Angel's Sojourn: Hannibal x Reader x Will

Chapter 12. Cepelinai

Alana Bloom is every bit like Will Graham had described her- not that you had been worried she wouldn't be, of course. In fact, Will had offered information on the psychologist completely of his own volition, you hadn't even asked. It didn't bother you however, his clear assumption that you were nervous about your looming psychological evaluation. After all, you have good reason to be, considering the last one you'd endured had ended in abject failure.

You are confident however, that this time will be different. This time, you would not let your fears get the best of you, you would not allow yourself to be doubted. That is of course, much easier said than done.

Dr. Bloom had excused herself momentarily after you'd both made your introductions, leaving you alone to sit quietly in her office- with nothing but all of your various worries and and uncertainties to keep you company. You soon begin to replay Will's words from the night before over and over in your head, letting his soothing tone lull you into a comforting sense of security as that intimate scene replays in your mind.

It had nearly been midnight by the time Will had started gearing up to leave, and you were startled to discover that even then, you hadn't wanted to say goodnight just yet. This was however a sentiment you had neglected to share with him, and as he had slipped through the doorway and down the hall you couldn't help feeling like a certain part of you went with him- the part of you that was confident in your own abilities, and satisfied with all that you'd accomplished thus far. You're completely content however in remembering that night that he'd spent in your kitchen, discussing wordlessly the serial murders that you were now inexorably tied up in.

"There's nothing to worry about, really." He had said reassuringly, as he hovered by your front door with his briefcase slung over his shoulder. "She wants you to pass, and besides, Alana's the type to single out the good, rather than focus on the problematic. I have heard though..." He'd said, trailing off awkwardly, as if suddenly remembering that he was trying to soothe your worries, rather than give you anymore vexing uncertainties.

"Is it that bad?" You had asked while tossing him a teasing smile. You'd wanted to assure him that there was no chance of offending your sensibilities, as you knew this was encouragement that only he could give you. He grins sheepishly in return to your smile and shakes his head.

"Her evaluations are known to be a little... unconventional to say the least." He'd clarified as you tilted your head to the side and narrowed your eyes.

"Oh?"

"It's nothing too unorthodox." He'd said quickly. "Alana simply prefers her own methods to the FBI's regular evaluation protocol. A more avant-garde approach gets better results, she says. She might, say, invite an outside party to join your meeting." You nod to yourself, trying to absorb all the information you could on the complicated subject of Dr. Bloom before Will left, when he would no doubt take all presentiments of victory with him.

"If she feels you trust her, the easier it will be for her to see you at your most authentic, and your most vulnerable." He finishes carefully, watching your expression closely for any signs of apprehension or doubt. You had tried to keep your face still, knowing very well that Will was extremely skilled in interpreting micro-expressions.

"Let's hope she likes what she sees." You'd said humorously, making a show of putting your hands up to cross your fingers. He smirked at the action, his gaze turning steely and serious as he realizes how nervous you actually were- it must have been written all over your face.

"Hope has nothing to do with it, Y/N. And even if you do fail, I don't think it would really matter. It's just a formality- Jacks too desperate to fail you- too desperate to have you back in the game."