William Graham x Reader ~ Past

You were running with a small smile on your face, with two dogs chasing you, barking in happiness. You laughed when Maroon slipped and with a confused expression bumped onto Apple. You stopped and nuzzled to Apple and stroked Maroon's fur. You loved your dogs, they helped you forget and come back to the real world. You were just about to continue your run when you slipped on wet grass. Young Maroon licked your fingers as Apple licked your face multiple times.
"It's okay, I'm not hurt App." You smiled petting the dog. Suddenly Maroon looked at something nearby and barked, Apple reacted the same. They were barking really loud. "Hey, what's wrong?" You turned but didn't see anything. Apple ran after something and you chased her along with the other dog. You stopped when you noticed that she must've smell other dogs. And you noticed that when you were few steps from them and their house. You knew to who belongs this house. A dark haired man with glasses walked outside and when he saw you, his eyes widened.
"(Y/N)? What are you doing here?" He asked quickly coming closer. "I see you adopted dogs on your own." You nodded slightly.
"Yes, two females. This is Apple, and this dummy is Maroon." You smiled when the second one barked happilly and continued chasing her own tail. You laughed silently. "And I see you have even more dogs than you had last time I saw you."
"Yeah, this is Applesauce. Alana gave her to me for the time she'll recover." You raised your eyebrows.
"Recover?" When he didn't reply, you placed hands on your hips and glared at him. "Will! What the hell happened when I was gone?"
"Hannibal was the Chesapaek Ripper. And Hobbs's copycat. I tried to catch him with Jack, we got injured, just like Alana. He killed Abigail. And Beverly." You blinked few times.
"You were hurt? When did this happen? Wait, Abigail and Beverly are... dead? Will, when the hell did this all happen?!"
"Two or three months ago." You had to use your whole will to not hit your own forehead in famous facepalm.
"And you didn't think I would want to hear about this?"
"After what you've been threw? No, not really. Things changed..." He sighed looking at Winston who was whining for you to pet him until you broke. But of course then Apple and Maroon started whining to and you were out of hands. "It was almost a year."
"I have time. And I really want to hear what happened when I was gone." He smiled sadly. "You still make this milk-coffie?" He laughed a little.
"Yes. And you still don't care about a mess in my house?"
"Yup." You showed your teeth in a smile as he invited you to enter his home. Apple and Maroon followed you, happy to have more doggy friends. When dogs were busy playing with each other, you sat on the couch looking at the fire in the chimney. Will gave you a cup with his famous coffie which had more milk than coffie itself. But you loved it. And you were always adding some honey in it to make it more sweet. You sighed and smiled looking at this well known to you mess. You missed this. All of it. "Nothing changed." You spoke up and a second later you felt a (f/c) blanket which Will put on your arms. "Thanks."
"Same with you. It's too cold to walk in clothes like this." You grinned at him. "What?"
"Admit it. You love it, thanks to it you have an excuse to give me this blanket again." He blushed slightly. "Oh my, did I make you blush?"
"I thought you wanted to hear what happened." You nodded. "But first... are you alright? I mean there was a reason why you quit." You sighed heavily. And here it is, the conversation you wanted to avoid.
"I'm fine Will. It happened a year ago. I quit because... I don't think I would be able to look at blood again. Or corpses... not after that." He gave you an apologising look. "I see Winston missed me." You changed the subject stroking dog's fur behind his ear. "What happened to him?" You pointed a dog with few scars on his body.
"One of the killers, he thought he's an animal in human body... and he tried to kill me."
"I swear Will, there was more killers after you than after Obama." You shook your head as he laughed nervously. "You're different Will... what happened?"
"You surely read the paper or watched TV when you were gone."
"Actually I didn't."
"I got arrested. They thought I killed five people. That I'm a serial killer or I'm insane and I killed them and I don't remember it." You blinked and took a deep breath. "And that's the most normal part of the news."
"I don't know if I should ask about other parts."
"If I were you - I wouldn't ask."
"But I'm myself and I do ask." He smiled again.
"Yeah, you're not like the rest, are you (Y/N)?" You shook your head. "Okey, where should I start?"


Flashback ~ 1


"Whoever it is he must be pissed on his victims. They look like they were attacked by a wild animal and a psychopat in the same time." Brian said looking at one of the corpses. Literally - victim's eyeball were in his throat, and his stomach wat cut with something like claws, but far more sharper. Also his throat was cut, though there wasn't much blood on the crime scene - which was victim's house.
"He's not angry he's... calm. Calm about killing, all this" he pointed wounds "was made when he was already dead. This... this is his sculpture, his art." Will sighed not looking at anyone but the corpses. Few steps away four more was lying on the tables.
"Not really, no." Someone said. It was woman's voice. Your voice. "Other person killed them, other wounded them. Here, wound from the small bullet." You pointed a small hole between few bigger wounds. "Single shot, deadly one. Killer was close and didn't enjoy it at all, it's like someone is holding a gun pointed to your head. Whoever wounded them is controlling the killer. Blackmail maybe, maybe he's threating killer's family." Everyone looked at you confused. Except for Dr. Lecter, he was watching you slightly amuzed.
"And who the hell are you?" Price asked holding human's heart.
"Katz, Price, Zeller, Will, Dr. Lecter, this is (Y/N) (Y/L/N) from (your country), (your city), she'll help us with this case." Jack introduced you. You shook everyone's hand. "(Y/N) is a specialist when it comes to murders like this... if you would ever want to murder somebody, ask her." Jack smirked at you as you scoffed annoyed.
"For God's Sake Jack, it was years ago! I'm a good girl now, remember? The one that actually saves lives and don't gets arrested?"
"Well we would never catch you if you wouldn't just enter the station yelling 'i am the killer you morons'." You glared at him, crossing arms on your chest. "And you planned almost a perfect crime."
"Almost is the key word here." You mubled.
"Pardon?" Zeller asked looking at you. "You're a killer?"
"Actually I never killed anyone, not by myself. Just people who wanted to kill came to me, I told them what to do."
"You did kill someone."
"Hey, he was about to blow your station up!" You reminded Jack who laughed slightly. "Anyway, I was 15 back then, I'm 28 now." Someone chocked with air.
"You were 15?" It was Dr. Lecter. "Would you mind having few sessions with me?"
"Sorry, I don't trust anyone with 'Dr.' before their last name." You grinned slightly.
"Anyways, (Y/N), you will mostly work with William Graham, he's probably one of the very few humans who could understand you. Except for Dr. Lecter or Alana Bloom."
"Well then, nice to meet you all." Will smiled a little at you. "Even you Dr. Lecter."
"Please, call me Hannibal." You grinned a little.
"Hannibal-Cannibal." He froze for a moment. "Sorry, probably bad joke considering the fact we're in the morgue." He smiled, but only a little. You hit a touchy subject? It looked like it.



