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Chapter 5: Have we met before?

I woke up feeling restless after having the same dream as the night before again. This time I wasn't as freaked out as the previous time though, and was able to calm myself down without the help of Will.

As the moonlight shone through the windows, I looked over to the couch where Will was sleeping. I saw he was all covered in sweat and felt bad for him. I wished I could do something for him, but I couldn't think of anything.

After a while of watching him, he suddenly jerked up, probably woken up by the dream. I watched him fetch a few towels and returning to the couch. He placed one on the spot where he was laying down his head and chest, took off his shirt, laid himself down again and put the other towel over him. He probably did this to prevent more sweat of leaking down onto the couch. After a few minutes, he fell asleep again, but a little bit more peaceful this time.

I kept watching him for a while. He really is something else, isn't he, I thought. He didn't like being sociable, looking other people in the eyes and he was being plagued by nightmares.

I must have fallen asleep while thinking, and watching Will, because when I opened my eyes again, the sun was shining brightly through the windows. I sniffed when I smelled the scent of toast in the air. My stomach rumbled loudly.

I heard Will laugh and I turned to look at him. "Good morning", he grinned.

"Morning", I groaned. I wasn't in a very good mood, as my headache had returned.

I shook the sheets of off me and joined Will for breakfast. "Do you have an aspirin for me, my head is killing me" I said while taking a seat on the chair opposite of him.

He silently handed me the pills and a glass of water, a look of light concern on his face.

"You okay? You could stay here if you want" he suggested. Will had a class this midday, so we were supposed to be leaving in an hour or so, me going with him because I wanted to visit his class again.

I shook my head. "No, I want to come. I'll be fine in a few minutes."

We ate the rest of our breakfast in a comfortable silence. What living together mattered, we fit together perfectly. He liked peace and quiet, and so did I.

After finishing breakfast and clearing everything up, I went to the bathroom to take a shower and get ready. I put on the jeans I wore the day before, the turquoise tank top and the white button-up shirt which I left open. I put on my sneakers and stared in the mirror. I look awful, I thought. I had bruises underneath my hazel-green eyes and I looked very pale. My raven black hair, which fell halfway my back, looked alright, but I still pulled it up in a high ponytail.

I left the bathroom and let Will have his turn to get ready. I made the bed and sat down on it, waiting for Will.

After about ten minutes, Will had gotten ready and we left the house.

He gave his lecture and I was seated on the front row, again fascinated by the way he seemed to change when in front of a class. He looked less insecure and really cared for what he told the people who followed the class.

After the lecture, Will left me in his office to go to the bathroom. When he came back, he looked slightly upset about something, but he didn't want to talk about it.

We then left and went to the forensics lab, where the same people from the crime scene of the Nichols house were looking at the body of the poor dead girl. Beverly Katz, Fuller and Jimmy Price, were their names, if I wasn't mistaken.

I didn't really pay much attention to what they were saying. I was lost in my own thoughts for a moment. But I did hear Will concluding that the serial killer was eating the girls. I felt shock running through my body and felt a little nauseous. I also felt another feeling, a feeling I couldn't name. Maybe I've dealt with this sort of thing, cannibals, before in my life? I felt sick at the thought and again, damned my amnesia.

"You okay?" Will snapped me out of my thoughts.

I nodded my head. "Yeah, I'm alright. Can we just go home?" I asked him softly.

"Sure" he said, a bit hesitantly. He knew something was definitely up, but didn't want to press the subject, as he knew I didn't want to talk about it.

After saying goodbye to everybody, we left for Wolf Trap.

When we arrived there, it was already evening. We had dinner and went to sit on the couch, me on one end and Will on the other. He was reading the same book he had been reading in my hospital room. I had my legs curled up and my feet tucked underneath them. I was also reading a book, one I had taken from Wills bookcase. It was a good book, but I couldn't keep my mind at it. My thoughts kept going back to that dream I already had dreamt twice now. I was really trying to remember where I had heard the voice before, and to whom it belonged. But I just couldn't put my finger on it. I frowned and put the book down in my lap to rub my temples with my hands. My headache was back. It looked like it came back whenever I was trying to remember something.

