Anonymous asked you: Can you write something where Hannibal gets discovered by the police and decides to go into hiding, but before he goes makes the decision to drag will along with him?
"Will, is Hannibal with you?" Alana is nearly breathless when she picks up the phone.
Will's brow furrows in confusion at the sound of urgency in her voice. He looks over to where the doctor is making breakfast, and he runs a hand through hair still damp from the shower.
"Yes, why? Is something wrong?" Will asks. "You and Jack called nearly twenty times. I was going to leave in a few—"
"Get away from him," Alana interrupts. "Will, do you hear me? Jack's on his way."
"Wh—"
"He's the Ripper," Alana tried to say, but Will never heard it.
There is a sharp pain in the profiler's right side, so intense he drops his phone where it breaks on the floor like so many puzzle pieces. He takes a step back with knees weak and feels the familiar warmth and solidity of Hannibal behind him. But when Will looks down, there was a knife buried deep into his side with Hannibal's hand grasping the handle.
Will's legs feel boneless as he tries to wrap his mind around the possibility of Hannibal doing such a thing. The only thing keeping him from falling is the strong, steady arm wrapped around his chest.
The doctor removed the blade with a sharp pain-filled cry from Will, and slowly lowers him to the floor. Will immediately rolls onto his side and tries to crawl away on hands and knees. But the floor is slick with his blood and it's hard with only one hand. He's trying to keep insides where they belong.
Hannibal kneels, careful of the growing pool of blood. "We only have a few minutes before Jack arrives so we'll say our goodbyes here."
Will presses himself back against the base cabinets even as he struggles to pull himself up by granite counter tops. But his hand is slippery with blood and he can only manage to get up on his knees. The pain and the blood loss is making his head swim.
"It's better this way," Hannibal continues. "It removes much of the suspicion from you."
Will doesn't say anything because he knows Hannibal's right and he's almost grateful. Even if Will was an accomplice, Jack is less likely to suspect if Hannibal almost managed to kill him. There's a stream of curses just waiting to be let loose on the tip of Will's tongue, but he doesn't say any of them.
Hannibal sniffs the air and frowns. "I've nicked the bowel. Do you think Jack thought to call for an ambulance? I'll call on my way out." He kisses Will quickly before he rises to his feet. "Keep pressure on that wound."
But Will doesn't. He grabs hold of Hannibal's shirt with both hands, drags himself to his feet while the doctor watches in mild curiosity.
"Liar," Will chokes out. His arms are wrapped around Hannibal's neck and he's leaning heavily on him because his legs just don't seem to want to work.
"You'll bleed out," Hannibal says. Despite himself, he's keeping pressure on the wound.
Their noses a paper thin distance apart, their mouths almost as close. And Will is suddenly faced with the shattering reality of just how dangerous that mouth is.
"You hate liars, you hypocrite," Will's head lolls to the side and his hands are slipping. Everything looks a little less bright.
Hannibal bares his teeth. For a brief second he almost looks like he's going to bite into Will's exposed jugular. But he doesn't. He puts a kiss there instead and he shifts his hold so that he's carrying the profiler in his arms.
Will bites back a cry at the seering pain in his side. He blinks and when his eyes open again, he's looking at the ceiling of an ambulance. Thoughts are slipping in and out like a needle with no thread. Will's just struggling to remain awake despite the dark edges creeping in his sight. He throws a hand over his eyes, blood cold now on his hands. He tries not to cry from the pain of it all because he doesn't need anyone to see how unraveled he is.
There are hands over his, warm familiar hands. And they're pulling away the hand from his face and pushing up his sleeve. Will's eyes fly open and tries to jerk his arm away but a strong hand holds it fast.
"I'm going to give you an anesthetic," Hannibal says as he cleans a spot on Will's forearm and slips in a needle before he places an oxygen mask over his nose and mouth.
"The others?" Will slurred as he listlessly looks around. "How? Did you…?"
"I don't care about their lives, Will. My only interest is to save yours."
"Should have left me." Will's eyes flutter close. "Jack…he'll find…"
"Considering I've just intercepted and stolen an ambulance, this does make it easier for him." Hannibal rolls up his sleeves and puts on sterile gloves. "Shall we begin?"
