Copycat (Will Graham x Reader x Hannibal Lecter)

Chapter 1

Author Note: Another new fanfic because I have a habit of starting stories. This needs editing so... Sorry?

Copycat, a word that describes me more then any. It's easier then having my own identity and wondering "Hey, what if they don't like it."

Lying is my specialty, well that and solving murders. Jack Crawford was the one to recruit me. I'm on Team B. I know it may not sound all that fun and it isn't but who am I to complain. We solve minor murder crimes compared to Jack's team, hence the name Team B. Even if I wasn't first class Jack would always check up on me, a strange thing to do but I suppose he felt responsible for me. The man had always wanted to know how I solve the murders so like I always tend to do, I lied to the man, saying some random bull. In the end the real way I solved them was in basic terms asking myself "Why would I murder them," and looking at their body, trying to replay the feelings of the murderer. Whether it's for fun, passion or hatred I can always find the reason with ease. Going through every possibility and motive. Some may say it's similar to Will Graham's so called pure empathy but I'd have to disagree, I do not empathize with the killer, I become the killer in personality. When I was a child I discovered how if I spent time with something and understood it to an extent I would accidentally become that thing. Lack of identity, ending in taking up others.

Arriving on the scene my eyes wandered to the body crucified. Covered in meaningful cuts along the arms and legs. If I didn't know better I'd say the cuts were from thorns. Most would think it's a religious murder but this was quite the opposite indeed. A mockery of the belief, which if I assumed correctly the person crucified was religious. Closing my eyes, I tried to relive what happened, and why I would kill the human before me. Perhaps it was from past trauma dealing with religion. Before I could further hypothesis someone touched my shoulder, quickly opening my eyes and turning I saw Jack Crawford staring at me. "You remind me of someone when you do that," His laugh brought annoyance to me, I wasn't Will Graham. Nonetheless I put on a generic smile and put in a laugh, "So what brings you to a place like this," Sarcastically I roll my eyes as we walk closer to the body together. "Wanted to check up on you," The man was obviously lying, he wanted to know how my mind worked. Curiosity is a strong motivator. "Of course," A forced tone dripping with sweetness. "Strange," Another voice chipped in, one who I had yet to hear before. Looking towards it I saw a well dressed man, his eyes were empty. "And who is this?" Turning to Jack he put on a smile and introduced the man, Hannibal, and I returned the favour with a wonderfully fake smile. When he turned to me, Hannibal's eyes looked as if they were reading me, studying me, it set me on edge. "Psychologist?" His eyebrows raised with surprise, but a hint of curiosity remained within them. He only nodded, and with that I turned back to the body they were all taken by. "Hatred for religion," A rare thing, it's usually a religious murder rather then anti. "Young, religious background, man. That's who we are looking for," Without knowing who the victim was I wouldn't be able to make anymore connections. "What is that based on?" Jack chimed in this time. "Statistics, and logic," It was true, there was rarely a case I couldn't solve without these two things. The men stood looking at the body while I walked over to my team, asking if they could find out the victims identity. My heart is telling me he was strongly religious, so perhaps a priest. Another guess would be pedophile, for this crime felt of anger. The boy who killed him wouldn't have been effected by this man, but knew of his past times. This requires a connection between them. All it comes down to is finding the mans name. Snapping out of my thoughts I looked to Jack who was bantering with my team, including Hannibal Lecter. Without thinking too much about it I realized that Hannibal was a psychopath of some kind. Not that I have anything against them, I've met countless and some are perfectly functioning people. Though he should probably seek some help, even if it seems as if he is already very far from what people deem "Normal," so it would take time and patience which I do not think he would do. My mind continued to accidentally race, everyone's thoughts appearing within my mind. Calming down, I slipped away from everyone and walked to my car. On my way I saw someone strange, he wore laid back clothes and glasses. That's when it hit me, I couldn't see it, his personality. Something I hadn't felt for a while. It was as if when I stared into him there was only a mirror reflecting back myself. Without realizing it the man had begun looking back at me with a strange facial expression. Panic filled my veins, and I quickly skidded away from this unpredictable situation. Finally back to my car I was alone, letting out a sigh I opened the door but someone coughed behind me. "Freddie Lounds," There sat the most despicable woman I had yet to meet in my life, and I had met a hell lot of murderers. "Any comments on the crime scene?" She barraged me with questions about the scene. "You do realize no matter how many times you ask me I'm never going to answer," Getting into my car I left the woman behind and drove off.

Arriving at home, it was dark but even so I could still immediately see my two dogs running towards my fence. The back door of my house had a dog door and they would always run out to approach me. I live in a cutoff place from the world. A perfect place to think in complete silence other then the breathing of my dogs. Getting out of the car, locking it behind me I ran over to my dogs and opened the fence. After many minutes of affection I moved on to letting them roam around the open land around me. Of course I never let them out of my sight. Wolf trap Virginia, that's where my home is placed. I heard that the great Will Graham had lived nearby but I hoped that I would never have to cross his path.

From: Jack

The Religious case will be given over to Will Graham, there's another case which will be at your desk.

An audible sigh left me, this always happened. I get an interesting case but Will Graham has to snatch it up from my grip. The usual anger boiled up within me, my dogs quickly came to me with wagging tails as if feeling the hatred. "It's okay boy," Kneeling down onto the dirt I hugged my German Shepard which had been abandoned way back, and to the right was my Border Collie which once belonged to a murderer I had caught. No one wanted to take care of them so instead of sending them to shelters I took them in. Moving to this house mainly for them, more land for their energy. "You are so high maintenance," An actual laugh escaped me as I pet their heads. A barking was heard from the road, scaring me half to death, for neither of my dogs had done that. "What the hell?" Running to the noise I saw a brown spotted dog. He was beautiful, but well groomed which led me to believe it wasn't a stray. It didn't have a collar attached to it so I called over one of my own dogs and took off it's collar, giving it to the new dog so I could hold it in place. At first it was hesitant to trust me but after a while it came closer, and it began to sniff my dogs. "Now who do you belong to?" Bringing it with me I went into my house, grabbed a leash which was rarely used and attached it to the unknown dog. Locking the fence behind me, and bringing my own dogs, I walked down the road, it looked as if the dog knew where it was going so I followed it. My watch stated it was quite late, almost midnight. Eventually I begun to hear someone yelling "Winston," Presumably the owner. Going towards them, finally through the trees I saw them walking in the middle of an open field. They heard my foot steps and turned around to see me, the unknown dog's tail wagged so I took the collar off and there it went, running towards the man who looked rather familiar. He finally got to me and that was when we both realized we saw each other earlier in the parking lot. "Thank you," His eyes looked suspicious before staring at my dogs and his once judgmental cold eyes softened. "They yours?" The man bent down and pet them both, receiving kisses. "Yes, and I'm guessing all those over there, including this one is yours." He continued to avoid my eyes. "I have a habit of collecting strays," His voice was rough yet gentle, as he got back up from the ground. "(Y/N) (Y/LN)," Without him even asking I answered his question. "Don't you work for Jack?" The mans eyes continued to avoid mine, making me question his state of mind. "Indeed," An awkward silence sat for a while, making me turn back around to return home. "Will Graham, that's my name," Realization dawned on me, so this man was the one who took everything away from me. The one who I had always been compared to, always second best to. After all these years of hating him I couldn't bring myself to do it when I saw him interact with his dogs. He was obviously a nice man with some sort of disorder. "Ah," Finally our interaction was finished and off I went, to my home.