A/N: To all my wonderful readers, thank you for your time and patience. I have just recently moved and it has been ridiculously busy! I wanted to say I hope you have all enjoyed the story thus far and as a reward, I have released two chapters! Fair warning, they are a little fast paced mostly because I want to kick start this story and really get it going. There are some big surprises revealed in both chapters so be sure to read them thoroughly and as always please leave a review. I hope you guys are ready for what's to come! Enjoy!!!!

Chapter 17

Will Graham and Agent Hill pulled into the driveway of Dr. Alexander Wright. Will glanced to Agent Hill, "Wait in the car for this one, it shouldn't take long."

"You got it."

Will got out of the vehicle and approached the front door, knocked twice, and was promptly greeted by Dr. Wright at the door.

"Yes? Who is it?"

"Special Agent Will Graham from…."

"Not interested."

He started to close the door but will stuck his foot out and caught it.

"Please sir, you aren't under arrest, this isn't an investigation, I just want to ask a few simple questions then I will be out of your hair. I promise."

"I know who you are Mr. Graham. I am not interested in talking with the authorities. I haven't done a thing wrong."

"I never said you did. I am actually working down a list and you just so happen to be one of those stops on the list."

Wright glanced at Will up and down and back up again, "Are you armed?"

"No sir."

"Show me."

Will pulled up his shirt and showed Dr. Wright his waistband, then he bent over and rolled up his pant leg, and lastly he rolled up his sleeves and turned around.

"Satisfied?"

"No, but you may enter."

Will stepped across the threshold. "Lovely home you got here sir"

"Thanks, we can sit in here."

They sat on the couch across from one another, Max, the loving dog came into the room and sat next to Dr. Wright, eyeing Will.

"So what's this all about?"

"First off, may I ask why, during the Lecter trials you did not testify or come to any of those events? You were called for questioning, but refused."

"I am not testifying against a friend."

"A friend? Is that what he is to you?"

"Yes."

"Care to explain why?"

"No, that is none of your concern and is personal."

"Did you partake in Dr. Lecter's acts of cannibalism?"

"No."

"When did you last see or have contact with Dr. Lecter?"

Dr. Wright shook his head, "Special Agent Graham, if I may say so myself…I just told you I would not testify against a friend. So, what on Earth, makes you think I would tell you anything?"

"So you admit that you had contact with him?"

"No, I never said that. But I don't have to say anything to the likes of you on the matter."

Will knew, he always had that keen sixth sense that Hannibal always admired him for. Will had this ability to know when someone was trying something with him, he could feel it. But alas he had no proof. He figured Dr. Wright wouldn't speak. But as always, Will thought one step ahead and was ready to take a different approach, so instead he stood up and turned his attention to Max.

Will reached out a hand and Max came over to Will to investigate, sniffing away at his hand. Will slipped a little microphone clip under the dogs collar out of sight while he stroked the dog and pat his head. Max was happy, tail wagging back and forth.

"I won't take up anymore of your time Dr. Wright, but all that I ask is that if you think of something that may assist in our investigation, you will give me a call."

Will reached into his pocket and pulled out a card and handed to Wright.

"That has my extension on it."

"Yes, have a good day Agent Graham."

He walked Will to the door.

Will had his back to Dr. Wright when he suddenly stopped in front of the door. Will thought that rattling his cage a little might set his plans in motion, "Do you want to know why I am questioning you?"

"Not really."

Graham turned to face Alexander Wright, "We found a large amount of blood at the crime scene where Hannibal was last known to be. When we ran the blood, turns out it was all his. The doctor at the crime scene stated that Dr. Lecter could not have gotten far sustaining that kind of injury for long without bleeding out. Your house is actually not far from the crime scene itself. I think that the night Hannibal Lecter fled that he came here and you assisted him. That is why I am here to question you today."

"Well sorry you had to waste your time for nothing." Dr. Wright stood firm.

"We shall see about that Dr. Wright."

Will walked back to the car and climbed in. Agent Hill started the car up and they were off down the road.

"Did he tell you anything?" Agent Hill asked.

"No."

"As expected, did you plant the chip then?"

"Yes."

"Perfect. Who's next?"

Will smiled, "You will see. I have the directions here, just follow them."

Agent Hill nodded and drove to the new location but became puzzled upon arrival. "Sir, this is just an empty building what…"

When Agent Hill turned to address Will, he found himself staring down the barrel of Will's gun.

"Get the fuck out of the car Agent Mitch Hill."

