Sorry for the delay everyone! College has been brutal and I finally found time to sit down and write more of this.

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When he sees the girl impaled onto the stag's antlers, striped down to her natural state, with her lungs removed, Will knows this isn't the Minnesota Shrike. He knows exactly who it is because the same image was shown to him last night. His soulmate sure does love his masks and costumes, and Will has enough tact to not smile at the thought.

Will reports like a good agent that it isn't their cannibal isn't the same one as the one who committed this crime.

"He wanted her found this way. It's… it's petulant. I almost feel like he's mocking her. Or he's mocking us." And isn't that just perfect? His soulmate's mocking is probably the worst thing he's ever come across, but he finds it oddly endearing. As if his soulmate is upset that the police have turned their attention to another cannibal, and he can't stand it.

"Our cannibal loves women. He doesn't want to destroy them. He wants to consume them, to keep some part of them inside. This girl's killer thought that she was a pig." After seeing the girl through their shared eye, Will can't help but agree at least a bit.

He feels a little thrilled when he calls the scene "field kabuki," imagining the face his soulmate would make if he heard it. Will's noticed his humor has turned darker the longer he's looked at the murders his soulmate commits.

When Jack asks about their copycat, Will allows himself to praise his soulmate a bit. "You know, an intelligent psychopath, particularly a sadist, is very hard to catch. There's no traceable motive, there'll be no patterns. He may never kill this way again," he lies a bit there. There is a good chance that his soulmate might do it again, just to aggravate the FBI. "Have Dr. Lecter draw up a psychological profile. You seemed very impressed with his opinion."

And if he's still petulant about getting a psychiatrist, he isn't to blame.

As much as Will wished he could ignore Jack's orders, he knew he couldn't. He'd be seeing a psychiatrist; a pretentious and handsome psychiatrist. Wonderful.

Until then, Will could delude himself that his psyche didn't require evaluation to comfort dear ol' Jack. That he didn't fall deeper into infatuation with his soulmate when he saw the great feats of strength and cunning displayed in his murders. If anyone knew that Will was hiding information on a murderer, the Chesapeake Ripper no less, he could easily be thrown into jail (Jack might even consider murdering Will with his own hands). While not the worst thing that Will could imagine happening to him, he'd rather no one find out about his soulmate's extra-curricular activities.

His quiet contemplation was disrupted by a knock on his motel room door. Who could be at his door so early in the morning? It certainly wasn't Jack. Groaning as he stood, he stumbled to the door and pulled it open.

His eyes were met with a paisley tie and Will suddenly knew exactly who it was. Of course, his dreaded psychiatrist would come to him, probably snooping around to find out where he was staying.

"Good morning, Will," Dr. Lecter said calmly, as if it was perfectly normal to come to a stranger's house at the crack of dawn. "May I come in?"

Will was tempted to deny the man access out of spite, but thought it better if he just went along with the man. Gesturing for the man to come inside, Will walked back into the pleasant darkness of his motel room. He felt the man's gaze against his back and took a cursory glance down at his clothes, or lack thereof now that he looked. But Will wasn't about to get changed on behalf of his unexpected guest.

"I brought you breakfast," Dr. Lecter confessed, placing two containers onto the small table located near the cloudy window. "Just a simple protein scramble."

Will scoffed softly as he sat himself down in the seat opposite of his doctor. "You make breakfast for all your patients?"

Will let his eyes wonder up to settle on the man's mouth and watched with fascination as the corners quirked up in amusement. "We are not officially having sessions."

"What would you call them?"

"Conversations between two intellectuals; God forbid we be friendly towards one another."

"Well, it's delicious, thank you."

Will vaguely wondered how the man's soulmate felt about him. He was oddly reminiscent of his own soulmate now that he thought about it. It was almost enough of a temptation to get him to look into Dr. Lecter's eyes, but decided against it when the man started to talk.

"You detest eye contact so much that you would go out of your way to not make it with me," Dr. Lecter observed, taking a sip from his cup of coffee. "Tell me, Will, do you wish to not meet your soulmate? It is to my understanding something that most people strive to find."

Will's smile resembled more of a dog baring its teeth than good humor. "My… talents allow me to have a much more focused picture of my soulmate. I know what they do, their hobbies, how they dress. I know what I'm looking for."

"But you aren't," Hannibal interjects, and Will has half a mind to tell the man he's been rude until he continues. "You let yourself see your soulmate through reflections of themselves, but are not willing to actually look at them."

"Are you suggesting that I don't want my soulmate?"

"I'm merely stating that your lack of interest in eye contact seems to say a lot about you. Jack seems to think you're a fragile little teacup, on the edge of plummeting to the floor and shattering."

At this, Will snorts inelegantly. "Really?" Half of Will wants to return to their talk about soulmates, but he lets Dr. Lecter direct the conversation for now. "And what do you see me as, Dr. Lecter?"

The man actually smiles at Will when he asks that. "The mongoose I want under my house when the snakes slither by," he states, with no small amount of mirth. "Or perhaps I see a companion, someone who can see me."

They eat the rest of their meal in silence, neither speaking another word.

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