Ch.1 slipping out

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Will, buried his features on the palm of his frigid hands. as Jack Crawford, looked at him with a dead-pan expression, removing his emotional involvements to the now visible serial case.

"Jack, It's my fault . . . I-I" Will said, painfully, as he peeked at the pictures of the crimes.

"No it's not Will, but someone is targeting you. We're looking at the possible suspects, right now" Jack said, standing up from his chair, waking past Will, to shut the glass door behind them.

"I want to take this case, Jack you have to let me in. . ." Will said, staring at the older man, tightening his grip on the horrific pictures piled in front of him, on top of Jack's glass table.

"You know I can't, you are a suspect and a victim here, you can't be part of the investigation." Jack uttered, as he blocked Will's view of the pictures.

". . . for now, I have something to discuss with you. If you really want to get back in the game. But you have to agree, with what I have to say. . . I've found you a new psychiatrist that is willing to work with you, he. . . " Jack explained while gesturing, but was immediately cut off by Will's complete retaliation with the idea.

"No! Stop Jack, I don't want to make the same mistake over and over again. I've had enough blood on my hands as is. . . " Will uttered, as he looked at his palms before fisting it close, as images of the crime scenes came to his mind, engraving it detail by detail in his sight and memory.

"You can't work without a shrink. you have no choice, do you want to find the killer or not? This is the only way I can let you in" Jack said bargaining with Will's conscience.

"You owe those people justice, you can't give it to them with out a companion, a shrink . . . That can check up on you, once in a while" Jack added, to Will's obvious discomfort.

But what all the agent said were true factors that played in the mind of Will Graham. he first weighed his priorities thinking of another way, but none came to mind because there is no other choice.

". . . Alright, but you have to make sure he stays alive, at least long enough until i find the killer" Will said, in a hesitantly strained voice.

"Of course" Jack answered, a small smile playing on his lips.

"Wait a moment" he added, before bringing out his cell phone and dialing a number, he spoke whispers to the phone peeking every once in a while at the silent Will.

After a few minutes the call ended. placing the phone to its rightful place, at the right pocket of the agent's jacket. He sat back in his chair with an amused smile making Will cringe, at the possible mischief that it brought.

" . . . If there's nothing else, I have to go" Will said hurriedly picking up his coat, almost sprinting at to the door.

"Not so fast, sit!" Jack ordered, placing his hand on the chair that Will sat on moments ago.

Will reluctantly complied with the order and walked back to the seat, placing his weight on the leather recliner.

A few moments after, a knock at the glass door caught the attention of the duo.

A man peeking from the glass door, wore a white lab coat with a clip board tucked under his left arm.

"Come in" Jack called out, waving to enter.

"A Doctor Hannibal Lector, is waiting outside" The man said, combing his shaggy dark hair with the fingers of his right hand.

"Let him in, thanks Brian" Jack replied, making his smile more mischievous.

Brian left, and went back to the office, with two men following behind him. one wore the same lab coat as the said man, but had a lighter complexion and hair. The third man's face was blocked from the view of the two observing presence.

The three walked inside, that is when the third's appearance was revealed. high cheek bones, with maroon like eyes peering at the two seated men.

His expensive looking three piece suit, accentuated his figure and straight posture. His dirty blonde hair, parted at the side. A true dapper in appearance.

He was in a way breath taking, an image of true symmetry within the body of man, at least that is the roaming thoughts of Will Graham.

The man gracefully walked to Jack, lifting his hand to offer a hand shake.

"A pleasure to meet you again, Agent Crawford" he said in a thick accented voice that sent shivers in Will's spine.

"As do you, Doctor Lecter . . . Thank you for coming in such a short notice. " Jack replied, shaking the hand.

Will's ears perked up, at the sound of the word 'doctor', which made him flinch at the thought of the other victims.

"No worries Agent Crawford, I was happy to oblige with the introductory meeting." Hannibal said in a posh etiquette ridden statement.

"Will, this is doctor Hannibal Lecter a psychiatrist. . . He would be your 'companion' starting from today" Jack said introducing, the two strangers.

Hannibal's eyes fell on the seated Will, and just smiled. Will became more frigid, feeling his cheeks burn, usually he would retaliate and struggle at the idea of another person taking care of him was quite stupid and uncomfortable.

He did feel uncomfortable, but in a different sense. His mind drifted off, staring at the man called 'Hannibal'.

". . . ill . . . Will, are you there?" Jack shook Will back to reality.

"Sorry, i zoned out" he said making Hannibal smirk, making his discomfort worse.

"As I said, do you have any concerns or questions for Doctor Lecter?" Jack asked, looking expectantly at Will.

". . . I work with corpses and murder. where blood could fill a swimming pool, do you think you can handle that?" Will said, waiting patiently for a proper reply.

"I was a former surgeon, so I could at the very least, handle some blood and corpses" he said calmly.

"How good of a surgeon were you, to end up being a psychiatr-" Will was about to finish, but Jack's loud coughing stopped the supposed interview.

The lab coat duo, came to save the situation, with horrific description of the recent murders.

"Have we told you guys about the new development? . . ." Brian uttered loudly, getting everyone's undivided attention.

"The bodies of the victims, had rope burns on their ankles and bruising around all the victims thighs, indicate they were hoisted upside down, and hung for a few hours, before bludgeoning the back of the head creating an indented portion causing a blood clot. after that, the killer silted the mouth open on both sides. . . We have a cause of death, but nothing explains the lack of blood on all the victims" the light haired Jimmy Price said, gesturing the slit.

Will looked intently at the Doctor's reaction, expecting it to be grossed out or scared or even both. but the doctor showed no sign of distress or disgust, just a calm expression resting on his face.

"Why are you not, disgusted or scared from hearing all that?" Will asked, in an interrogative tone, placing an uncomfortable silence once again that swept through the room.

"Dear William, you should fear the living more than the dead" Hannibal said, making a suggestive look that only Will could possibly decipher. but being astonished by the man's features, he did not see the upcoming threat that was leering it head.