RUDE (Hannigram)

Chapter 3.

Immediately when Will walked into the science department of the FBI, he knew that it would be impossible to get anything done because of Brian and Jimmy acting lovey dovey.

The two men examined some bodies found at the crime scene, blushing each time their hands made contact.

"Meet Phil Johnson. Age twenty five, died of blood lost." Said Bev

The same pale body that Will had killed in the New Killer's place laid on a table. His pale blue eyes still widen forever, not able to close them. Seven other bodies were on tables being poked and prodded.

"What happened to that one?" Jack asked when he got there, pointing over to body number seven, the one with missing gentile.

"The New Killer didn't think that he was a man, he wasn't even man enough to fight back. So the New Killer showed him that he wasn't a man at all."

There was a sort of silence over them, not really awkward, just busy silence. Everyone was either taking notes or examining the body or something like that. Will looked over to one body, body number four, and instead of seeing a body decayed, he saw The Stag Man. Will took a few steps back, startled at the sudden appearance.

"Will."
"Will."
"Will." The Stag Man chanted

"Will." It wasn't The Stag Man's voice anymore, but something sweet and foreign.

Will opened his eyes, theory given right, it was Hannibal.

"Lector." Will greeted.

The rest of the eyes were on him (expect Brian and Jimmy, who took this as a perfect time to make out) because Will stood in the very back of the room, looking like he was having a seizure. Hannibal placed both hands on either of Wills shoulder, looked him straight in the eye and asked.

"Is there something you're not telling me that you should in your therapy?"

Will wanted to tell everything, about The Stag Man, the insomniac nights, about how it was all getting too much but he didn't wanted to leave. He wanted to scream that Dr. Lector was a killer and for everyone to believe him. For just once. But Will stood silent instead, put on his best Happy Normal Person Face, look straight back and Lector and responded.

"Why would that be?"

***
"He should not be out there." Okay, this was said many times, but this time, it was Bella who said it.

Jack and her were on the bed, talking about his day, when out of the blue, he mentioned Will. Jack explained to her that Will was unstable, unpredictable, and most of all, dangerous. Yet Jack kept putting him out there again and again. "Because he was saving lives." He excused each time.

"Phillies, he's not alright but there are even more crazy people who kill and Will finds them."

Bella gave him a weary look and responded with.

"I'd like to met Will Graham. To see if he's as unstable as you make him see."

"Phillies, you're already physical sick, you don't need to catch Wills unstableness."

Fuck. He didn't mean to word it that way.

"Well, Jack, you seem to love making the bad guy out of him." She responded sourly

"I didn't mean it like that. I mean- yes, he is in therapy, but he's like a time bomb. No understand how to work him, not even Lector."

Bella always had a good sense of judgment between right and wrong, believed everyone should be given a second chance and she took that Will was like a baby blue bird with a broken wing, scared and no one able to help.

"Jack, I would like to met Will tomorrow. End of discussion."

"Okay Bella."

And then they both turned out the lights, ready for a sleepless night.