Title: No More Time
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Hannibal Lecter/Will Graham
Fandom: Hannibal
Rating: PG-13
Author's Note: Sequel to "A Bite of the Future."
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.
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"I just need more time, Jack."He was pleading now, begging for that time.
"Time is something we don't have much of, Will." Jack's brow furrowed in a frown as he looked at the younger man. "You know that. We've got to strike quickly."
"But Hannibal hasn't given me anything I can use," Will said, running a hand through his dark curls in a gesture of frustration. "He hasn't actually come out and said that he's the Chesapeake Ripper. And he hasn't admitted to anything that he's done."
"Then we're going to have to find another way to trap him," Jack said firmly, crossing his arms over his chest. "We can't keep playing this cat and mouse game with him."
Will nodded reluctantly, acquiescing to Jack's words.
The other man was right. They couldn't keep going like this, playing for time, waiting for Hannibal to trip up, or to make a move to commit another murder.
He couldn't keep up the civilized dance he was doing with Hannibal, trying to make the other man believe that he was turning into an acolyte, the same kind of conscienceless monster that Hannibal was. Sooner or later, he was going to crack.
He had the feeling that Hannibal was waiting for just that to happen, waiting for him to make one wrong move, take one wrong step. And then it would all be over.
He needed more time to carry this off, more time to trap Hannibal, to back him into a corner. But they were running out of time. There was less of it every day.
They would have to show results if they wanted to keep going down this road, and so far, there weren't any. Things would have to be pushed, come to a head, and there would have to be some kind of confrontation. If there wasn't, then they would have failed.
The problem was that he didn't know how to drag the words he needed out of Hannibal. He couldn't force the other man to confess to what he was.
A serial killer. A cannibal. A murderer with no redeeming qualities.
He'd tried his best to get that confession, to make Hannibal talk about what he was, what he had done. But thus far, it hadn't happened.
All he needed was more time. But time was running out rapidly; Will knew that at best, he only had a few more weeks. Maybe even only a few more days, judging from the look on Jack's face. This had to come to an end, more quickly than he wanted it to.
"We don't have the luxury of time now, Will," Jack told him, his face grim. "If we're going to do this, it has to be done now. As soon as possible."
There was no more time. He had to do something, or go back to square one.
Will nodded, knowing that Jack was right. Their time had run out.
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