FOUND: A Hannigram Devil AU REWRITTEN

Chapter One

Hey there! It's been about two years since I first wrote this story for the world to read, and I think my writing has improved since then. I wanted to rewrite it with my new talents in mind, so here you go! This will be the same general premise and most of the same plot points; however, I still recommend you read this one even if you've already read the first one. There are going to be some differences and I think that you'll find many new easter eggs and plot points to enjoy (especially toward the end)!

If you haven't read the original FOUND before, don't worry; you don't have to. This is the same story but with a new spin and, in my opinion, even better. Don't feel like you have to go back and read the original because it's not required for you to enjoy this one.

Thank you guys for your support as always!

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In the early hours of the morning, Professor Will Graham and Jack Crawford, head of the Behavioral Science Unit, walked side by side along the campus of the FBI Academy. Graham, on his way to give a lecture, was listening to Jack with visible annoyance on his face. He stared straight ahead, hands in his pockets, clearly drained by having to interact with someone else. Any outsider would think that the two men were enemies; both were stomping along the field with furrowed brows, muttering angrily to each other.

"I'm afraid you have to do it, Will," Jack said. "I'm not letting you go any further without some help."

"I can take care of myself."

"No, you've already proven to me that you can't. You had a breakdown at the scene yesterday." Jack sighed. "You're talented. You've given me nothing but useful information. I just think you need a little guidance."

"I don't need to talk out my feelings like some troubled teenager." Will stared intently at the ground as he walked. "I just need to build up the calluses. It's been a while since I've been back on the field; you've gotta give me some time."

A group of young girls, all unrelated to each other and yet so similar in their physical traits, had gone missing over the past few months. They all shared the same dark hair and blue eyes, the same height and weight, the same complexion. Whoever was going after them had a type, and he wasn't afraid to show it. He'd eluded the FBI for a long time, but then one of his victims turned up dead instead of missing. That had been Jack's final straw — he'd enlisted Will's help, despite Will not taking part in active crime scenes for a few years now. His profiling skills were everything Jack needed.

Although he would never say it, Will had forgotten about how terrible being on the scene made him feel. There was a reason he'd left in the first place, instead choosing to pursue the mundane life of teaching. Seeing that poor girl at the scene, the body of Elise Nichols, had made him tremble. Tears had slipped out against his will, but he quickly wiped them away. He was stronger than that— it had simply been a while since he'd looked at a crime scene. He could build up the courage again. He didn't need anyone's help.

Jack Crawford seemed to think the opposite, though.

"I'm not going to be the one to break you. I won't be responsible for it. Everyone could use a little help, Will. Nothing to be ashamed of." Jack nudged him. "Hell, I would love to get some free therapy."

Will held back a scoff of indignation. "I don't need to be coddled. I don't want any of that 'how does that make you feel' shit. Laying on the couch and talking about my problems. I don't even know how I feel most of the time."

"Don't be stubborn. Doctor Lecter isn't that type of psychiatrist."

Will raised an eyebrow. "Shouldn't I be the judge of that?"