Anonymous asked you: I know it may sound pervert but since you have already wrote alpha/omega Hannigram then why not some mpreg? 3333 I would love to see Hannibal go over-protective and possessive when Will is pregnant and people come too close for their own good. "Special nutrition" is optional (well, you know what it is…). Lame prompt is lame but I'm happy being a shallow fangirl w)/ Plz forgive if you don't like this. Thank you so much xoxoxo

Will swayed as he stood in the doorway to Jack's office, eyes closed as fatigue hit him like a sudden wave. He cracked his eyes open at the sound of Jack calling his name, saw the half eaten lunch on the agent's desk and promptly clapped a hand over his mouth as bile rose in his throat. He waved Jack's helping hand away and stumbled back out the door.

Hannibal was just turning the corner with a bottled water and Gatorade when he narrowly avoided a full on collision Will. The profiler sprinted passed him without a second glance, making a beeline for the restroom.

Hannibal took off after him though not quite so fast a sprint. They were alone in the restroom and Hannibal quietly locked the door as Will heaved into the toilet.

The doctor set aside the bottles and hung his blazer on the door before he knelt beside Will. His hand rubbed soothing circles on the profiler's back until the vomiting subsided.

"Sorry," Will murmured between spitting out chunks of returned breakfast.

"Never apologize to me, Will," Hannibal said firmly. "Besides, I suppose I am partly to blame for your discomfort."

Will sat back with a sigh, thankful that at least the bathrooms were decent. He took the bottled water Hannibal offered and rinsed the acidic taste from his mouth.

"What did Jack want from you today?"

Will gave a small shrug. "He never made it that far. Probably to look at more crime scenes."

"I'll ask him for the photos so you may work from home."

The profiler shook his head. "It's not the same. If I don't share the same space as the killer, if I don't see exactly what he saw—" He tried to stand as he spoke but his stomach seemed to do back flips and he was on his knees again, dry heaving in the toilet.

There was a sudden pounding at the door followed by Jack calling both their names.

"You should get that." Will hacked and spit during a brief reprieve before he was heaving again.

"Agent Crawford," Hannibal said as he unlocked the door. "If you'll be generous enough to us a minute."

"He told me." The agent gave him a disappointed look. "Youshould have told me, Doctor. I can give him time off until at least this phase passes, and, if he wants to come back, he's more than welcome."

"Duly noted, Jack," Will called from his stall. "But I'll be fine in a minute."

Jack tried to step inside but Hannibal's hand shot out to grip the door frame, his arm barring the agent's path.

"The time off would be greatly appreciated," Hannibal said quietly. "Will can easily work from home and I can pick up any documents he needs."

There was a heavy second of silence before Jack nodded once. "I'll have Price send you a folder. Tell Will I want his opinion on the burnt tissue."

There was a sudden influx of vomiting.

"I'm sure he's aware. Now, if that's all I'll take him home."

Jack left them alone and when Hannibal turned around he heard flushing and saw Will leaning against the stall with a hand on his stomach.

"I think I could go for one of your protein scrambles right about now."