[ Will sat tapping one fingertip on the table, obviously wrestling with a decision. It was whether to throw the two men out the door and save himself a lot of talking, or just getting this over with here and now.
In the end he decided that if he could stand in front of a class of cadets and instruct them day after day, he could talk at Raylan and Malcolm for a few hours.
To bad there wasn't any of that good whiskey left. ]
My father was a good man. [ He said in a fond tone. ] We were dirt poor but he did his best raising me on my own after my mother took off. We may have cornered the market in shopping thrift, but I was never hungry. [ No, couldn't blame his childhood on what was to follow. ]
After obtaining my masters in forensic science at George Washington University, I was recruited by the FBI. I failed the psychological tests for full agent status, but I was kept as an instructor and used as a 'special investigator' from time to time.
Jack Crawford, Agent in Charge of the BAU, liked to borrow me when he had a monster problem he and his team couldn't wrap their heads around. One of Jack's biggest monster was a man known as the Chesapeake Ripper.
[ Thus begins the story. From the moment Jack walked into Will's classroom and asked him to look at the Hobbs case, to the moment on Hannibal's kitchen floor, in a lake of blood.
Will shared every gorey detail, with instructor like precision as if he were talking about another person, rather than himself. His voice was melodic and despite his anti-social nature, it was obvious that he was a good lecturer, never falling into a drone of background noise.
He told the good and the bad, making no effort to spin himself as flawless, guiltless (he'd made mistakes and he owned him) or ever as a victim. ]
Luckily both Alana and I had contacted ERT teams. It was perhaps thirty seconds after Hannibal left the house that emergency personnel arrived. Alana, Jack and I survived. Abigail did not.
Do either of you want coffee?
[ Because Will was moving to stand after what was probably a long time sitting. No promises the coffee was anything other than instant crap but it would be warm and contain caffeine. ]
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In the end he decided that if he could stand in front of a class of cadets and instruct them day after day, he could talk at Raylan and Malcolm for a few hours.
To bad there wasn't any of that good whiskey left. ]
My father was a good man. [ He said in a fond tone. ] We were dirt poor but he did his best raising me on my own after my mother took off. We may have cornered the market in shopping thrift, but I was never hungry. [ No, couldn't blame his childhood on what was to follow. ]
After obtaining my masters in forensic science at George Washington University, I was recruited by the FBI. I failed the psychological tests for full agent status, but I was kept as an instructor and used as a 'special investigator' from time to time.
Jack Crawford, Agent in Charge of the BAU, liked to borrow me when he had a monster problem he and his team couldn't wrap their heads around. One of Jack's biggest monster was a man known as the Chesapeake Ripper.
[ Thus begins the story. From the moment Jack walked into Will's classroom and asked him to look at the Hobbs case, to the moment on Hannibal's kitchen floor, in a lake of blood.
Will shared every gorey detail, with instructor like precision as if he were talking about another person, rather than himself. His voice was melodic and despite his anti-social nature, it was obvious that he was a good lecturer, never falling into a drone of background noise.
He told the good and the bad, making no effort to spin himself as flawless, guiltless (he'd made mistakes and he owned him) or ever as a victim. ]
Luckily both Alana and I had contacted ERT teams. It was perhaps thirty seconds after Hannibal left the house that emergency personnel arrived. Alana, Jack and I survived. Abigail did not.
Do either of you want coffee?
[ Because Will was moving to stand after what was probably a long time sitting. No promises the coffee was anything other than instant crap but it would be warm and contain caffeine. ]