[1]𝘾𝙃𝙄𝘼𝙍𝙊𝙎𝘾𝙐𝙍𝙊 | Hannibal Lecter✓

XIV. Free Form

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Jackson Pollock
1946
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"WILL!" She ran and squeezed between the many agents, finding a small figure hiding themselves in a blanket. Will Graham had just found his doctor completely slashed on his office, his eyes still trembled, facing oblivion, as his head spinned with the possibilities. "Will...." Alice had finally reached him, squating on the ground to be at the same height as him sitting on the s bench outside the hospital. "Oh my God, are you okay? Did you get hurt?" She asked scared.

"Alice?" He looked into her blue eyes, instantly being conforted by them. "What are you doing here...how..."

"I called her." A feminine voice interrupted. They turned around to see Alana Bloom with a kind smile. "She is your emergency contact after all."

Will mentally cursed himself, he forgot to change the phone settings once again, but somehow he was glad he didn't. He was glad to have Alice there caring for him, trying to fix the blanket around him as a child in the cold.

"How did this happen? Ae you sure you're okay?" Alice asked again worried.

Se held her hands in hers, the warmness in them instantly recovering him from the sudden situation he was caught into. It was like she was the sun that energized him again.

"I am." He calmed her in a soft whisper through his quivering cold lips. "I'm fine."

"I came as fast as I could...I'm so sorry, I should've accompanied you-"

"No, it was better this way." He shaked his head and curly hair strands. "It could've been worse, what if..." His breath escaped his lungs with the possibility. "...No. It was better this way."

He caressed her hands softly, as she looked at him full of caring and tenderness. It just frustrated him how much she cared for him but yet couldn't accept his love for her.

"You're here... again." A familar voice cut the moment between them. Jack Crawford, dressed with a dark coat that protected from the coat, looked at them with a serious, repproving expression. "This is a crime scene, Miss Mallory, you shouldn't be here."

"I'm here to take Will home." She said firmly. "I am his emergency contact."

"And he is an FBI agent who was almost murdered by a suspect, please step away Ms.Mallory." he responded.

Alice got up with a non friendly expression, stepping hard on the floor while staring back at the agent. "So you can ask him to do his 'trick'?!" Jack didn't reply. "You are responsible for this too, Agent Crawford. It could've been Will's blood on your hands today." She warned him.

"You don't speak for him, Ms.Mallory." Jack stuffed his chest. "You should stop doing what you were not requested to." She clenched her jaw, her fists closed tight.