Folie à Trois: a Will X Hannibal

Florence...

Narrator's POV

By the end of the week, Dr. Roman Fell and his husband, Lyall, were living in a wealthy part of Florence with their three children —Tea, Anastasia and Pascal— and two dogs —Duke and Knight.

It was gossip among the upper class in town that Lyall Fell used to be Lydia Fell and had just finished transitioning.

Of course, no one would ever mention any of that gossip to the couple's face.

***

Will Graham-Lecter yawned as he stood on the balcony of their home in Florence, his red silk robe so loosely on it barely provided any modesty —all of the hickeys and love bites on his body available to see.

He looked on into the distance at the Arno River, the golden rays of the sun illuminating him wonderfully.

It had been a year since they had escaped the F.B.I.; a year since that blessedly sinful dinner party.

And in that time, life had been relatively dull.

Both he and his husband had agreed that it was for the best they didn't draw attention to themselves and their crimes, that they couldn't engorge themselves on their designs on any murders they committed within Italy.

Though, that didn't stop them when they left Italy, just how a week ago they had a little vacation at the Vatican and killed a rather rude tourist that had harassed them over their sexuality.

No one had found the body displayed on the alter for around an hour after they had left; they had watched the discovery on the news on their flight back to Florence.

The F.B.I. was not called to the scene, but rather the Agenzia Informazioni e Sicurezza Esterna had been called in.

No one had made the connection between the Chesapeake Ripper and Il Mostro di Firenze being one and the same.

His phone buzzed, bearing a text message from Chiyoh —who had also regained her memory and killed her tenant a few months ago.

Opening it, he saw a picture of Jack Crawford walking out of an airport presumably in town.

Writing back, Will asked, "Have you informed H yet?"

All he got back was a simple "Yes."

Putting his phone back in his robe pocket, Will went back into the master bedroom and down to the kitchen where he saw the usual sight of Hannibal preparing breakfast, Abigail typing schoolwork on her laptop.

Knowing the daily routine, Will knew his youngest children were still asleep in their nursery, he sat at the breakfast counter.

"Did you get Chiyoh's message, dear Will?" Hannibal asked, not yet facing him

"I did." Will confirmed, "Jack's arrival is suspicious."

"Indeed." Hannibal agreed, "It seems our loose ends wished to be cut off."

"I think he will be bringing back-up to get us this time, especially if he remembers." Will added

The Lithuanian man disagreed, "I don't think he does, I am using the same alias I did in our previous timeline, if he knew he would have arrived long ago. Our hunt last week was rather messy."

Will agreed, "I suppose our life in Italy is over after we snip our final loose end."

"At least I got to show you Florence this time around." Hannibal comforted, presenting Will with a cup of coffee exactly the way his husband liked it

"Where would we be going next?" Abigail asked, looking up from her laptop

Will looked to his husband, curious about that as well.

"Anywhere you would like to go." Hannibal replied, "Though I would suggest staying within Europe, Latin America, Russia, or Japan as I can speak the languages there."

The brunet rolled his blue eyes, Hannibal said that as if that was a tiny list and not half the world.

"I'd like to go to France." Abigail commented

Hannibal hummed a bit in approval, "Paris is beautiful this time of the year."

"Sounds good to me." Will agreed, opening the door to let the dogs out onto their private backyard

***

Jack Crawford cursed as he left the airport with an overpriced, tasteless coffee in his hands as he flagged down a taxi.

His wife, Bella, had succumbed to her cancer just two months ago and he had received a condolence card from "The Lecter-Graham's" which had infuriated him enough to resume his search for him.

It was extremely difficult, Dr. Lecter was hiding his family and himself well, but Jack had finally tracked him down.

Unfortunately, he had also been let go from the F.B.I. —having two notorious serial killers hiding right under your nose did that— so he had no resources besides what he personally had.

Unaware he was being watched, the American man then got into his taxi and was taken to his hotel.

***

A few days passed and Jack was exhausted.

He had spent days visiting places he thought Hannibal would frequent: operas, museums, gourmet grocery stores, etcera.

Jack had focused on finding Hannibal Lecter, Will Graham and/or Abigail Hobbs.

But there had been no sign of them anywhere.

Entering his hotel, he walked straight to the elevator, seeing two people already inside —one reading a newspaper that covered his face and the other looking down at a phone.

Not thinking much of it, Jack got in as well, standing by the door to give them space.

Once the door closed, the man who had been on the phone —because he was closest to the buttons— asked, "Goin' up?"

Jack's eyes widened as he recognized that slight Louisiana accent, seeing Will Graham standing beside him.

He heard the sound of the newspaper hitting the elevator floor, knowing Hannibal was behind him...