Hannibal fanfiction!

Manipulation.

Hannibal leads you through the maze of a building until you reach a room with four seats placed along the wall. You both sit outside the room in silence. You turn to face Doctor Lecter but he doesn't return your gaze. You sigh impatiently.

 The door of the room opens with a creaking noise and Jack pokes his head out. He nods at Hannibal who gets up from his seat and enters the room as Jack closes the door behind him. 

You suddenly realise how tired you are and try to lie across the seats. You shift your body trying to get comfortable, unsure if you even know the meaning of the word anymore. Boredom strikes and you lean over and look under the seats, there is a rubber band near the wall. Stretching your arm out you reach and grab it and proceed to sit up a little to quickly as you hear the door open once again. 

Your vision doubles with dizziness as you look up at Will Graham closing the door after stepping out of the room. He gives you a look that can only be described as emotional. You remind him of that girl. You feel almost envious. That girl who gets attention just from people looking at you. It almost angers you. Will sits down next to you on the chair. 

You turn away from him biting your lip hard enough to slightly taste blood and for tears to come to your eyes and as calculated Will puts a shaking hand on your shoulder. 

"H..hey are you a..alright?" He asks. 

You look at him, upturning your eyebrows and squinting slightly with the bottom of your eyes mimicking a mixture of sadness and fear in your tearful eyes. You bring your legs up on the chair with you and grab Will into the most shaken hug you have ever given. He tenses hard immediately. Social anxiety seeping through his skin like a cheap perfume. You can feel the muscles in his arms and chest, he's sexy enough for you to not feel bad for taking advantage of him.

 He seems too stricken in grief anyway to realise what you are doing. Psychic powers or other wise. You press yourself to him tighter and he gives in putting his arms around you and leaning his chin over your shoulder his heart beating fast and hard. It may not have been in a romantic way but Will Graham loved the "Abigail girl". You let go of Will and lean away from him slightly, he lets go of you like he was letting her go too. 

Lost in his own world. It wasn't about you. It was about her. She is the reason this process isn't going quick enough and you aren't getting what you want. If only you were really her... But who was she?

Will gestures to the rubber band in your hand.

"Was this what you were trying to get?" He spoke to you as if he were speaking to a child.

"Yeah I thought I'd tie up my hair."

"Did you want me to help?" 

"Okay."

Will took the rubber band from you and lifted your hair putting it in a ponytail, it was unusual having your hair out of your eyes. You look at Will and smile a Thankyou at him. He puts his hand on your forehead.

"That's where he hit you, isn't it?"

You nod, reliving the sting from before. 

The door opens again this time startling both you and Will. Jack and Hannibal exit the room together and gawk at you both sitting on the chairs together. 

"It is like turning back the clock is it not?, Will?" Hannibal said coldly as Jack walked around the corner.

Will stiffened and Doctor Lecter grabbed your hand in his own and pulled you up off the chair.

You intertwined your fingers with his and waved goodbye to Will with your free hand. 

"What have you done to your hair?" Doctor Lecter sighed in frustration.

You smirk at Hannibal letting go of his hand and looking behind you at Will. 

"I thought I'd try something new."

Hannibal narrowed his eyes grabbing your hand back from you this time intertwining his fingers with yours himself.

"I pray I do not catch you participating in such a colossal waste of time, Miss Peters."

You smile taking your phone out of your dress pocket. 

It had been merely two hours since the bet was placed and you could taste your own victory in the air. 

Thanks to Will Graham.