Chapter 4.

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Bella and Jack got there early in the morning, knocking enough times for Will to answer the door.

"Jack, what are you doing here so early. And who's this?" Will said

"Hi, I'm Phillies Crawford, Jacks wife, just call me Bella."

She extended an arm to shake his hand which Will shook.

"Come in." He invited

"So why are you here?" He asked once they were all inside.

"Jack has been talking to you, not all in good words, so I'd figure I might see for myself." She said

Will gave Jack the Thanks, Asshole! look.

The three sat down on a couch when Bella started firing questions.

"Does your line of work, being a FBI special agent, examing bodies and whatnot, ever get to you?"

"Sometimes, I'm terrified of letting it get to me. Hannibal is there to pull me back each time I'm near the edge and then there are times he doesn't."

Will looked down at the floor as Bella responded with

"Hannibal is your therapist, right?"

"Yes."

"Does he ever- drive you off the edge?"

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you. No one believes me, not Jack nor anyone."

"Will, it's not-"

"Quiet, Jack. I'd like to hear what he'd have to say."

"Hannibal Lector is the Chesapeake Ripper. All those meals he serves is people."

But Jack knew with all his heart he was lying and shouted at Will

"That is not true! You know it, Will! There is no proof, there was no evidence he is the Ripper. It's ALL IN YOUR HEAD."

Bella and Will looked token back at his yelling, but Jack liked stone cold proof and Hannibal being the Ripper didn't have proof. Will's thinking of Hannibal being the Ripper was just his empathy. That's all it ever was.

"Jack." Bella warned lowly

"I don't mean to interpret but shouldn't we call Lector for couples therapy? It could be very healing for you two."

Jack pinched the bridge of his nose. Getting real tired of your shit, Graham, he thought.

"Come on, Bella, we're leaving." He said.

"You don't own her, Jack." So interpreted.

"I know I don't. But I have a right to keep her away from dangerous killers like you!"

Dangerous. That word stuck in Will's mind.

Killer. Hurt even more.

Will saw The Stag Man again, right behind Jack. He didn't hear what Jack had said, probably something cruel, because The Stag Man chanted

"Killer,
Killer,
Killer,
Killer."

In the same Lithuania accent as Lectors.

"Are you going to turn out like the men you hunt? A killer. The poison of Earth."

No, no, no. Will thought. Let it stop, oh God, let it stop.

He gripped at his curly hair, not caring for the odd looks they gave. The Stag Man went over to Will and breathy and slowly said;

"You already are one."

He screwed his eyes shut, wishing it could be over. He heard Bella say:

"He isn't okay, Jack! Take him to Lector!"

He felt Bella shake his shoulder, he opened his eyes. The Stag Man was gone. At less, for now.

"Come on, we're driving you to Lectors."

Will didn't want to argue. All he needed right now was Hannibal's love.
***

Hannibal answered the door quickly, because Jack had called him before hand, and now he was worried sick. Once he saw Will, he wrapped his arms around him, and didn't let go. Will had a break down in his arms, rambling incoherent words, the only ones he could make out were No More and Safe. Bella and Jack left, leaving Will with him.

"Will, please, come follow me."

Will didn't like Hannibal's voice anymore, it sounded more like The Stag Man's voice instead of another humans voice. He let Hannibal drag him to a room, whispering comfort things. Will wiped away the tears from his eyes, only to be replaced by more.

"I hate being this unstable." He said when they were in a room, a guest room.

"You're not unstable. Now, go take a shower while I get dinner from the store."

Your 'dinner.' is people. Will thought.
Will sat down on the bed, running his fingers through his dark locks and thought, it fucking rhymes! It fucking rhymes!

(Hayy my peps. I have an imagine for you. OK, so you know the TV show Dr. Phil? If you don't Google it. Imagine Will on that with Hannibal and it's like draaaaammmmaaa.)

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