"Sir…I…."

"Now!"

They stepped out and around the vehicle and Will ushered him into the empty house shutting the door behind him. The room was large and empty. The only source of light came from two windows that had been broken. One chair sat in the middle of the room.

"Have a seat."

Agent Hill nodded and sat down in the rickety chair. It squeaked when Hill sat down.

"Who do you work for?" Will probed.

"The FBI sir."

"Bullshit! Don't start lying to me, or you may not survive this encounter. Who do you work for?"

"I don't understand…"

"No? Then let me clear this up for you."

Will reached into his pocket and pulled out several folded pieces of paper tossing them towards Hill. They scattered across the floor and Agent Hill bent down to read them. They were copies of emails he had sent with the progress notes of the Hannibal Lecter case.

"You have been sending these emails since you started the case with me, I found them in your records. You see, Agent Hill, I don't trust anyone. So of course when I was assigned a team, I researched each and every single one of you. Now the other two, standard, came back clean. But you? Oh let me tell you, I found some interesting information on. You requested to be placed in charge of questioning Hannibal Lecter numerous times throughout your career and you were denied. Then you requested to be placed in charge of the Buffalo Bill case, but you were also denied in favor of Starling. When the Hannibal case was reopened, guess what? You requested to be placed in charge of the hunt. And you were denied AGAIN. So my question to you is, who do you work for and why do you want Lecter so badly? Say you don't know, and I will put a cap through your knee."

Agent Hill sighed, "This….started long before you, boy."

"Agent Mitch Hill 47 years of age, joined the FBI rather young, and I couldn't find anything much of a history on you other than your schools and academics. So you tell me about you."

"You will have to shoot me Will."

Will rubbed his eyes, "Listen, if its Lecter you are after to kill, don't you and your cohort understand we are on the same team? That I can help? If we work together, then it's all the more worse for Lecter."

"Lecter and the girl have already been found. We don't need your assistance, you pathetic drunk."

"What?"

"My supervisor, was very, very close to Lecter. That little note Starling posted in the National Tattler to Lecter? My supervisor was able to dissect it whereas you were not. But no worries, it wasn't all your fault. My supervisor has all the tapes from the dungeon between Starling and Lecter and has them memorized. Admittedly it did not name an exact meeting location, but my supervisor was already able to narrow it down between three locations. This first being the dungeon, the second being Memphis Tennessee, and the third and final being Mason Verger's estate. Obviously the third didn't make much sense because of the ongoing investigation, the first one wasn't to good of an idea either because that hospital has been condemned and could admittedly fall in any day now, and that just leaves Memphis."

"That is where they met?"

"Yes. There are eyes on them."

"Lecter will find out."

"He hasn't yet."

"Only because they have been at a safe distance with no interaction. But what happens when your so called men move in? Did your 'supervisor' think that far ahead? This is where we could be working together. I could prove to be a distraction or vice versa and the other could take the shot. You know why I believed everyone has failed up until this point? Because everyone thinks individually. No one goes together. Everyone thinks they are smarter. But no one is. When he spots your men, they will all die. Your best bet would be to enlist my help. Now what do you say to that?"

Agent Hill's phone suddenly started buzzing in his pocket. But Hill made no move to reach for it because Will constantly kept his gun fixed on him. Will reached out his hand and motioned for Hill to hand him the phone. Mitch slowly reached into his pocket and passed the burner phone over.

Will kept his eyes on Hill as he flipped the phone up and put it to his ear, "Is this the infamous supervisor I keep hearing so much about?"

"Yes," a woman's voice filled the phone. "Agent Hill wears a big anytime he is doing field work with you. I assume you knew that since you didn't check him prior to your conversation. So I guess you wanted me to hear it?"

"Yes."

"I must say I do like the offer. But you will be the distraction for my men to take the shot."

"How soon can we meet?"

"Tomorrow morning. You and Mitch will fly here so we can discuss this further."

"We will be there. Might I ask one question before we end this discussion?"

"You can ask, it doesn't mean I will answer."

"There is only one person still alive, that's close enough to Lecter to have this much information. Are you Lady Murasaki?"

"You are good Will. I do believe that together, we can finally put a stop to the monster."

"I couldn't have said it better myself."

The phone call ended and Will tossed the phone back to Hill, and turned to walk off. "Let's go, we need to get ready."

"Are you going to tell the others?"

"No. This stays between us. I don't want the FBI to ruin this chance."

"Right." Agent Hill stood and walked out the door with Will.