Hannigram.(S1)

07

Hannibak silently exited the car. The fresh cold air of Wolf Trap cleared his senses as he walked silently towards the old house.

He was now trusted enough to be left alone at Wills house to tends to his dogs as the man went out on his cases.

Hannibal smiled . It's not like he hadn't been into the house before. He has been inside it despite Wills knowledge.

Hannibal could hear the dogs behind the door. All eager to meet him ......again.

Not that hannibal was not found of animals but dogs tend to not be his choice of pet.

They slobbered around and left hair everywhere and hannibal knows.

God he knows as he himself had to buy a hair roller just so he could get the hair out of his office chair where Will normally sat. But since the pack of misfit dogs were the closest creature to Wills heart so he tolerated them.

Hannibal stood before a messy bookshelf and pulled one out a book an instruction manual on fly fishing.

After snooping around the bookshelf Hannibal inspected a dresser,piled with old t-shirt. Digging deeper hoping for some thing intresting hannibal only found a old jacket. Still had a smell of Will clunged to it. He smiled silently as he pocketed it with a little bit of gratitude .

Why?

He didn't know either.

Next Hannibal picked up the pieces of the disassembled boat motor and tried to manage it as well as he could when suddenly his eyes caught the table content .

Hannibal approached it to find Will's fly making gear arranged on the table. There were racks of uncomplete flies,lamp magnifying glass,yarn feathers and thread hooks.
He sat at the chair as he admired his Wills work.

The feeling of being able to share something with the younger man alluded him as hannibal expertly used the tools.

The tools Will had used for hours with such delicacy and softness.

After completed his work, Hannibal admired the lure. He pressed his thumb gently against the pointed hook, until he draws a drop of blood pooled out
Hannibal sucked the drop from his thumb........wondering if his Will had ever tasted his own blood........how would his coppery blood taste?

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Hannibal sat opposite Will in th dimly lit office

"Tell me about your mother." Hannibal asked curiously. He had found some evidence of Wills father while snooping sound the house but he never came across any motherly evidence.

"That's some lazy psychiatry, Dr. Lecter. Low hanging fruit." I'll said breaking into tiny amused smile

"I suspect that fruit is on a high branch, very difficult to reach."

"So was my mother. I never knew her." Will admitted."Tell me about your mother. Let's start there. Quid pro quo."

Hannibal loved it when Will used Latin. Even though it was far from perfect it was still enjoyable.

"Both my parents died when I was very young. The proverbial orphan until I was adopted by my Uncle Robertas when I was 16." Hannibal said silently. The foogy memory of his parents just a distinct past
Will looked at him carefully studying him

"You have orphan in common with Abigail"

"I think we'll discover you and I have a great deal in common with Abigail." Hannibal whispered out leaning infront of his chair looking into Wills eyes who only watched him back.

"There's something so foreign about family. Like an ill-fitting suit. Never connected to the concept." Will said slightly uncomfortable

"But You created a family for yourself."

"I created a pack of strays. Thanks for feeding them while I was away."

Hannibal nodded "I was referring to Abigail Hobbs."

Hannibal said trying to let Will grasp the idea of a family. A family that they could become............a slither of hope as he watched his blue eyes looking staright at him.
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The door opened as Hannibal smiled warmly and greeted Will.
"Willium Please come in." He said letting will enter the room whi immediately dropped on his regular chair.

Hannibal studied Wills stiff body and the gift on his lap.

Curious he asked him"Has Christmas come early? Or late?"

Will sighed "It was for Abigail."

Hannibal secretly smiled softly
" Was?"

"Thought better of it. I was upset when I bought it. Maybe still am."Will admitted

"You buy gifts when you're angry?" Hannibal teased "What is it?"

"Magnifying glass. Fly tying gear. "

'Teaching her how to fish. Her father taught her how to hunt." Hannibal said trying to build up connection.

Wondering how lovely they would look as Will and Abigail fished on the lake and he prepared the food on the shore

"That's why I thought better of it."

"Feeling paternal, Will?" He asked still day dreaming of the potentiality

" Aren't you?" Will huffed

"Yes. Dr. Bloom has advised against taking too personal an interest in Abigail's welfare. You break it, you bought it."

Hannibak smirked when he saw Wills more annoyed face . At least they were on the same boat when it came to that advice
" Can't break what's already broken." Will stated

"Tell me.Why were you so angry? "

"I'm angry about these boys. I'm angry cause I know when I find them, I can't help them can't give them back what they gave away." Will said softly

"Family." Hannibal said getting closer to Will

" Yes."

"Freddie Lounds has coined these young killers the Blood Brothers." Hannibal said amused

"We call them the Lost Boys." Will sighed as hannibal was near him

"Abigail is lost, too. Perhaps it is our responsibility, yours and mine, to help her find her way." Hannibal said getting right behind him as if whispering on his ears.

Will looked back at him. His blue eyes shone with slight confusion but determination.