Hello fellow fannibals!

Ok first of all, as a warning, I'll never written anything thing other and lab reports and essays. I love Hannibal, and the tension between Will and Hannibal is so….*fangirl scream*

This is only the first chapter. To give you an idea of what is to follow. Hannibal wants to continue shaping Will, but now with Ash being back, Will is gaining strength. And Hannibal must do something to stop it. But what?

To place where this is happening in the shows time line, this is after Will wakes up and before he learns about Georgia being at the same hospital. I'll to take liberties and diverge from the series for my story to work so please understand.

There will be death, and some *cough* Will/Hannibal soon.

Also I don't own the show Hannibal on NBC; this is just a fangirl story.

Will wakes in an unfamiliar bed. He didn't lose time or black out, but finally accepted the fever's heat, after he shot Garret Jacob Hobbs.

Was it Garret Jacob Hobbs, Will thought. Maybe it was because his fever had finally fractured, in his renewed clarity, he knew that Garret Jacob Hobbs was dead and he couldn't have shot a dead man, but then who was it or was there even a man there to begin with.

"God I'm really losing it." Will whispers to himself. Thinking he was alone in what he presumed was the hospital, by the beeping of the machines and the clicking of nurses heels in the hallway. But he wasn't alone.

"What?" Said an old and familiar voice.

A wave of excitement overwhelms him. Will's eyes shot open meeting his sisters same blue/grey eyes who was standing beside his hospital bed.

"Ash…Why are you here? It's been too long."

Will tries to sit up, but the Ivs, blankets, and his own body's weight keeping him from giving his sister a hug that he craved more than anything. Like touching an untainted memory, to bring him back, which she had done many times before when he worked as a field agent.

"Well…I got a call from the hospital three in the morning three days ago, telling me that my brother is running a fever of 106. What the hell is going on Will!"

Will could sense the protective rage radiating from her, an honest loving reaction. She has always been easy to read, an open book. It felt refreshing. Will has opened up to Hannibal, but he never felt completely at ease during their conversations. With her, he knew that she loved him and cared for him, that he didn't have to worry about "professional curiosity."

"I've been working on cases…I just got…" Before he could complete his sentence she interrupts him.

"Cases…Will, you know what happens when you look. You lose yourself. You can't handle it, and you know this. You barely survived being a field agent. And I heard that you shot someone too."

Straightforward, refreshing Will thought. Why haven't I called her sooner?

"I wanted to save," remembering the blood and horror of every case and the faces of the dead, and then Garret Jacob Hobbs. The man he shot filling his vision, his sister fading into the darkness which was outlining Garret Jacob Hobbs. Feeling himself fading becoming again Garret Jacob Hobbs, losing….

Sensing the instability in her brother's mind, Ash places her hands on his shoulders, leaning in front of him, touching forehead to forehead "You're my brother, not a murderer. Who are you?"

As she spoke Will's head swarmed with pictures and thoughts of their shared childhood, their father, the dogs, Wolf Trap, school, everything that linked them together. No matter how many murder's minds he enters. A piece of him will remain unchanged, Ash his sister and the memories they shared. Casing out Garret Jacob Hobbs.

Will coming back to the present moment, "Your brother, who wants to save lives,"

Letting go of her brothers shoulders and gives him a hug, the physical contact that he has been carving for when he awoke. She could feel the weight loss, the bones poking through his thin skin. Making her hug him tighter then every before.

Will being unable to hug her back, because his arms were unable to free themselves from the hospital blankets; leaving to only be able to rub his head on her neck, "I've missed you so much…I," The lump that was forming in his throat stopping him from finishing.

"I know I missed you too Will." Hugging him even tighter, squeezing the tears from his eyes. "I missed you so much."

They both heard the click of the door opening as Hannibal and Jack Crawford enter the room.

Standing up as to block their view of Will's face Ash wiped the tears off his face. But this act of compassion was not unseen by Hannibal, who could smell Will's emotional l release within those tears.

Hannibal was first to speak, looking at Will in his hospital bed with a small smile looking at up at the woman standing next tohim, "Will you're awake. It's good to see you in a good mood."

Jack looking at the loving scene before him, happily surprise to see her, "That's Will's sister Ashley."

Looking up to met the eyes of Hannibal and Jack, "Please call me Ash. And I'm Will's half sister."

Hannibal could only stare at her. Unable to speak. Will has never inform him of a sister, Hannibal thought as he drunk her in. She had same brown wavy hair, but it flowed down to her hips. And her eyes, the window to the soul were the same as Will's. But her soul, her being was different than Wills. Stronger, not weaken by disease or his influence. She had a lithe body frame, like Will and the same style of clothing, of simply jeans and a light blue T-shirt which was a bit baggy for her. But her skin glowed with green and gold undertones, while Will was just pale. Her heart shaped face contrasting her bothers rectangle frame. No makeup, no perfume, simply and clean like Will but different.

