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Will never thought his life would get to be this manic. Six months ago, he was in his small home in Wolftrap with his pack of dogs, with Hannibal curled around him all while complaining about said dogs. Now Will was forcing down the nausea that rolled in his stomach as he forced his eyelids to peel themselves off his eyes. The bright florescent light burnt his eyes and made them water, the saltwater rolled down his cheeks and burnt the scrapes that rested on his cheekbones.
As his brain began to reboot, he took a quick mental note of the pain levels in his body. Arms, legs and torso had a dull ache, bruises would probably appear in the next day or two. Breathing was slightly painful, bruising to his ribs had definitely occurred. His hands and feet had begun to tingle due to the tight binds that held him the extremely uncomfortable metal chair. He wiggled his fingers and the metal band on his left ring finger caused a dull ting to echo through the quite room. Rotating his neck slowly, Will held back a grimace as pain shot up into his temples, he concluded that there is a possible chance of a concussion, he would get Hannibal to check. Speaking of his husband, where was he?
Will could clearly see that he was the only person in the slightly claustrophobic room. To his left there was a small window with metal safety mesh melted into the glass, and bars over the window. No escape there. In front of him, but slightly off center was a standard wooden door, the white paint had begun to flake and chip off in large amounts. Aching eyes took in the water stained white paint that coated the walls, in some place’s orange brick was visible. The smell of mildew and copper filled his nose causing him to sneeze.
Will swallowed dryly, his mouth felt like he had been chewing on cotton balls, he would kill for a drink. With no concept of time as it was dark outside, he began to grow restless. He knew that he should figure out a way to escape but his brain wouldn’t work, and the binds were too tight for him to even twist his wrists enough to loosen them. By the time he herd any movement outside the door, he had counted to a hundred, seven times.
A loud thud echoed outside the door and the scrape of metal on metal made his ears ache. The door slammed open, bouncing off the wall behind causing more paint to chip off and fall to the paint covered floor. A tall, slim man entered the room. His face pot marked from pubescent acne. His right eye dropped lower than his left due to the pucker of a scar that rested on the outer corner. The man turned, revealing a balding spot in the dark hair that covered his head. A piano fingered hand pushed the door shut and the man turned.
Will eyed him for a moment, waiting for the man to talk. Of course, Will already knew who this man was, he had already seen his design. Will shifted in the metal chair, his back ached and his arse had begun to grow numb. He watched as the man painstakingly slowly took each of his torture weapons out of the storage draws and placed them onto the top of them. Will grimaced at the old blood that flaked off them. Mutilation was this man’s game, even though he was shockingly bad at it, Hannibal was disgusted when Will told him of this man.
Will sighed and the man looked at him with a raised eyebrow, “Getting impatient Mr. Graham”
“Impatient no. Bored yes”
Said man grinned showing stained crooked teeth and walked over towards Will with a scalpel in hand. He placed it against Wills cheek and said,
“As an agent of the FBI, I didn’t think you could get bored”
Will ran his tongue along his teeth and said, “See, Mr. Davison, that is where you’re wrong. As an FBI agent, I’m always bored. But as the husband of the Chesapeak Ripper, never”
Davison blinked at hearing his name causing Will to grin,“You seem surprised, you’ve heard of him then. So, you know that he finds your design to be disgustingly rude to the craft, and you’re probably wondering how I could have married such a man, very easy actually. He showed me my true self. And I love him dearly. And he will be monumentally fucking pissed that you’ve taken me. You should hope that the FBI find me first”
Will breathed as Davison moved in a swift motion, dragging the scalpel across the skin of his cheek. He could feel the warmth of his own blood rolling down his cheek and staining the collar of Hannibal’s shirt.
“You talk too much” Davison hissed “Your Ripper nor the FBI will find you, well not alive anyway”
Will’s laugh echoed through the room, the motion caused more blood to stream from his wounded cheek, “Oh no, that’s where you’re wrong, the only person that will kill me is Hannibal” Will said almost dreamily.
As the time passed, more bruises and cuts were added to his body. He was now strung up by his wrists, his shoulders ached and pulled with each movement of his body. His writs screamed in agony as the bone ground together as his body rocked. Another lungful of air left Will’s body as another punch landed in his gut. In his head, Will cursed Hannibal and Jack for taking too long. Will had no idea how long he has been gone.
He wanted to sleep, just for a minute. He strained his ears to hear any noise, but nothing, not a sound other than Davison breathing. He wanted Hannibal and his dogs. But what he really wanted was to rip Davison’s throat out with his teeth and bathe in his blood, and have Hannibal fuck him while he was drenched from head to toe. Will closed his eyes for a second, white noise filled his ears, what felt like hours later, he forced his eyes open at the noise that echoed through the room.
Before his eyes could adjust, he knew that Hannibal was there, he could almost smell him. His eyes adjusted and locked on his love. Behind Hannibal’s eyes, Will could see rage burning, causing his eyes to burn red. Will grinned as he looked towards Davison, the man was frozen in fear.
“I told you he would find me”
Will looked back to Hannibal, and with slight irritation he said, “You dear husband, are late.”
Will watched and his husband, rolled his eyes and looked towards his kidnapper,“I don’t have long to play with you Mr. Davison. But you have harmed my Will. How very rude of you”
Jack Crawford stepped out of the black SUV and pulled his jacket tighter around himself. He walked towards the building with his gun drawn. Mist billowed from his mouth and the cold cut into his skin like a blade from a knife. He entered the building and slowly walked to the only door on the bottom floor, taking a breath he put his back to the wall and said,
“Will, you in there?”
There was a muffled grunt and that was all the acknowledgement that he needed, turning he lifted his foot and slammed it into the door. The wood splinted as it hit the wall behind it, Jack blinked at the scene before him.
Will was resting with his back against the wall, blood seeped from multiple wounds on his face and chest. Hannibal was holding an unconscious Davison by the throat, not far from Wills prone body, a single line of blood seeped from Hannibal’s lip, stepping back from the other man, Hannibal let him fall next to Will who didn’t spare the fallen man a glance.
“Jack, I’m sure that you can contain this man without any other issues” Hannibal said, his eyes never leaving Will.
Jack watched as Hannibal knelt in front of Will and said, “Time to go home my love” and pulled the injured man to his feet, placing his jacket around the other’s shoulders.
Will grunted as he lent against his husband, his whole body ached and all he wanted to do was shower and sleep. He breathed in Hannibal’s calming scent and hobbled as the man helped him walk and he muttered under his breath,“How much damage did you do”
“Mr. Davison will not be waking up, for a few days at least”
Will grunted and hissed as the cold air hit his wounds and he remembered that he was mad at Hannibal for being late, so he glared at Hannibal and said,“If you’re ever late like this again, I will cut out your heart, husband”
Said husband smirked and said, “Of course dear”
An hour, and a phone call to Jack later, Will was finally in the comfort of his bed, his wounds were cleaned and bandaged. His ribs were luckily just bruised and not broken. His whole body would probably feel like it had been his by a bus tomorrow, but for now he was content just to lie in his bed and breath in his and Hannibal’s combined scents. Tomorrow he would go to Jack and explain what happened and how he knew it was Davison.
“How did you find me Hannibal”
“I broke into our Dear friends’ home and found that he stupidly bought that abandoned apartment complex, in his own name. I knew that where he would take you.”Will hummed and settled against his husband, he knew he should sleep as tomorrow would be an excruciatingly long day. He murmured as he felt his eyes close,
“He knows you’re the ripper”
“I wonder what he will do with that information, hmm”
Letting out a slight laugh, Will felt himself drift of into a hopefully uninterrupted sleep.