Hannigram

Chapter 26

Hannibal stood impatiently as he waited for Agent Crawford to pick up the phone so he could tell him that he might know where Will is. To Hannibal, Wills childhood home was a bit of an obvious place to kidnap him and hind him. The police surely would have checked there. Or at least Lucas wouldn't have been so stupid to take him there.

When Jack finally answered the phone, Hannibal was met with a sort of grunt rather than a hello. Hannibal wasn't too pleased at this but he had to give him some slack given that it was 2.45am so Jack would have been sleeping at this point. "Jack" Hannibal said down the phone. Trying to make his voice sound calm but there was still a slight shaking as he spoke "I think I might know where Will is." This caught Jack's attention. "And how would you know that when even we don't." Jack questioned.

"I don't know I just ruled out the most obvious places and thought about it like you ate supposed to be doing!" Hannibal snapped down the phone but soon regained his composure and continued to speak to the Special Agent. "I think that they are in Wills childhood home" There was silence at the other end of the phone "Jack. Are you even listening?" This question was met by a faint snoring sound which told Hannibal that he had fallen asleep.

Hannibal slammed the phone down and stormed upstairs. If they weren't going to help him them he would have to go and do it. He threw some of Wills clothes into a bag along with a first aid kit his father would keep in the house for emergencies. Hannibal thumped down the stairs and threw open the front door. He left and climbed into his car, ignoring his father who was shouting from the door for him to stop.

He slammed his foot down and sped off towards where he believed he would find Will.

Hannibal arrived at the house, from the outside it looked very run down and the grass had grown tall enough to reach halfway up the window. He decided to park a little ways down the street and walk to the house to avoid suspicion. Hannibal threw the bag over his shoulder and grabbed the flashlight out of the glove box before he left to find his boyfriend. He snook around the back of the house and peeked through the window and sure enough, there was Lucas Graham sleeping on a dirty reclining chair. Hannibal checked the door to find it was locked. He silently cursed himself before moving to a window. He pushed it up and paint cracked and floated to the floor. He was hit with a strong smell of B.O. and alcohol. Hannibal grimaced as he climed through the window, nearly stepping on a few broken bottles on the way and he ducked down into the dark hallway.

As Hannibal slowly creeper around the house hunting for Will but he couldn't find him anywhere. Just as he was about to go upstairs he noticed a slightly open door under the stairs. Hannibal swallowed and reached for the handle. The door creaked as he pulled it open, hoping it would wake up Lucas. He finally got the door open enough so that he could slip through, but when he was just about through, he felt a sharp pull on the back of his collar which made him jump with surprise and gasp as he moved he hand to his throat. Suddenly he was dropped and he landed on the old carpet, a small layer of dust arose from the ragged carpet, indicating that it hadn't been well kept. Hannibal coughed against the dust and groaned as he pushed himself up from the floor to turn towards his attacker. 

"Who the hell do you think you are?" A gruff voice shouted "Coming into my house, going through my things" he continued. Hannibal stood up to his full height,he nearly matched the height of the aged man stood in front of him. "I am here for Will" Hannibal growled. "I know who you are and I know you have him here!" Lucas lept towards Hannibal and grabbed him by the collar before slamming him into the wall behind him so hard that Hannibal was sure he heard his ribs crack and held back a yelp from the pain. "And who are you to my boy?" Hannibal laughed slightly.

"He is most definitely not your boy the way you treat him" Hannibal half laughed at Lucas,still holding eye contact with Lucas. "And by the way, he's MY boy now" Lucas' face dropped at this. It did take him a moment to realize what he meant by this, but when he did he felt raging anger. "MY BOY IS NO FAGGOT!"He screamed before drawing back he fist and slamming it into Hannibal's face. It all went quiet immediately.