Hello and welcome to the ninth chapter! It's been a couple days since I last posted, but here it is then!

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Chapter 9: Breakdown

I stayed upstairs, sitting in the hallway. I was leaning my head and back to the wall. Staring off into space. I didn't know what to think about what had just occurred. In the time he was here, he hadn't acted violent or had thrown me dark looks. He hadn't been angry, he had sounded and looked tired and sad. Why had he looked sad? God, I needed to find out more about what had happened, and what part of my life he had been.

And if I thought about it, I hadn't been scared of him, for once. I just felt the desperate need to know more. About my life, but also about him. And not only out of need, but also out of curiosity, I realized. I could understand the need, that was logical. But the curiosity puzzled me. How could I feel curious about him? It was the kind of curiosity you had about someone you found interesting. That's why I didn't understand, I wasn't interested in him, was I? No I wasn't. Or was I?

"Gosh I'm so fucked up." I whispered to the empty house.

My feelings didn't make any sense to me anymore. I didn't really know how I felt about Hannibal. And Will… I definitely was attracted to him, and I cared for him a lot, although I've only known him for about a week now.

I didn't know what to think anymore. I was completely messed up and my head hurt like crazy. I put my head down in my hands and screamed. I let it all out. Then I started crying uncontrollably, my sobs loud and painful.

I was having a breakdown caused by everything that was happening at the moment. The memory loss, the dreams, Hannibal, Will, my messed up feelings about everything… The metaphorical bucket was full, so to speak. It was now spilling over. I had had enough of practically everything.

And then I felt arms around me, lifting me up and carrying me downstairs. He put me down on the bed and laid down next to me, his arms around me, his one hand gently stroking my back and the other one stroking my hair. I put my arms around his waist and cried into his chest. My sobs were still loud and my breathing was starting to get faster and faster as I started to hyperventilate.

Will released his arms from me to hold my face between his hands, forcing me to look into his calming eyes. "Shhhhh Victoria, calm down. I'm here, I'm not going anywhere. I want to take care of you, but you have to let me, okay? Breathe, slow and steady. I'm going to show you how and then I want you to do it together with me alright?" he whispered.

Still crying and hyperventilating, I softly nodded my head. He then started to breath in through his mouth, very slowly. Then he breathed out again in the same pace. He kept doing this until I managed to breathe together with him. We stared into each other's eyes and I stopped crying as my breath became steady again.

When I was breathing normal again, he pressed a kiss to my forehead and put his arms back around me, pressing me tightly against him. I buried my face in his chest again as he put his chin on the top of my head.

We remained laying like this. It felt very comfortable and I felt safe, protected by the man I loved.

Wait, loved?

I was surprised at that thought, but then realized it was true. I loved Will Graham. I was sure of it now. How could I have ever thought I didn't know how I felt about him? I freaking loved him. But what was I going to do with it? I mean, we've only known each other for about a week. Yet I was sure I loved him. How did this happen?

My thoughts were interrupted by my sudden yawn. I knew that he had heard it, because he whispered "Sleep, I'll watch over you."

I nodded, but then moaned when he let go of me and got up from the bed. "Please… Stay." I mumbled.

I heard him swallow and then he took off his shoes, trousers and shirt, leaving on his boxers and T-Shirt. He pulled up the sheets over me and slid under them as well. I crawled back over to him and put my arms around him. He did the same and we were laying down in the same position as before again.

"Good night Will" I whispered and closed my eyes.

"Good night Victoria" he whispered back and I felt his lips on my forehead.

"Please call me Tori" I mumbled sleepily as I snuck my head deeper to his chest.

"Good night Tori" he whispered, barely audible and he tightened his arms around me.

Maybe he felt the same way, maybe he loved me too, I thought as I slowly fell asleep with his lips on my forehead.

When I woke up, I was still lying in Wills arms, in the same position as I had fallen asleep in. Sunlight shone through the windows. I looked up to Will and I saw that he was still asleep. He looked peaceful and it appeared he didn't have any nightmares either. I noticed that whenever we slept together in the same bed, neither of us had any nightmares. Maybe I could convince him to sleep together from now on.

I watched his calm expression as I brought a hand up to his face to wipe away a strand of hair that had fallen over his forehead, and I left my hand at the side of his face, stroking his cheek with my thumb.

