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

After the kill!!!

I was leaving the container without dad, he was sitting down listening to his horrible classical music and drawing his pictures. This time he was drawing me skinning the victim. I got on my bike and started the engine when my phone started to ring, I pulled my phone out of my pocket. It was Will.

"Hi Will, what's up?" I answered really happy.

"Nothing. Just wondering if you're at home. I've finished work now, and I was wondering if you were in for me to come round."

"I'm not in right this moment, but I'll be there in a few minutes. How far away are you?"

"I'm about ten minutes away."

"Ok, I'll see you there ok. Love you."

"Love you too." I put the phone down and put it straight into my pocket. I was then on my way. I stopped on the way home, to a store. I picked out a pack of four and paid, then I was on the way again. I was there in less than two minutes. I rushed in the house and dropped the beers carefully at the living room table. Then I realised. I couldn't Dad had given me a picture he had draw. A picture of him and mum, straight from his memory. It was the first time they met, it meant so much to me. So I put the beers on the table then rushed upstairs with the picture.

I just undressed as quickly as I could and then ran to the wardrobe. I pulled out clothes one at a time and couldn't find the right one, then I heard a knock on the door. I just grabbed the closest thing that looked like a top and put it on. It was short but fun, it had a design on it that I designed myself. It was a London payphone and had all the things around it that make England great. I rushed down the stairs and saw Will at the door. I rushed towards it and opened the door.

"Hey." I said while I jumped up at him and gave him a hug.

"Hey. You look amazingly hot, like normal."

"I was in a rush to get dressed, couldn't find anything to put on." Then Will started to take his jacket off and placed it around legs. I was confused until he told me.

"Jack's in the car. He would like to ask for your help."

"Oh. Well if you said he was coming too, I wouldn't have dressed like this." I smiled up at him, but still tried to make it look like I was angry with him a little bit, even though I wasn't.

"Sorry." He smiled back. Then kissed me, Jack decided he didn't like that so he pressed the car horn. We stopped straight the way, but I didn't like that. Does he know a thing called, first impressions count. I waved my hand then Will shouted at him, "She says you can come in." Jack got out the car and I hit Will slightly on the chest while Jack didn't look.

"Go upstairs, my room is the first room you come to at the top of the stairs. Go into my wardrobe and get me my jogging bottoms will you please. Thanks." We both laughed and then he went, but not before pulling the jacket a little. I watched Jack as he walked down the path.

"Hello, I'm Jack Crawford."

"Hi, I'm Georgia Lector. Will tells me that you want to ask me something?"

"Yeah. Can I come in please."  

"Yeah." I wrapped the jacket around my waist as Jack came into the house. I walked into the kitchen and stood behind the counter until Will came in. He brought my bright pink bottoms. I smiled and took his jacket off from my waist. Will stood right behind me and watched as I but my bottoms on.

"So what is the problem Jack?"

"The case we have had recently is a bit weird. We found a man from an orchestra with a Chiloe top sticking out of his mouth and Will seems to think that the person that did it, was trying to play him like a Chiloe in front of an invisible audience."

"Right." I said questioning, waiting for the question he wanted from me to appear.

"Will seems to thing it is someone who teaches people how to play string instruments and, makes them himself. Would you agree? I seem to think that he is right but there are signs that it could be something else. Something more than what Will is telling us." Then Will entered the confiscation.

"Yes you see more, but I only see what there is shown in front of me."

"Well, I cannot not really tell about anything from being told. I either need to see the crime scene and the body, or photos. Either way is fine but I need to see so I can make my judgement." Jack looked at me and pulled out the file from his coat.

"Here. Take a while if you need to, but I need your analysis as quickly as possible. I did try to call you Dad but I got no answer. He must be busy..." I thought to myself "Yeah maybe a little busy." then I smiled a little.

"Yes he is a bit busy, he was drawing last time I spoke to him. He doesn't like to be disturbed for anything, when he draws. He says he loses his concentration and makes horrible mistakes, then has to start again. He says it's a waste of pencil."

"That sounds like Hannibal." Will joked.

"Well, I'll leave now and leave you everything. Will are you coming?" Will looked at him then smiled.

"What do you think Jack." Jack started to walk towards the door and shouted his goodbyes as he left. We then heard the door shut and the car start, then we were alone again. Will then left the room and came back only minutes later with the beer I left in the living room. He placed the beers on the table and walked up behind me. Will wrapped his arms around my waist and held on tight, before kissing my neck and whispering in my ear. "I never want to lose you." I turned around with Will's arms still around me and still tight.

I kissed his lips ever so gently and when he let go of my waist, I quickly ran out of the kitchen and up the stairs. I was about to reach the bedroom door when Will managed to keep up with me. He grabbed me around the waist again as we both fell into the bedroom.

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I was sat downstairs in the living room looking at the crime scene pictures. I was sat on the floor with all the pictures laid out in front of me. I had a glass of red wine in front of me as well. To the right of me was a notebook. I wrote down everything that I could see for each picture, then I wrote a big kind of like essay connecting all the pictures together and giving a conclusion. Which turned out to be quite a lot like Will's. Then I heard footsteps come from the stairs.

"What you doing up?"

"I couldn't get to sleep. So I decided I would keep my mind busy." I turned round as I spoke to see a sleepy Will, standing shirtless at the living room doorway. He soon came towards me and sat right behind me. He wrapped his arms around my stomach and I placed mine on top of his. I leaned back but, I couldn't keep my eye off the pictures.

"I have to go somewhere tomorrow. I have to go and see a string instrument teacher, it's known that he also makes the strings." I looked up at him worryingly then he reassured me. "I'll be perfectly safe, I'm going to have police officers with me." I smiled up at him and kissed him on his cheek.

I was worried about Will, and knew that one day that this would be the end of him.