Hannibal's Little Lector (Hannibal tv series fan fiction)

The New Home

I entered my new home a day after arriving in America. I stayed the night in a motel after visiting Hannibal and ordering my furniture, mainly because I didn't really want to stay in a home with no furniture as it would be so uncomfortable. The house itself was the best thing I could buy as it old and had a history, that was my favourite type of home really as I love history. I was always brilliant at history in school, my favourite would have to be when I did essay's on serial killers . Favourite serial killer from the United Kingdom would have to be Jack the Ripper.

When I brought my furniture, which was mainly modern, I also booked the kitchen to be renavated. Yes I like history and old buildings however, when it comes to my kitchen it has to be modern as I like to cook a lot. I cook a lot of the time when I'm free, a lot of the time I cook more Italian. I do also tend to go by my routes and cook Britishes like sunday roast and a English breakfast in the mornings.

I called a decorator once I had finished with paying for the renovation and the furniture. He was actually coming in a few weeks to talk over what I would like, then to take measurements and finally come and paint the place. Also I was getting my new bike to tomorrow, well when I say a new bike I found a second hand Harley that was for sale. The bike itself is perfecly fine and wasn't too expensive really for the condition it was in; I think it was because the owner wanted to sell it quick.

The one thing I couldn't stop thinking about was my mother and, the fact that I had a meeting with Hannibal coming up in a few days. I wasn't really interested in finding out why he didn't show up at the airport. I just wanted to know more about him and the fact that I do actually need to talk to someone about my mother. Even if I needed to lie about my name, I was going to get to know my father and I was going to talk to him about my mother.

I stopped my thoughts about what I had coming up in the next few days as I walked through my new home towards the kitchen hoping to have a nice glass of red wine. However, I was stopped in my tracks by the sound of a knocking on my door. I wondered who it was for a second as no one knew where I lived except for Hannibal and the real estate agent. Once I heard another knock on the door I walked towards it slowly opening the door. I was kind of shocked by who was at the door because, I didn't know him and to my knowledge he had no idea who I was. In front of me stood the same man that left Hannibal's office when I left last week.

"Um hi . . . I'm . . . I'm Will Graham. You don't know me but I saw you last week when you were going in to meet Hannibal." Will stopped talking and just stared at me for a moment; it looked like he was studying me. I couldn't help but think that he was a little insane as he just kept on staring, but then I remembered what I was wearing. It might of just been that or he might of been slightly shy, it was kind of hard to tell. However, I was putting it down to what I was wearing. A nice pair of soft grey short shorts and a nice blue vest top.

"Hi. I'm Georgia Molsa. I kind of remember you. You were walking out the door when I was walking in, you kind of looked worried if I remember correctly. You can come in if you want too. Oh and sorry about the mess, I only moved in technically three days ago." However, as I spoke all Will carried on doing was staring still. Well that was until he finally responded to my question.

"Yeah, um . . . sorry. I just loose time every now and again."

"No need to apologise, you really cannot help it." I spoke as I directed him through to the kitchen after shutting the front door. As I looked back towards Will, he was following me while looking around the house. When we arrived in the kitchen, I stood next to the counter as I turned back around to speak with Will.

"So Will Graham, what do you do work wise?"

"Oh, I work for the FBI. I'm not an agent though I'm like a helper. What do you do?" He asked while he sat down on one of the chairs at the dining room table, which wasn't that far the kitchen.

"I'm like Hannibal. I'm a psychiatrist. Please don't tell him though, I believe he might think I might do that vice versa thing." Will looked up showing a slight grin before he looked back down at his fingers again. As I watched Will a little more; I thought about what he was doing and how it was kind of weird however, for some odd reason I kind of liked it.

"Do you want a drink? I've got tea, British tea may I add, coffee, beer, wine and squash." I listed out as I looked through the cupboards.

"Um . . . can I have a beer please." He asked as I looked towards the fridge. As I pulled the fridge I looked back at Will to see him smiling once again however, as he saw me looking he turned his head back down so that I couldn't look at him properly.

"What are you smiling about Will Graham?" I asked teasingly while I pulled the beer from the fridge.

"Well . . . it's just a lot of people I know, including Hannibal, don't really treat me like everyone else. You do though . . . and it's nice for a change." Will smiled once again as I opened the beer cap before pulling out a bottle of red wine from under the cupboard and a wine glass from the cupboard behind.

"You like wine then?" Will asked as I turned around with everything in my hands walking towards him.

"Yeah. I do like beer however, I fancied a nice glass of red wine. I was actually heading to get one when you knocked on my door." I smiled at Will as I opened the wine bottle and poured myself a small glass. Will looked at me as he took the nose of the bottle to his lips, tilting his head back a little to take a drink. After finishing his sip of beer, Will turned back around to me and we just sat there talking. I even got Will to laugh at some point, which was in fact really hard to do. Will actually stayed at my home for about two hours talking with me, that was until he phone started to ring.

"It's Jack. We have a new case so, I have to go. I hope to see you some other time. Maybe." Will spoke as he stood up pulling his jacket on. Will Smiled thought as he stood up looking at me. As I showed him to the door, I was thinking of something to do that would make him happy for a change. As I opened the door and Will was about to walk out, I pulled him back by his arm and into a tight hug. As I hugged Will I kissed him on the cheek and whispered softly into the ear.

"Thank you Will, it was nice to meet you and talk." I was shocked at the fact Will hugged me back after a while however, he pulled away just as quickly.

We said our goodbyes properly, how Will liked too, before he left heading towards his car and driving off to his latest crime scene. I knew there was something about Will from the moment I saw him leaving, but now I kind of like him. However, I wasn't sure whether I liked him as a friend or more yet. It was hard to tell at this point. All I have to say is that I need to spend some more time with him.