Will must have seen me doing it, because he also put his book down and asked me "You sure nothing's wrong?"

I took my hands of my head to look at him. I looked in his eyes and again felt them having that calming effect on me. This made me think I could trust him, so I started talking.

"You remember when I told you about that dream, and said it wasn't a memory?" He nodded. "Well, I'm not so sure about that. There was this voice, and I felt like I knew the voice, and like he had had a huge role in my life before I forgot everything."

I told him all about the dream, not leaving away the fact that I had felt peaceful in the end. In short, I told him everything. Apart from one thing; the fact that I thought I could have dealt with cannibals in my life. We were still living together and I didn't want to make him feel uncomfortable.

He seemed to think for a while. He then flicked his gaze to me and said "I don't know how amnesia feels, but I can imagine it sucks. Not being able to remember if you had someone special in your life, and if your dream is any indication, I think you did." He paused for a moment. "But I do want you to know that if there's anything wrong, or you just feel bad or something, I'm here. You can always talk to me, about everything."

I was surprised about that. "Wow, I mean, thanks Will. That means a lot to me." And it really did, he was so sweet. I smiled at him.

He smiled back, but his expression turned to one of surprise when I suddenly hugged him tight. He awkwardly put his arms around me.

We sat like that for a few moments, before I let him go. I smiled at him once more and told him I wanted to go to sleep.

He nodded his head and once as I was under the sheets, he turned the lights of and laid himself down on the couch. We both were asleep pretty fast.

When I woke up, Will was still asleep. I got up and got dressed. I put on the black, straight legged trousers, the white button-up shirt above a white T-Shirt, which I didn't leave open this time. I matched it with my black flats, pulled my hair up in a messy bun and went back downstairs.

While I was setting the table, Will woke up. "Good morning sunshine" I grinned at him.

"Good morning" he smiled at me. He was in a better mood than I was the day before. He got up and went upstairs to get dressed.

When he came back, he sat down on the now fully set table. "Did you have the dream again?" He asked me.

I simply nodded my head at him and took a sip of my coffee. The dream hadn't been any different from the earlier times I had had it. The only difference was that I didn't wake up disorientated anymore, but calm, and it hadn't given me a headache.

We ate our breakfast in silence, which seemed to be becoming a custom thing between us. After we cleaned up the table, we left for the FBI academy in Quantico again.

As Jack wanted to speak with Will about the case again, we went to his office. As Will and Jack were talking about the case, which didn't really interest me that much, I paced in the office, stopping in front of the board on which the case files were pinned. I stared at the pictures of the dead girls. They were all pretty ordinary, but still pretty. I felt bad for the eight girls who's life had been ended by a sick serial killer, a cannibal. As I was staring at the board, I heard someone enter the office, but I didn't turn around to face him. I couldn't turn my gaze away from the girls.

"Hello Dr. Lecter, I'm glad you could make it. This is Will Graham, he is a special investigator. Will, this is Dr. Hannibal Lecter. He's a psychiatrist and is here to help us out on the case." Jack introduced them, not including me in the introduction. He probably had forgotten I was there too.

"Good day Jack, Mr. Graham. It's a pleasure to be here and I hope I'll be able to help out." Dr. Lecter said and I felt myself freeze at the sound of his voice. Accent, probably European, and polite… This was the voice from my dream.

I turned around slowly and faced him. He had brown hair, neatly combed to the side. The color of his hair matched the color of his eyes, which were hazel. He was dressed the same way as his hair: neat. I knew instantly I had seen him before. I just couldn't think of why, when or where, and what part he had been of my life.

I didn't let it show that I had recognized him. He turned his gaze to me, only then realizing I was there. I saw him freeze too, and shock was clearly on his face. His mouth fell open a bit and he started walking towards me. "Tori…" he whispered, disbelief and shock present in his voice.

The way he said my name sent shivers down my spine. It sounded so painfully familiar. He was still walking towards me, and I backed away, turning my face into one of confusion so he wouldn't know I had recognized him. I wanted to find out more about him by myself. He might have been a huge part of my life, I didn't know that, but I still had the dream in mind. He had drowned me after all.

"I'm sorry, have we met before?" I said, proud of myself for making my voice sound so steady.