I thought of how sweet he had been last night. He was just sweet in general to be honest. Which made me love him even more. I again wondered if he loved me too, just thinking of how caring he had acted the night before.

I crawled up a bit, bringing my face on the same level as his and pressed my forehead against his. I put my arms gently around his neck and closed my eyes again. He shifted a bit and tightened his arms around my back. "Tori" he mumbled. I opened my eyes and saw he was still asleep. A warm feeling washed over me. He was saying my name in his sleep, I thought. Was he dreaming about me?

I stroked my hand through his hair and he sighed happily, which made me laugh silently. I closed my eyes again and drifted off into a light slumber.

When I opened them again, his eyes were open and were watching me with a soft look in them. Our foreheads were still pressed together, my arms were still around his neck and his arms were still around me as well.

"Good morning Mr. Graham" I said smiling.

He smiled back as he said "Good morning Ms. Harris."

"Have you slept well?"

"Yes I did, as a matter of fact" he replied, a small grin on his face.

"What about you?" He then asked me, and I could see a glint of concern in those beautiful eyes.

"I slept great. You keep the nightmares away" I whispered the last part.

He didn't reply, but just tucked a strand of my hair behind my ear.

We stared into each other's eyes, not saying anything, enjoying the silence and the company of the other.

I felt things had changed between us, we were more clingy now and also more affectionate. Again I wondered about how he felt, and realized there was only one way to find out.

Thinking it was now or never, I pressed a chaste kiss to his lips and pulled back. He looked surprised at first, but then leaned over to me and kissed me back. We closed our eyes, lost in the kiss. Our lips opened and our tongues intertwined as the kiss became more passionate. We put all our held-up emotions for each other in it as we tried to become one, pushing our bodies together tightly.

The kiss went on for what felt like forever and when we pulled our lips apart, we were both breathing heavily. Our eyes locked and remained that way for a long time, telling each other dozens of unspoken things with just our eyes. We had our hands around the face of the other, not wanting to let go.

"Well, that was… wow" Will finally spoke up, his voice raw.

I grinned and said "Yeah, it was."

He grinned back and pressed another chaste kiss to my lips.

I felt bad when we had to pull apart because of Wills phone, which was ringing noisily. It had been Jack who'd called, Will had to go to his office. I didn't feel much like going and told Will I'd rather stay at home that day. He got ready and we kissed again before he left.

I grinned and turned in the sheets, stretching out the same way a cat does. Question answered, I thought. He loved me too.

A week had passed since our first kiss and things were going great. Will was not allowed to work in the field with the FBI for a while, because he had shot Garrett Jacob Hobbs. So, except for the occasional lectures, and the hospital visits at Abigail Hobbs, we were at home mostly and just enjoyed each other's company. Cuddling, kissing and sleeping together (not sexually) had become things we did on a daily basis. I didn't have any nightmares, and neither did he. Like I said, things were going great.

I looked up from the book I was reading to the clock that was hanging on the wall. Will would be home soon. He had gone out for a lecture, and most of the time I went with him, but once in a while I'd rather stay home. Just sitting cozy on the couch under a blanket, reading a book, all alone, could feel so nice sometimes. I think I used to be alone often before the accident, because I certainly didn't mind. I did enjoy Wills company, I just liked being on my own sometimes too.

I put down the book when the front door opened and Will stepped inside. He came over to me and I smiled when he gave me a kiss. He smiled back, but looked a bit nervous, I noticed.

I frowned and asked him "What's wrong?"

"You don't miss anything do you," he said sighing. "I have to go through a psychological evaluation so I can get back in the field."

"But?"

"It has to be with Dr. Lecter." He said, not looking me in the eyes.

I felt a little shiver as I heard his name. Not one of fear, but one of surprise, as I hadn't expected to hear his name.

"Why? Did Jack tell you this?"

He nodded his head and said "Yes, I'm being obliged by Jack, he said it had to be with Hannibal as Alana was too close to me."

I could understand that, Alana was close to him. Alana Bloom was a psychiatrist and a friend of Will. I had met her when we were visiting the Hobbs girl in the hospital. I quite liked her, she had a nice personality, just like Will. We would get along well.

"When do you have to go?" I asked him.