"How long have I been in the hospital? Did you catch Gideon?"

Looking down, not wanting to see the pained expression on Will's face. But before he could tell Will, that he himself killed Gideon, Hannibal stepped in, "You shot him Will saving Alana's life. What is the last thing you remember?"

I shot him? The Garret Jacob Hobbs that I saw that night in front of Alana's house was Gideon, Will thought. The panic and disgust growing within him, knowing he'll have to tell Jack of his hallucination that it wasn't Gideon he shot but what he thought was Garret Jacob Hobbs.

"Jack could I speak with you for a moment, while Will composes his thoughts, He just woke up." Saving Will a couple of moments for to think about what happened was all she could do for him, and to give herself the satisfaction of giving Jack a piece of her mind.

Hannibal smelled her as she walked past him. Smelling of soap, woman, and the same light sweeten and she and both Will shared which Hannibal had always thought was from the disease.

Alone with Will, Hannibal could already see his work being undone. Even with the disease consuming Will's sanity. Will had become stronger, realizing who he is.

"I saw Garret Jacob Hobbs," clearing his throat, looking up to face Hannibal his friend, "but I know now that this is impossible."

His master piece tarnishing, "That's great Will." He never felt so close to losing it. It was that woman's undoing.

Finally free from the hospital blankets, allowing him to stretch his sore arms, "I can't believe I was asleep for three days."

Will could feel a change in Hannibal, subtle, but it was there. Similar to the feeling of being watched, just which direction?

"Yes Will. Your fever seems to finally lift, but you'll have to stay in the hospital for a couple for days for further testing", Hannibal walking next to Will, placing his hand on Will's forehead, "Yes, you feel fine."

In the Hallway:

Ash staring at the man who allowed her brother back in the field, "How could you! You know what this does to him Jack. He isn't a tool for you to use. He shot three people Jack, three people!" Ash could feel herself losing control, her voice breaking as her rage build, "Even when he was a field agent, he never shot anyone, and now!"

Jack stunned, the young sweet girl, who would make him cupcakes when he came over to work on cases together with Will at Wolf Trap now an adult yelling at him, full of anger.

"He agreed."

Letting herself go, stepping closer to Jack "Of course he would agree, he's a good man. And you knew this. You knew this!" Slamming her fist on wall between the hallway and Will's room, "I want you gone. No more cases, he belongs in a class room, safe, sane, not your tool."

Knowing he wouldn't be able to get past her, "Fine, but it's his choose. It was good to see you Ash. Will is lucky to have you." Turning around, walking to the exit, "Bye Ash."

Taking in a few deep breaths, trying to gain some composure before going back into to Will's room watching Jack leave, feeling a bit guilty yelling at him. She knew she'll have to call him to apologize soon. She felt so tried, haven't slept in two days. Talking to doctors, going to their old house to take care of the dogs, calling and emailing work, she felt like she could just fall asleep any moment.

Opening the door, looking at Will, ignoring the man between them, "Jack left, work related I guess." A lie but she didn't want him to see her as tried and angry, but safe, someone he can rely on.

Before she could go back to Will's side, where she belonged the man between them extended his hand to her. "Hello, I'm Hannibal Lecter, Will's friend and therapist."

By reflex her hand was coming too met Hannibal's hand, but stopped mid way when she heard the word: therapist. "Therapist."

Will, could feel the change in his sister, her soft face, now in a grimace, and her body tensing up, "It's ok Ash, and I know he's a therapist but he's ok. Hannibal has been helping me."

"Helping, Will look at where you are. You shot a hallucination just three days ago, that just happened to be a killer. What if it was me, or" facing Hannibal, noting the honey brown eyes, and red specks, like blood spatter, "friend?"

Hannibal moving back to Will's side, "I'm sorry. I'm sure you must have been shocked when you heard about Will's condition. Will have been under an enormous stress and..."

"Yes, I know, well I just found out. Will, you should have called."Going the opposite side from the therapist, disliking him being so close to her brother, grabbing her brother shoulder looking him in the eye, "You're not fine Will, I can see it. I want you to stop working cases. You need to be home with our dogs."

Hannibal looking at the woman, who is single handing destroying his work, seeing a bull he must kill to truly have Will, "Yes, Will is unstable, but I can guarantee you", squeezing Will's shoulder keeping eye contact with her, "he would be completely lost without me."