At about eight in the morning, Hannibal knocked on Will's open bedroom door. Will looked up from the book he was reading in the chair by the windows.
"I need to go down and talk to Jack Crawford. Apparently one of my patients burst into the bureau, raving about the Chesapeake Ripper," Hannibal said. "Will you be alright here for a few hours?"
Will nodded. "I'll be here. Tell Jack hello from me, okay?" Hannibal nodded and smiled as he walked back down the stairs.
At the bureau, Hannibal was met with a very pissed Jack Crawford as soon as he walked into the door. Next to him, hand-cuffed to a pole, was Hannibal's ex-patient Franklin. Which was odd because Franklin had been killed by Hannibal himself. "Franklin, I'm surprised. How are you?" Hannibal asked, masking his actual surprise.
Franklin glowered at Hannibal. "Just fine, Doctor Lector," he ground out.
Jack cut in. "I'm sorry, Hannibal, but Franklin here escaped from the Baltimore Hospital for the Criminally Insane this morning and said that he wouldn't leave until he talked to you, even going as far as cuffing himself to this pole and swallowing the key," he told Hannibal. "Now that you've seen him, we can take him back to the institution," Jack said.
Hannibal nodded. "Well, I'll be going if you have no further use of me," he said, walking out of the station. He was fuming when he got back into the car. Jack had called Hannibal down here for something as menial as Franklin when he could be home with Will! Hannibal was extremely angry with Jack. Doctor Gideon, the man who had nearly gutted Will, was still running around free while Jack calls Hannibal down to visit with a should-be-dead ex-patient instead of finding Gideon! If Jack wasn't a friend of Will's, he'd be steak.
Hannibal parked his car in his drive-way and got out, slamming the car door with enough force to rattle the windows, venting a little before he went inside. It wouldn't do to slam every door in the house with Will there, so the car door had to suffice. He had left the door to the house unlocked, since Will was there and could watch the house for him. Hannibal walked in and hung his coat up. He walked farther in and stood at the foot of the stairs. "Will!" he called up the stairs. There was no answer and no movement. Hannibal sighed and shook his head. He had only been gone maybe forty-five minutes and Will had fallen asleep. He started climbing the stairs to go check on Will. He walked down the hallway and noticed that Will's bedroom door was closed. He didn't realize anything was amiss until he eased the door open.
The lamp that had been on Will's nightstand was now smashed and strewn across the room. The bedclothes were ripped apart and there were speckles of blood on the white sheets. The curtain rod had been pulled down and was laying on top of the remains off the wicker chair that had been sitting in front of the windows. Hannibal walked in and bent down to grab a book off the floor. He recognized it as the book Will had been reading when Hannibal had left. He turned it over and saw blood splatters on the pages.
Hannibal felt a growing rage course through his body. Someone had dared to break into his house and take Will from him. And not just any someone. Doctor Abel Gideon.
(A/N- I may get death threats in this next part, so if I suddenly stop writing, it's because I'm probably dead in a ditch somewhere.)
