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Title: Drawing A Blank
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Hannibal Lecter/Will Graham
Fandom: Hannibal
Rating: PG-13
Table: 20 in 20 Challenge, tv_universe
Prompt: 19, Work
Disclaimer: This is entirely a product of my own imagination, and I make no profit from it. I do not own the lovely Hannibal Lecter or Will Graham, unfortunately, just borrowing them for a while. Please do not sue.


There were times when he really hated his work.

Will got to his feet, not wanting to look down at the body in front of him. He didn't want to get into this killer's mind, didn't want to remind himself that all of the men who were being murdered resembled him. He wanted to forget that fact, push it out of his mind.

But he couldn't. The horror of that fact stayed with him; he couldn't simply press a key and delete it, have the screen of his mind go blank.

No, that would be far too easy.

He turned away, walking out of the room. He'd already done what he had to do, already been through all of the rigmarole of getting into the killer's mind. At least, he had tried. He always seemed to run into a brick wall in this case; he could get only so far, and no further.

It was almost as though the killer was going out of the way to shut him out.

That wasn't really surprising, as it was obvious that the killer didn't want to be discovered. But he'd never been so thoroughly locked out of anyone's mind before.

No killer had ever been able to do this, to shield himself so completely. It was as though his mind had been completely blank when he was killing these men.

No, he didn't believe that. The killer simply wanted to hide himself completely.

And the best way for him to hide was to clear his mind during the killings, so that Will could get nothing from them. It was proving to be a very effective strategy; he could get nothing from he crime scenes, no matter how hard he tried. He kept drawing a blank.

Will was sure that he'd never been so frustrated in his life.

This was what he hated the most about his work, he reflected as he slowly pulled off the latex gloves he'd been wearing. Not being able to do it properly.

Somehow, he had to find a way into the mind of this killer. If he could find even one crack in the veneer that he could slide through, that would do it. Then he would be able to start figuring out exactly what this guy's agenda was -- hopefully before anyone else died.

Before the killer managed to paint him into a very dangerous corner.