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Will sat in his usual spot directly across from his friend and psychiatrist passively absorbing the calm radiating off the doctor. The rich browns and creams of the room accent by the red striped curtains created a peaceful place in which he was able to relax. After the last two nights which held the phone calls to Jack via the Ripper Will found his peace and quiet was constantly pulled away by the head of the BAU. no matter how many times he tried to tell everyone that he needed evidence to work he was still dragged out of bed to profile phone calls. The silence in the office felt like standing in a forest stream. slowly sighing; he closed his eyes letting the stress and fear of Jack wash away. He took a drink of scotch from the crystal glass provided to him the moment he entered the room enjoying the smooth burn of the high shelf liquor never let it be said that Hannibal was a bad host he felt that he should actually be the one to break the calm silence of the night after all he was the one imposing on his friends time not that Hannibal appeared to mind.

"Doctor lecter I once again find myself in debt to you. Jack has had me chasing the ripper's shadow for the past two nights I have been looking over his past kills and trying to figure out his next move but he is as always evading my sight. I just needed a place to rest and center myself it feels like the Ripper is surrounding me."

If only you knew how surrounded you are dear boy Hannibal mused "No debt required my good Will and please this is not a session I feel we have become close enough for you to address me by my name yes? Does the Ripper speak to you even now, here, when you are in this place with me?

"Sorry hannibal habits are hard to break no right at this moment in time it is only you and I in the room which I am more than grateful for. In the past few days I've heard him in everything I do following me, whispering in my ear that I am missing something that I just need to see."

"Heard you say? your inner voice is taking on the rippers countenance? What does he sound like if I may ask?"

Will looked down to the floor and away before answering suppressing a slight shiver of unwanted desire not to have his friend to see the emotions connected to his response. It disturbed Will that he felt desire for someone so dangerous,so free in the darkness that he only wishes he could overcome. "Everything that the Ripper does is elegant killing, planning, even speaking it is almost seductive in a way the danger, the lack of fear, the power. I imagine his voice is like poisoned honey smooth and musical but harsh and low at the same time."

"That's quite the dichotomy: is his voice smooth or harsh?"

"It's both, his voice is smooth but the tone of it is harsh. I know I'm not explaining properly but it's what I hear when I look at his arr...mean kills. enough of him, let's talk about something else. I have been wondering about something and was hoping you could provide an answer ."

"Certainly, I shall try my best, ask away."Hannibal prompted while sipping his own glass of scotch. Normally he would not drink something so strong but he felt Will needed to relax with a friend and not his doctor. The musing on the voice and tone which he only used on the pigs he kills as well as the fruiden slip up of calling his work art made the lion inside him purr. Hannibal noted the shifting of Wills eyes to the floor to hide his arousal. Despite his instability and lack of sexual interest or relationships male or female Will was a red blooded male he just had to work past the walls of his empathy to express his restrained lust. No matter how the profiler attempted to hide it he could still smell it. His mongoose was so close to finding him but was still chasing his tail, not for much longer. Indulging in the scotch was semi relaxing and needed the past two nights had been enjoyable if taxing, tormenting Jack Crawford was a wonderful pastime he could not wait for the next and final part of his plan to destroy the man even if he was feeling slightly tired I am not as young as I used to be. His plans were all in place for tonight once Will retreated back to his dogs all he had to do was assemble the stage, it was different than his regular art but it would be wonderful to see the reactions. The doctor refocused on his favorite project in order to answer the inquiry.

"It's just that I feel like you are the only person I can honestly be myself fully around and I appreciate it I really do, having someone not judge me is unique as it is welcoming. I was wondering if what I am feeling is only one sided? You provide me with a feeling of security, you're my paddle and I find myself pondering if you gain anything from my friendship or if this is me projecting my need onto you in some strange patient transference. I never want to be a burden to you." Will lifted his eyes to lock on the doctor's face letting his sight slide a bit over his shoulder to avoid the reddish brown eyes but still be able to read the man's face, he needed to see if the face matched the words for this next part.

"Will, you are perhaps my truest friend although I do not require the support that you find yourself needing. I gain from you a respect and deep understanding of my person. We are both very private people and identically different. You have more knowledge of me than anyone else alive. I let you see me. I am not required to act in a definite way you allow me to just be and I find myself valuing that this relationship is not one sided at all."

Finding no lie in the doctor's face will let out a breath he did not know he was holding. "Good that's good I'm relieved. friendships or relationships are hard for me. I'm happy what we have is real. You are the first person to care about me outside of my father although it feels a little one sided between us. If you ever need something from me Hannibal please do not hesitate to ask, not like I have much to offer anyway but I am here if you need me. I think I might be able to get some sleep tonight. I don't know if it's the drink or company but I'm actually relaxed and headache free. I should head home and take advantage, thank you again."

"That would be wise considering you yawned twice during that sentence. Rest assured my friend, if in need I will seek you out. I recall your care after the incident with Tobis was more than appreciated. I did not wish to go to emergency that night and your stitching was more than adequate. Will you be alright driving home? I have a guest room available if you wish to not make the drive." He finished the last of his drink failing to hide the blush that crawled up his face at the remembrance of cleaning Hannibal's split lip and cuts after driving him home that night the feel of his friends skin as he stitched the hole in his thigh fuck! is he attracted to Hannibal? he shook his head and handed the glass back to the doctor "No I'm fine the dogs need to be let out goodnight Hannibal."

