This is my first fanfic story. I hope you will like it, and please excuse my mistakes, English is not my mother tongue.

Will opened his eyes laying in his bed, but he didn´t get up immediately. It was still dark outside, so it was early for getting up for the work. His thoughts flowed, he thought about his lectures, his still sleeping dogs, his work for Jack… it was very hard for him to make himself watch again and again. He seriously started struggling it some time ago, he felt he was losing himself. And that was the moment Jack introduced him to Hannibal Lecter. The first impression of the psychiatrist was not well, Will remembered being angry, because he doesn´t like to be psychoanalyzed. He remembered speaking it eventually aloud, which by all means must have offended the older man as he has a rare sense of politeness, Will gave a laugh for himself. Since that little introduction they have started their regular meetings at Hannibal´s office. Will hadn´t been very happy with that arrangement, but eventually he started enjoying their talking. For an indifferent person Hannibal could seem a very interesting man because of his many hobbies and deep knowledge, but for Will there was something more. Something on which he couldn´t lay his hands first, however by his empathy he immediately felt there was some kind of dark undertones in him which attracted Will. It was a weird feeling initially, but after a few of their sessions he felt a strange closeness to him. He saw Hannibal´s sincere interest in him even though he didn´t express it in words. On the contrary, his words always intended to be a puzzle, but for Will it took hardly any effort to see through them up to the very meaning of them. Will have played with him his word and mind games just for the pleasure of unusual dialogs. Their verbal exchanges were so different from anything he ever has had with anybody else. Slowly his work with academia and occasional work for Jack have stepped aside and his weekly meetings with Hannibal filled the central position of his time. He was looking forward to them, curious about which topic the psychiatrist chooses for them to discuss.

Today was the day of their regular session. Will have to teach two lectures, drop by the Behavioural department and at 17:30 he will be rewarded for his long boring week aby one hour of meaningful conversation. Except for his students, who he doesn´t address directly, his colleagues of the Bureau, who he unfortunately has to address directly, and some unavoidable word exchanges during shopping, Will has not much other social contacts. Until recently he has been completely happy with his dogs, long walks in nature and fishing. Hannibal was the first person with whom he feels desire to continue in socializing. Eventually there was hight time for him to stop contemplating, get up and start his morning routine, if he doesn´t want to be late.

Will parked his car in front of the Hannibal´s office, killed the engine and looked at the lighted windows. Stress from his all working day has disappeared, and he felt he could breathe lightly in the end. He was sitting only few minutes in the waiting room when the office door opened and Hannibal´s tall figure emerged. He smiled on Will and with a hand he invited him in. Will took place in his armchair – yes, he has considered this chair as his own for a while already – and looked in the expecting eyes of the psychiatrist.

"How was your week, Will. Any new cases?" Hannibal asked.

"Luckily for me there are not any, only the old one - the suicide," he replayed, and Hannibal gave him his subtle half smile.

He contemplated the matter for a brief moment, and then he slowly said: "It is a rather peculiar matter, to take your own life. It could be an end of some unresolvable issues, or it could be a new beginning."

Will had raised his brows at first, and then gave it a thought. "If by the ending your life you mean that you evolve to the next level of your higher self, then maybe, yes it could be considered as a new beginning." Will looked straight into Hannibal´s eyes. He returned the gaze, unspoken question on his lips. They look at each other, waiting for the one´s other reaction and the silence prolonged. A thought how his psychiatrist´s face is shaped popped out in Will´s mind. He has never paid attention to his sharp shaped jaws and tiny lips. On the other hand, his silver-blonde hair was a constant object of his curiosity, he wondered how it is possible having one´s hair so neat all the time regardless a daytime or a situation he occurred himself in. He remembered seeing Hannibal´s hair ruffled only once, after the attack of Tobias Budge. He was not only ruffled but injured as well. His face was scratched, and shock filled his eyes. He was clearly shattered. What a change compared to now. But at that moment Will felt the strange closeness to the older man for the first time. Sitting on his table, looking at him hunched on an armchair, he felt the urge to comfort him, to touch him, to smooth his hair by his hand and to continue to his perfect cheek…

Hannibal´s voice suddenly distracted him from his thoughts: "I have an interesting book on this topic," Hannibal stood up and pass sitting Will on a way to his book shelfs. He immediately has sensed the psychiatrist´s expensive cologne. Will stood up from the armchair as well and followed him to the books, where it was up to Hannibal this time to smell Will´s cheap aftershave, which he once called unfortunate, but what he really meant by this was awful. Nevertheless, after the time the two of them have spent together, his unusual sensitive nose got used to it, and recently to his own surprise he found out that he can´t imagine Will without this particular smell anymore.

Hannibal pulled out a thick leather book on which was written by golden letter "On Suicide. By T. G. Masaryk." He showed Will the title and said: "It is a first translated edition of a study of the subject of our conversation by a Czechoslovak philosopher. He claims that modern people more incline to commit a suicide because of the general loss of believe in God and consequential loss of moral indicators."

Will looked up from the book to Hannibal´s eyes. The brown of them were shining and his look was intense again. Will felt a little dizzy from the nearness of the older man´s presence which sometimes were quite overwhelming for him. His heart started beating and as the straight connection of their looks continued, he feels a little uneased.

"There are some pictures, do you want to see?" Hannibal continued.

"Yes, of course," said Will absentmindedly and stretched out his hand after the book and slightly smooth Hannibal´s hand by his fingers. It was as if electricity got through him. Will wasn´t sure if he hadn´t just fancied it. The touch let him in a sense of strange feeling of excitement. He lowered his gaze. What was with him today?

On his way home Will was thinking about their unexpected brief touch. He was really surprised by his own reaction and even more confused. He really enjoys the older man´s company, but this was something different. One thing is thinking about it, but he has never considered realizing it. Until now. The gesture was unintended, of course, but it raised a guilty feeling in him because of his thoughts earlier. Even so, a tiny thought pooped up in his mind, what if he had extended the touch, how it would feel? He immediately waved it out annoyed by his stupid idea.