Folie à Trois: a Will X Hannibal

Jealousy...

Narrator's POV

After Miriam's arm was discovered in the observatory, Will and Hannibal were out on their first true date.

During these last few days, Will had fully moved in with Hannibal so he no longer made the hour long trip to see his lover daily.

For their date, Hannibal was taking Will to the opera and even had bought him a new suit —that's price tag had left Will stunned.

The performance was lovely, though Will didn't understand anything the woman was singing, and during the intermission, he and Hannibal socialized.

And, as much as he hated doing so, Will understood the importance of an alibi so he knew he had to make himself known.

Will was introduced to several of Hannibal's acquaintances and currently they were talking to a woman named Irene Komeda.

"It's been too long since you've properly cooked for us, Hannibal." Irene playfully said

Hannibal said, "Come over and I will cook for you."

"I said properly." Irene clarified, her tone a bit more serious, "Means dinner and the show."

The older woman turned to Will, "Have you seen him cook? It's an entire performance. He used to throw such exquisite dinner parties."

Irene then turned back to Hannibal, "You heard me: 'used to'."

"And I will again, once inspiration strikes." Hannibal replied, "I cannot force a feast. A feast must present itself."

"It's a dinner party, not a unicorn." Irene sarcastically said

"Oh, but the feast is life. You put the life in your belly and you live." Hannibal countered

The novelist chuckled, then looking away from them towards a bigger man accompanied by a taller African American man, "I believe this young man is trying to get your attention."

Looking at the two men, Will recognized them: the taller man was the murderer that would appear in a month or so who would kill a trombonist to make him an instrument and the shorter man was his final victim.

"Hello." Hannibal politely greeted

The future victim smiled, shaking Hannibal's hand, "Hi. It's so good to see you. This is my friend Tobias."

"Good evening." Tobias greeted

Will noticed the glare the victim was giving him, jealous that Hannibal's arm was around his waist, "It's a pleasure to meet you. I'm Will, Hannibal's date."

Will immediately noticed the spark of anger and jealousy in Franklyn's eyes, so lipping into Hannibal's mindset and wondered if he could have the victim kill the would-be killer.

"How do you two know each other?" Irene asked Franklyn, sipping at her glass of champagne after

Hannibal turned back to bed, "There should remain some mystery to my life outside the opera."

"I'm one of his patients." Franklyn awkwardly said

Hannibal seemed annoyed but no one but Will caught it, turning back to Franklyn and asking, "Did you enjoy the performance?"

"I did. I loved it. Every minute." Franklyn excitedly answered

"His eyes kept wandering." Tobias countered, "More interested in you than what was happening on stage."

"Oh, don't say too much. You must leave something for us to discuss next week." Hannibal replied, "Franklyn, good to see you. You too, Tobias."

***

During the drive home, Will stared out the window into the dark Baltimore night, "I don't like him?"

"Jealousy, mylimasis?" Hannibal asked, a hint of laugher in his voice, "Franklyn is a classic hypochondriac that believes he has major depression. He is lonely and becomes obsessed with anyone who gives him the slightest bit of attention."

"I'm not jealous." Will huffed, earning a raised eyebrow from Hannibal, "Fine, I'm a bit jealous, but no where near as jealous as he was. I could tell he wnated to fight me."

"And yet you continued to stroke the flames by making sure to rub-in the fact you are my date." Hannibal replied

"I'm your murder husband." Will chuckled, "I think I'm entitled to that. But I still want to kill him."

"Tell me, Will, how would you like to do it?" Hannibal asked

Will closed his eyes, imagining the swinging pendulum as his mind brought him to the scene, reciting what he saw, "I wait in the small library loft in your office, sitting between bookshelves as you invite him into his session. He is your last session of the day, something he has done on purpose so he is the last patient in your mind as you return home. He doesn't see me, I don't want him to, he sits in the proper chair and begins to talk to you about some pitiful problem. He doesn't hear me sneak down the ladder and creep towards him, his attention focused solely on you. He render him unconscious and take him from your office and take him to the fountain in the center of the city. This is my design."

****

The following morning, Will was called to examine the body in order to discover whether this was a Ripper kill or not.

Franklyn's body was displayed in a mournful position on a community fountain, his eyes pulled out of their sockets to resemble tears.

His chest had been cut out and his intestines where hanging out like snakes.

Finally, he held his heart in his hands, the blood dripping into the water.

Will closed his eyes, remembering the act of displaying, "This killer is not the Ripper nor are they a copycat. They are honoring the Ripper, they want to show how different Gideon and the Ripper are. This killer was offended by the fact Gideon was believed to be the Ripper. The victim even shares a slight similarity to Gideon, since they probably couldn't get to the fake."

"So this killer is a fan of the Ripper?" Jack asked

Will nodded, "They believe themselves to be the Ripper's biggest fan. As the Ripper continues this sounder, the fan might be engorged into following suit to get the Ripper's attention."

Jack sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, "Great. Two killers to worry about."...