The second of the two missing chapters

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The phone rang loudly, breaking the silence of the house. I stared at it for a second before crossing the room to fetch it. The caller ID read 'Will Graham'. I answered, "Hello?"

"Hello Ms Lecter"

"...Hello Will"

"I thought it would be polite to let you know I'm now out of prison"

"That's good"

"It would be, if people hadn't been murdered throughout my trial. Speaking of, I never saw you there"

"I... couldn't come"

"Is he there?"

"... No"

"Come over"

"What? Now?"

The way he said my name sent a warmth to my chest, "Please, come over to my house, we can talk, I bought some wine"

"You were that sure I would say yes?"

"Of course, yes – unless of course Hannibal Lecter is there and he's telling you to lie to me"

"He's not here Will, he went out – he won't be back until tomorrow evening"

"Then come over"

I bit my lip a moment, then sighed, "I'm on my way"

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I parked outside of Will's house, locking the car before I went to the door. I knocked and waited. Will came to the door and let me inside, bringing me a glass of wine as I took a seat. "How have you been?" he asked, sitting by my side, a glass of wine in his hand.

"Alright, I've been lacking in company since you were locked up"

"You could have come to visit again"

I shook my head, "The bruises I got from visiting you once lasted long enough to make me think twice about going again."

"He was angry at you then"

I let out a quiet laughed, "He's nearly always angry at me, Will, you should have been able to figure that out"

"Then why don't you leave?" he asked sitting closer to me, his arm along the back of the sofa.

I sat back as I looked up at him, "And go where?"

"Anywhere, what's stopping you?"

"Hannibal... and you – I want to stick around and see what happens"

"What do you think is going to happen?"

I laughed, "There are... several ways that this could go, but every single one of them comes down to what you do, and what Hannibal does in return."

"That's reassuring" he muttered sarcastically.

"Will, let's not talk about Hannibal now – he does tend to ruin the mood."

"I've noticed"

I sipped my wine, watching Will Graham do the same. He'd lost weight in prison, he had let his hair grow slightly longer, and stubble emphasises his jawline. He looked tired physically, but there was a new energy in him, a determination that would play out and gain Hannibal's attention. "You're staring Miss Profiler, what do you see?" Will asked, he swallowed the rest of his wine before setting the glass on the table.

A smile tugged at the corners of my lips, "I see someone... who has... been wronged, and is looking for... justice."

"Is that all?"

I smiled, sipping the last of my wine, "With you Will, that's never all"

Will took the glass from my hand, placing it down as he leant in and pressed his lips to mine. Hands ran over me, my torso, my hips, my legs. Carefully he unbuttoned my top few buttons, kissing down my neck passionately. Will was gentle, so much gentler than Hannibal – though he moved hurriedly, unpredictably, he was still caring, soft.

I closed my eyes, a soft moan escaping my lips as my fingers grasped his shoulders. "I have missed your company" Will said softly.

"And I have missed yours, very much"