Flashback ~ 2

After two months

"C'mon, c'mon... where is coverage when I need it?!" You hissed walking in darkness. You were hunting the killer, or more the one who was wounding the corpses. He started working on his own when you and Will caught his 'killer' and made sure his family is safe. The murderer, Sculptor, that was the name Freddie gave him on her website. He was pretty pissed at Will, but mostly at you. You told Freddie he isn't brave enough to kill someone on his own and made his work, you wanted him to become careless. And it worked. He left you a note on your wall, he cut it out on the stone. 'Catch me' and number of the warehouse and street where it was. You send Will the picture of it and send it to Jack before you went there on your own. You weren't helpless, you knew how to kill and you weren't scared. You hide the phone and turned off the voice, then pulled out the flashlight and your gun. You were ready to shoot in any moment. And then it happened. Corpses fell on you, you screamed starled and dropped the gun and flashlight. He got you. The killer got you, but he wasn't going to kill you. No, he was about to sent a message to Jack Crawford, Hannibal Lecter and William Graham. A message - stay away. When he finished he called the police and ran away. They never caught him.
"Where is she? I must see her!" Will shouted trying to enter a hospital room you were in but Jack was on his way.
"Listen closely - she's in a huge... shock. Sculptor... he had done horrible things to her. And when I say things I mean burning her skin, cutting her, biting, raping, beating, druging - mostly everything you can imagine. He had her for four days. Be gentle." Will entered the room and looked at you. Your boyd was covered in bruises, scars and wounds covered by bandages. His heart broke when he saw you. Frozen. Like you were an empty doll.
"(Y/N)." You slowly looked up at him. "It's Will... you're safe now, you know that right?" You slowly nodded. "Are you... alright?"
"This is the worst question you could ask right now." Well, you had a point. "'S funny. I always thought I'm strong and nothing will hurt me or make me feel so... scared again. It looks I was terribly wrong." You bit your lower lip. "You caught him?"
"No... he disappeared. No clues when he could be." You gulped. "We think it would be better for you to live with me or Hannibal to time we will-"
"No." You cut him off. "I-I think I... I will leave the town for some time. Maybe I'll come back to my family house." Will gave you a surprised look. He wanted to comfort you by touching your hand but you quickly moved away. "Don't!" You cried before you could bite your tongue. It hurt him.
"(Y/N), I would never hurt you... You're safe with me, you know that right?" You slowly nodded, shaking. He gently kissed your forehead. "I love you, (Y/N)." You didn't reply.

Will was sleeping on the armchair when Alana Bloom entered. Jack asked her to make sure if you're stable. You were talking for few minutes when Will woke up, he didn't open his eyes, listening to your conversation with Alana.
"Why you react for touch in that way? Like when Will kisses you or touches you?" For a moment you didn't respond. "(Y/N)?"
"B-Because... everytime I look at him... or any man... all I see is him."

After that you left the town for almost a year. And now you were back, sitting on his couch again. You just couldn't believe it, so many things happened since you left! And now you felt like a jerk, a coward who ran away in the moment you got hurt a bit. Will survived so much more... he could've died for God's Sake! And Lecter, you considered him as a friend-like person, and now it seems he's a true cannibal... and a criminal, and jackass. You scoffed and looked at your hot (now cold) coffie. He laughed nervously.
"What?" You asked confused.
"Your face. You looked like this coffie just killed your dog." You stared at the cup again. Well... it kinda looked like enemy. Milk was in a shape of something evil... tentacles? Or something like that. "I missed you." He suddenly said. You blinked confused but quickly smiled.
"I missed you too." You admitted placing a cup on a table. He was sitting next to you, looking at you with these dark eyes of his. "C'mon, don't do that!" You whined covering your eyes.
"Do what? What did I do?"
"These puppy eyes! I feel like a villan for leaving now!" You cried dramatically. "But seriously Will... I  feel bad that I left. I-I... I feel like a coward now. Maybe if I stayed I could help you... help Alana or Abigail! And now... now one of them is dead and other is in a hospital..." You looked down, your cheeks burning from shame. "You lost a child and I wasn't there to support you... or his mother. I am an awful person, aren't I? I mean really, ex-criminal and now this..." You expected him to agree with you, but he did something else. He kissed you. He was shy and nervously grabbed your chin but when your lips touched themselves, the old Will came back. You didn't pull away. You kissed him back, embracing his neck with your arms.
"(Y/N) you are the best woman I've ever met. I-I love you." He said nervously. You smiled sadly.
"And I love you."