"Tonight" he replied, and I saw him swallowing nervously. He really didn't want to go.

I got up and walked over to him. I put my hand on the side of his face and took one of his hands with the other. "Sweetie, shall I come with you?" I asked him, looking up into his eyes.

His eyes widened and he asked me "You sure about that? You know, because it's him?"

I nodded my head.

He then smiled at me, a bit relieved and said "Then I would really appreciate it if you came with me. You probably won't be able to come inside, but you could wait in the waiting room?"

I smiled and nodded my head again. "Don't worry, it'll all be fine."

And it would. I had told Will all about the night Hannibal had come to the house, also telling him I wasn't afraid of him anymore. I was mostly angry at him. And I knew it would come to some sort of outburst directed at him himself, sooner or later, but I would try to stall it as long as I could, because I knew how angry he could get.

I didn't tell Will about the phone call though. I didn't know why I hadn't told him, why I was doing him a favor. Maybe it was because he could get sent to jail or something, and I still wanted to find out why he had been in my life, which would be hard to do when he was in prison? I really didn't know.

We were sitting in a comfortable silence for the rest of the afternoon. I was sitting on Wills lap on the couch, the blanket draped over us. We were both reading our book until it was time to go to Hannibal's office. We remained silent during the ride, but I held Wills hand in mine as I knew he was still nervous. He hated therapy, said it didn't work on him.

When we arrived, we went to sit in the waiting room. In contradiction to Will, who stood up, I remained sat when the door to Hannibal's office opened.

"Please come in Will." He said in his accent, before his eyes looked over to me.

"Tori."

"Hannibal." I replied coldly.

"Are you going to wait for him?" he asked me.

"Yes I am" I said, my face and voice cold as ice.

He just nodded his head and motioned at Will to step inside his office.

"Wait a second" I suddenly said.

I stood up and walked over to Will. I pressed a quick kiss on his lips and whispered in his ear "Everything will be okay" I smiled at him and he nodded.

I turned and sat down again on the chair on which I had been sitting before and glanced at Hannibal. He had a dark look on his face, filled with emotions. I could see anger, hurt, confusion and even jealousy. He then looked away and they both walked into his office, him slamming the door shut just slightly.

I then realized, as I thought about all his looks, especially the one right after he had seen Will and me kiss, he really cared for me. Hell, if I interpreted things correctly, he loved me.

I grinned evilly as I thought about all the fun I could have now that I knew about this. The hurt I could cause him. Damn, I could take revenge on him, make his life miserable. If he could play games, then so could I. I sighed in delight now that I knew one of his weak spots. Me. I kept grinning as I thought about the things I could do. This is going to be so much fun, I thought.

As I was thinking, a half hour had passed and Will and Hannibal came out of his office. I jumped up and paced to Will, swinging my arms around him.

"Hey sweetie, how did it go?" I asked him, still hugging him. I looked over his shoulder at Hannibal, who was standing awkwardly in the doorway, the same look on his face as before. He narrowed his eyes as he saw me looking at him, and I did the same way, as if I were challenging him.

"Tori, it went fine. I'm okay. I can go back into the field" He said, smiling into my hair.

I saw sheer horror cross Hannibal's expression when he heard Will call me Tori. I wiggled my eyebrows at him, smirking, as if I were saying that's right, you heard him, you're not the only person who calls me Tori anymore, what are you gonna do about it?

He quickly blanked his expression as Will let go of me to shake Hannibal's hand, telling him goodbye, and then we left. I looked back at Hannibal over my shoulder and smirked once again at him, at which his face turned to the most infuriated expression I had ever seen. He probably had realized what I was doing to him, he wasn't dumb.

I waved my hand at him, still smirking and whispered, so Will couldn't hear it, "Goodbye, Hanni."

And then I exited the door, going after Will, trying my best to not burst out in laughter, as I didn't want Will to know what I was doing. He would only think I used him, which wasn't true. I really did love him.

We drove back home and got into bed. We were laying down spooning and Will was asleep pretty fast. I was still thinking about the way Hannibal had looked at me before I walked out. He had been so damn angry, and I hadn't been afraid. Hell, I had thought it was funny, still thought so. I grinned at the memory and slowly fell asleep. Let the games begin, was my last thought.