bedelia quickly changed the subject as she told him, "Please don't come to my home again. I will see myself out."

Bedelia slowly and yet carefully stepped around him and went to the door.

Hannibal spoke out to her, "I'm resuming Will Graham's therapy."

Bedelia stopped and looked at him, asking in curiosity, "To what end? Besides your own."

"He asked for my help."

"Then maybe you deserve each other." She suggested, making a move to go out of the door.

"Elizabeth ended our relationship," he blurted out suddenly.

Bedelia stopped walking and closed the door, inquiring, "She did what?"

"She ended things…chose Will over me and even though I told her how I felt, she still chose Will over me. I trusted her," Hannibal explained.

"Hannibal," Bedelia warned. "Whatever you are thinking…think before you act. Elizabeth is in a delicate place right now."

"Why? What do you know?" Hannibal quickly interrogated her.

"I can't tell you our conversations because it was told in confidentiality to me," Bedelia reminded him. "Will is the most important person in her life. She cares about and is willing to do anything for him since he's her family."

"I could be her family."

"You could, but you won't. You and I both know that the only way for you to be her family is if you marry her or have a child with her, Hannibal. She won't bring a child into the world she lives in and from what I've been told about her father, I wouldn't want to either," Bedelia replied with a grim look on her face.

"What about her father?"

"He contacted her, Hannibal," She answered. "He's coming to Baltimore."

"Why?"

Bedelia sighed heavily. "I've already told her too much."

"Then why did you?"

She paused at the door. "I don't know what you do, Hannibal, but she's my friend and I can't protect from someone like him."

"So you think that I can?" He mused.

"You have an obsession with her and anything that involves her. Her father is coming and you feel threatened by Will already. You have a toxic relationship with Elizabeth Graham and she knew it. She chose Will, Hannibal. Not you," Bedelia reminded him before leaving him.

Hannibal heard his office phone ring before he answered it, "Hello. This is Dr. Hannibal Lecter's office, Dr. Lecter speaking."

"Dr. Lecter," a male's smooth voice greeted from the phone. "You may not know me, but you will, Dr. Lecter."

"Who is this," he demanded.

He laughed softly. "No, but you will. I know what you are, Hannibal Lecter."

Hannibal heard the tone after he hung up and he sighed deeply, cursing, "Damn it!"

Why, Elizabeth? Why did I have to love you out of all the women I have ever come across? I've broken men and women and yet you still can't be broken.

Yet.

TBC…

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