"Goodnight dear will drive safe." Closing the door to his office he took both glasses and set them on his desk right next to his black appointment book he needed to wait a few minutes before heading out to the warehouse to make sure Will was really on his way to Wolf trap. It would be a shame to spoil his surprise. He cleaned the glasses in the sink off his office and turned them over to dry before shutting out the light and locking his office door. As much as he enjoyed the dance he and will performed, it was time for their relationship to move on to the next level.

The beeping woke him up for the first time in as long as he could remember he almost forgot what it sounded like. Sleeping the entire night through was for other people not for him. His bed was dry and his feet clean. He stood slowly feeling his spine crack three times as he stretched, which was oddly pleasant, his body not knowing what to do with itself being so rested. Dressed only in his blue boxers and gray t-shirt he stumbled to the Kitchen rubbing the sleep out of his eyes and filled a cup of instant coffee. The dog bowls were empty neatly placed in a line while his pack looked on with eager tails waiting impatiently for their breakfast, filling each bowl with the raw homemade food he made sure that buster had just a little bit more than the rest, then stepped back and smiled as his pack charged to the food.

"Okay boys eat up I'll let you out once I'm dressed."Will dressed in one of his teaching outfits, khakis, long sleeve blue dress shirt and sports coat before letting his dogs out and heading to Quantico. He made through the first 30 minutes of his class on the study of bite marks before Jack once again stormed into his lecture hall and dismissed the future of the FBI.

"Everybody out! Now!" His deep gravelly voice echoed throughout the rounded auditorium like classroom causing more than a few people to flinch and the volume.

"Jack, there is no need to yell. I assure you they are not deaf but might become so if you keep Yelling at them. let me guess, the Ripper called you again. Jack, how many times do I have to say that…"

"Will, I'm sure it's him but he has never done something like this before. I have no clue what any of it means. I need you on this, you're the leading expert on the ripper."

"Where and how was the body found? there was a body this time correct?"

"There was no body, just her head but that is the only normal part about it. I called in Dr Lector. It's bad will, real bad, you need to prepare yourself."

Oh wonderful, just what I need, "where are we going then?"

"Nevermind I'm driving. Everyone is meeting outside the warehouse. I was the only one who went inside so it is preserved for you, grab your jacket let's go."

Once they were on the road with the afternoon sun warming the seats as they drove will decided to question Jack. After all, how can i prepare without information? "Could you give me anything more then it's bad jack? I want a heads up going into this. Why is it different from his normal kills?"

"Will, Lass's head is sitting in the middle of the room but she is not the focus. It is full of stuff that has no reason to be there. It's set up like an art gallery of things that make no sense. it's a message of some sort but I just can't see it. I'm hoping you can, it should be easier on you with no crime to recreate."

"Jack, how many times do I have to say it I don't recreate. it is in no way easy on me I relive it!"

"Well whatever it is you do i need you to do it. Can you do that for me?"

"You're using the wrong words Jack. Yes I can do it but I don't want to. It is getting harder and harder to look. I can't do this much longer and remain sane. There are others to process the scene. Hell, you have a team to do just that!"

"Well I need you to so we can get this guy before he starts another cycle too many are dead because you haven't figured it out yet!"

"Because I haven't figured it out! I'm a professor, Jack, not your agent. I am a consultant. I work with you, I don't work for you. learn the difference your the head of the BAU it's your job to figure it out god dammit not mine. don't you dare put this on me!"

" as MY consultant and the professor who studies him you are the leading expert on the Ripper I need you to figure this out now let's go were here." Sure enough when Jack stopped the SUV in front of a large warehouse the team and Hannibal were waiting for them. Price and Zeller were arguing between themselves, Katz was casually leaning on the building one leg crossed over the other while Hannibal was simply sitting on a large rock, hands folded in his lap, his face deadpan. He could be making a shopping list for all the emotion he was showing.

"Good you're all here I'm telling you all now no one touches or says anything until I give the go ahead." turning to the empath Jack addressed him directly. "I need you to read the scene Will but we all need to hear it in real time we won't make a sound."

"Jack I can't! I need to not have people interf…"

"Will! Nothing about this is normal. This might be the thing that lets me get him! you want to stop him right? to save lives? This is how you do that. I need you to do this, the victims' families need you to do this. It is a message of some sort that I need to know and only you can give me that if you don't, more will die. Is that what you want?"

Hannibal had to grit his teeth at Jack's treatment of will. The mental and verbal abuse was more extreme then Will had let on during their talks. It's no wonder Will was always stressed and full of misplaced guilt, everything that happened was dumped on his head, every mistake and failure Jack blamed him for and poor will was too beat down to defend himself. Jack treated him like a abused spouse he wanted to rip out the aggressive man's tongue and set it on fire.

"Fine Jack."will snarled, his hands forming fists at his side. "No one talk to me or god forbid touch me. if I'm channeling the Ripper for all intensive purposes I will respond as he would. I hope you are all ready. i'm not." Will then turned and stormed off into the warehouse pushing open the large steel doors and walking into his very own mind there on display for the world to see and froze.

So new story what do you all think

Cyenthia