Losing You Terrifies Me

Chapter 26

Will packed up his desk and gave a sigh as Jack entered the room. It was late and Will wanted nothing more than to go home to Hannibal and whatever the man had planned for him, but he still had one more class. One more thing to do before he could retire for the night.

"I'm a little busy at the moment, Jack," Will said as he slung his bag over his shoulder and clutched his laptop to his chest, heading for the exit of the classroom.

"I heard you were staying late, so I thought I'd drop by," Jack replied, following Will towards where the classroom was that Will was meant to be covering.

"Make it fast."

"How kind of you."

"Jack," Will sighed, stopping in front of the door that students were pouring into. "I'm not in the mood. I want to go home and I have another hour and a half before I can even get on the road."

"How's Dr. Lecter?" Jack asked, causing Will to sigh and be grateful that Hannibal had gotten a rile out of him earlier that day.

"Jack, I haven't seen him since you found me in that cabin. I still don't remember him." Will shifted his laptop enough to pull at his glasses just so his hands had something to do. "I only know about what you've told me and what I've read in case files. I really don't know what you are wanting from me."

"Your food was continually homemade until our last conversation and now you haven't eaten lunch at all," Jack stated matter-of-factly.

"It's flattering that you take such a concern in my eating habits, Jack." Will pushed his glasses back onto his nose and reached for the door of the classroom he was needed in.

"Where is Hannibal, Will?"

Will closed his eyes with a deep breath, before opening the classroom door. "Drop it Jack. You're barking up the wrong tree." Will stopped at an air between them that he couldn't exactly place. "Would you like to join my class? We're discussing home invaders today."

"No thank you Will," Jack stated with a shake of his head. "I have a previous dinner engagement I need to keep."

"A date?" Will asked, finally looking over his shoulder.

"One could say that," Jack replied with a smile. "Have a good class Will."

"Good night Jack," Will excused before stepping into his classroom and letting the door close behind him. He walked up to the desk and lowered his laptop to the desk, bag on the floor, opening the laptop and waiting for it to boot up. He looked over the students who waited patiently for him to start the class.

"I am Mr. Graham. You will refer to me as such. I am not sir, dude or Graham. I will be substituting for your teacher this evening. She will return for your next class." Will adjusted his glasses on his nose, once more looking around the class. "Home invaders are among the most psychopathically deranged criminals on Earth. They have no concern for the sanctity of your privacy and absolutely no respect for your life." Will typed in his password and then hooked into the HDMI port for his presentation to be added to the screen. "They have no reservations on the most heinous of behavior toward their captives, and little fear, if any at all, of consequences."

Will checked the screen and made sure everything was working before grabbing the small remote and moving around to the other side of the desk.

"Unlike burglaries where the perpetrator does not like confrontations with the house owners and only wants to steal the property itself, and prefers to wait until the occupants are not at home, home invaders integrate their sociopath hatred in their larcenous behavior."