Hannigram -Strictly Proffessional

"He's doing what you do...but different"

Will Graham loved lecturing. The time spent in his classroom was the only time he could think of when being around people wasn't too much for him. Will held the room in his hands - the most knowledgable man in the room - he was in control. Will loved lecturing, so whenever Jack Crawford skulked in from the side entrance and beckoned him, his heart sunk and his demeanour grew a little more hostile.

"Will Graham, Doctor Hannibal Lecter" Jack, perched on the edge of his desk, glanced between the two men, his eyes almost watering at the stiffness in the air between them. Will's attitude to meeting new people was never all that enthusiastic, but that paired with being dragged away from his classroom caused his tongue to spit daggers.
"It's...nice to meet you, Dr Lecter"
"Please, Will. Call me Hannibal"
Hannibal's stance was open, his eyes sparkling and his smile radiating a comforting warmth - though of course this meant nothing to Will.
Jack's spine rippled at the thick silence resonating between the two in front of him.
"Hannibal was introduced to me by Alana Bloom, He's one of the greats in the field of psychiatry"
Will's eyebrow rose in feigned interest, but fell just as quickly.
"We can tell from the lacerations on her spine that he attacked in quick succession - erratic...passionate"
"Does that make sense will?"
Brown curls scrambled like a flock of birds as Will's eyes lifted from their intense attachment to the floor.
"Will I'm going to pretend you haven't been ignoring Dr Lecter and I this whole time, are you gonna play along?"
Will nodded apologetically.
"As I was saying, Hannibal is here to help us on the occasional crime scene - He's doing your job...but different"
Will, dragged by his feet from the classroom in his mind, had no choice but to turn his attention to the man standing adjacent to him.
The doctor's hair, now spun with grey silk, looked as if it was once a dark blond. Earthy, deep eyes sat back behind narrowed lids. He wondered if Hannibal ever stopped psychoanalysing.
Those brown bullets pierced Will line of sight. They seemed to scan him, processing information and spitting out new conclusions every second.
"Well if we've all been introduced, I can see you're eager to get off, Will"
Jack sighed, almost resentful of Will's clear distaste and early judgement of Hannibal.
"Thank you. I don't feel like being psychoanalysed for longer than necessary" Will's eyes darted across Hannibal's face. Lecters smile was still wide and inviting, yet his eyes were narrowed in concentration. Will felt as if his head was being invaded.
"I apologise if I seem invasive to you will. After the years I've spent psychoanalysing, it's hard to turn it off"
Will felt more unstable and on display than ever, and took a step towards the door.
"I'd appreciate it if you'd learn Doctor. You wouldn't like me when I'm psychoanalysed"
Jack shook his head and sighed defeatedly.
"Now, if you'll excuse me. I have a class to teach on psychoanalysing"