Folie à Trois: a Will X Hannibal

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Narrator's POV

A few more weeks passed, the totem pole murders were solved and Georgia Madchen was put in the hospital.

Margot, who was hiding her pregnancy from her brother via a horse tournament in Texas, was still yet to go into labor.

For now, family life for the Lecter-Grahams was same as usual.

***

Bevearly Katz woke up with a start, turning her head and facing her alarm clock which read '1:26AM'.

She remembered something weird, a past life yet she was still herself.

Will Graham had been put in the nuthouse, but he hadn't, and she remembered him having her investigate Hannibal Lecter for being the Chesapeake Ripper.

And then the physiatrist had...

"Oh God." Bev muttered, sitting up, "That bastard killed me."

Opening her bedside drawer, she pulled out her F.B.I. issued gun, a Sig Sauer P226, and gets dressed.

Dressed in a black t-shirt, red leather jacket, black tights and boots, Bev tied her long black hair in a ponytail and grabbed her keys, heading to her car.

***

Like a spy or assassin, Bev drove to Baltimore and eventually found her way to Lecter's house.

Jumping the fence to the backyard door, she began to jam her arm through the dog-door until due reached the doorknob and unlocked the door.

Silently moving through the house, Bev found herself in the kitchen where Hannibal Lecter was preparing a baby bottle.

That's not what got her attention though, no what shocked her was the baby in his arms that he was softly singing in other language to.

The woman was making eye contact with the baby while the man was faced away from her.

Before he put the rubber nipple on the bottle, Beverly watched in horror as the killer pricked his finger and put a few drops into the bottle before sealing it.

As he gently pressed the bottle against the baby's lips, Hannibal spoke at last, "It's very rude to break into someone's home, Ms. Katz."

The ash blond man turned to face her, but then moved his head to kiss the suckling baby's forehead, "Why have you graced us with your company at such a late hour?"

"I remember what you did to me, your crazy bitch." Bev answered, pointing her gun at him

Hannibal tsked, hearing footsteps walking above them: Will was awake.

How unfortunate, he had hoped to let his husband sleep through the night when he had gotten up to tend to their youngest daughter.

Placing the baby safely in the dry sink for the time being, Hannibal grabbed knives from their block and threw them at the crime scene investigator.

As the knives cut her arms, she yelped in pain and dropped her gun.

Hannibal kept over the island, grabbing another knife as he slid along the marble and tackling her.

Bev tried her hardest to defend herself, kicking and clawing at him.

Kicking him in the groin, she managed to gain enough time to crawl out from under him and begin her escape.

Before she could stand, Hannibal stuck the knife into her foot, cutting the limb in half.

The Asian woman didn't notice as the brunette silently entered the room and picked up the baby, also picking her her bottle and resuming her feeding.

Bev tried to get up but her split-foot just brought her back down.

As she crab-walked away she saw the empath, "WILL, HELP!"

The male made no move to assist her, just watching as Hannibal got closer to her.

"HE'S THE CHESAPEAKE RIPPER!" Beverly screamed, desperately crab-walking away from Hannibal

"I know." Will calmly replied, still feeding the baby

Beverly blinked, momentarily pausing, "What? You knew? You knew and did nothing?!"

Will gave a smirk, "Who do you think the Ripper's Fan is?"

"N-No, you couldn't-" Bev stammered, her eyes widening even more as she was cornered

The brunette shrugged, setting down the empty bottle, "If you can't beat 'em, join 'em."

***

In the morning, Abigail yawned as she sat at the table.
She still didn't know what had happened last night, all she remembered was when Will had woken her and told her to don a black wig and red leather jacket and drive a car to the woods.

It had been a long walk home and far too little sleep but she didn't mind.

Like every morning, Hannibal presented his family with a pretentiously fancy breakfast containing at least one meat component and they all sat to eat.

It was actually slightly humorous to see Hannibal's aesthetically pleasing dining room perfectly decorated and then have a cartoon puppy high chair break the immersion.

Unlike her family, Mischa simply watched her family eat since she had already had her morning bottle while the last of breakfast had been made.

After the meal, Abigail broke the silence, "What happened?"

She didn't need to elaborate, her adoptive fathers knew what she meant.

Will answered, "Someone else remembered."

The nineteen year told nodded, "Oh, how?"

"We don't know, we don't know why her and why now or anything." Will replied

"I have a theory." Hannibal said, "If I remember correctly, last night in the former timeline I killed her."

"And?" Will asked, knowing there was more

"My current belief regarding our 'do over' is that we all died in our old timeline and woke up the day our lives permanently changed. For us, mylimasis, we died when you pulled us off the cliff and woke up the day we met. For Abigail, she woke up on her last day with her birth family. If anyone else will remember they most likely haven't arrived to that important date yet."

Will agreed, that made sense, "Them we should leave before Jack or others at the F.B.I. remember."

"Not yet, lets invite our enemies together first. We'd love to have them for dinner before we go." Hannibal replied...