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Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter
Tags:Alternate Universe, FBI Agent Will Graham, Alternate Universe - Romance Novel
Summary: Two years after detective Will Graham had an explosive, short-lived affair with a psychiatric consultant lending a hand to the New Orleans Police Department, he's working as an agent for the FBI's Behavioral Analysis Unit in Baltimore. He doesn't expect the trail of a serial killer to lead him straight back into the company of the man who broke down his every wall and then left him without a word.
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Read it here on AO3.
Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter
Tags:Alternate Universe, FBI Agent Will Graham, Alternate Universe - Romance Novel
Summary: Two years after detective Will Graham had an explosive, short-lived affair with a psychiatric consultant lending a hand to the New Orleans Police Department, he's working as an agent for the FBI's Behavioral Analysis Unit in Baltimore. He doesn't expect the trail of a serial killer to lead him straight back into the company of the man who broke down his every wall and then left him without a word.
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“Will,” Dr. Lecter breathed, eyes wide over his bloody mouth. It was a small comfort that he looked just as surprised to find Will standing here before him as Will was, himself. Dr. Lecter’s neatly coiffed hair had fallen into his face and there was a split at the bridge of his nose, another on his lip, already swollen, but beyond his general state of disarray he was the same man who had spent two weeks unravelling Will’s every defense and then abandoned him without a word.
“Dr. Lecter,” Will said, letting every miserable hour of wondering and wanting that had colored his days after Dr. Lecter’s sudden departure leech any warmth from his greeting.
“You two know each other?”
Will blinked. Just for a moment, he had forgotten there was anyone else around, which was exactly the unexpected reaction to Dr. Lecter’s presence that had drawn Will so deeply into his confidences all those years ago. He refused to fall into the same trap again. With some effort, he tore his gaze away from Dr. Lecter’s open, gobsmacked face, and tugged at the lapels of his jacket to give himself something to do with his hands that wasn’t crossing the room and adding another bruise to the collection the good doctor was already nursing.
“We’ve met,” Will confirmed, in a brusque clip.
Read it here on AO3.