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Title: To Protect and Preserve
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Will Graham/Everett Hobbs (Original Character)
Fandom: Hannibal
Rating: PG-13
Author's Note: Everett's face is Benedict Cumberbatch.
Disclaimer: This is entirely a product of my own imagination, and I make no profit from it. I do not own the lovely Will Graham or Lee Fallon, unfortunately, just borrowing them for a while. Please do not sue.

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How could that idiot of a judge have dismissed their evidence?

Everett was fuming as he walked out of the courtroom; Will had already been taken back to incarceration, and he didn't know if he would see his client again today.

He wanted to scream, to punch the walls until his hands were bloody. It was so obvious that some people in the FBI were utterly determined to use Will as a scapegoat, even when the evidence didn't point to him. They wanted him out of the way, gone, forgotten.

Now that they'd been able to use Will's empathic ability to their advantage, and they'd gotten all they wanted out of him, the FBI simply wanted to get rid of him.

Well, he wasn't going to let that happen, Everett vowed.

Will deserved better than the treatment he'd gotten at the hands of the FBI. He wasn't a toy to be used and then thrown away when they were done with it.

That woman who seemed so intent on not only locking Will up, but giving him the death penalty for a crime he hadn't committed .... Everett's fists clenched when he thought of her. She was bloodthirsty; she was out to see someone die, so she could revel in her own power.

That was what was wrong with these FBI people, Everett thought with disgust. They were so puffed up with their own sense of superiority that they couldn't see past it.

He had hoped that the judge would be impartial and objective, but he was obviously working with the FBI to railroad Will. Everett truly believed that.

How could he help Will, when everyone and everything seemed to be against them? The hope that the judge would see that all of this so-called "evidence" against Will was circumstantial had really been his only hope, and that hadn't gone as he'd wanted it to.

But he couldn't give up, Everett told himself firmly. He couldn't simply turn away and say that this case was unwinnable. He couldn't throw Will to the wolves.

Especially not since he'd started to develop feelings for his client.

That really was something he shouldn't have done, but he hadn't been able to help himself. And he knew that those feelings were growing stronger every day.

Everett almost wanted to groan as he made his way down the front steps of the courthouse. It seemed that his work was at a dead end, that no matter how much he fought, there was nothing he could do for Will. He felt helpless, stymied, at an impasse.

He had to find a way to get Will out of this. He had to. Will's very life could depend on it. And that life was precious to him, in so many ways.

Though at the moment, he didn't know how he was going to protect and preserve that life.

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