Inquires of The Truth

The Stag sagged in relief as the sent of his mate grew stronger and more recent. Slick gushed out from him as he whined, huffed and bellowed. The dog pack, even those that had been with Will the longest had scampered up the stairs in equal parts fear and the need to give the two privacy. Just as Hannibal entered the house, Dawn came forcing both parties to contort and fold in on themselves as the feathers fell around the two leading to a shivering Will in his nest, and near-naked Hannibal at the door. 

Grabbing one of Will's robes from a chair Hannibal tossed it around his own body before grabbing a t-shirt from a drawer and handing it to Will, who grumbled at him," sho...shouldv'e stayed put."

"I had an appointment..." Was all that was said back. Will growled at that as he shimmed the shirt on then hissed," Get out." 

"Willam." 

"I said get out, Hannibal... and you better hope that whatever gift you brought earlier, can make up for this. Because if not, it'll take more than even you can do to," Will warned as he glared at the older Ravenstag. Hannibal stared before he nodded and left. It was with dubest respect that he did so.

Will sighed as he lectured over sexual assaults, Stiles was sitting behind him grading a previous assessment when they both picked up the sound of Crawford's heavy and angry footsteps. Such sound made Stiles glare at the door just as Crawford stormed in the room shouting," Ok, class dismissed. Everyone Out!" 

Everyone but Stiles and few stragglers left. Crawford glared at the druid and hissed," What did I just say?! Let's go!"

"You're making it difficult to provide an education, Agent Crawford. Not sure how the board would like that, best if I stay don't you think?" Stiles asked as he piled up the papers. Crawford frowned then set on ignoring the boy's presence like he normally did( which, of course, would be deturmetel to the man's career in the near future). 

"We found a match to a set of prints we pulled from the turner home. They belong to a thirteen-year-old boy from Reston, Virginia. His name is Connor Frist." 

Stiles frowned as Will asked," Another kid?"

"Another missing kid. Vanished ten months ago, case was never solved."

"Is there three kids in the Frist family?" Stiles asked. Crawford turned to him and asked," How did you know?"

"You wouldn't be here if there wasn't. It sounds to me that the BAU missed a case that might have saved them trouble here. It's a pattern... if you look for more missing kids, within that ten-month interval, you'll find that I am correct. Right now, we have a coincidence. You get one more, you'll have a pattern," Stiles stated calmly before Crawford turned his attention back to Will and said," We're ready to go when you are and you're ready to go now. So let's go."

"You're expecting a crime scene..." Will stated. 

"Yes, I am."

Stiles couldn't look at the burned husk of Conner Frisk. He kept seeing the images of the Hale fire, of the pack in those places, and of little Isabella and Rays in the boy's place. He shivered as he stared at the ceiling and Crawford noted," Mr Frist and the children where killed first, saving Mrs Frist for last. Same as the turners." 

"Not quite, Something went wrong," Stiles muttered to the ceiling. Bev and Will shared a concerned glance as the former said," Not a single present under the tree for Mrs Frist." 

"He took her presents, he took her motherhood," Will agreed as Brian examined Mrs Frisk's body," Shooting her once wasn't enough. The first bullet, travels beneath her scalp..." he motioned behind to the base of her neck as he finished," to its final resting place at the base of her neck. But it didn't kill her." 

"Hydrostatic shock of shell hitting skull would have caused brain damage," Bev added. Will frowned as he saw through his mind's eye what happened and stated," Her body went into convulsions." 

Brian nodded," So someone shot her again. Put her out of her misery, but it was a differnt gun." 

Crawford frowned," So who is our additionl corpse in the fireplace?" 

"Conner Frist. He'd been prepped to shoot his mother, not watch her suffer. He couldn't put his panic down, so he got shot then tossed into the fire to be burned," Stiles stated slowly before glaring at Crawford as Will said," Whoever shot him... disowned him." 

Stiles stormed out hissing," Look farther back, at the ballistic. It wasn't just these boys... there's a fourth then some puppeteer... there's always a puppeteer." 

Jimmy looked at Will and asked," Is he alright?"

"Most of his finance's family was killed in a fire some years ago. The curlpet wasn't caught untill two years ago." 

Jimmy nodded as Brian said," We'll start running those ballistics... how far back do you think?"

"no farther than a year to start with," Will said before sighing," And Stiles is right, this one won't be our Peter Pan." 

An hour later Bev walked into Will's classroom as Stiles was explaining," Both of these kids are small and underweight for their age. Nearly like I was, there has to be a connection... I was thinking possible ADHD diagnosis for both boys." 

Will nodded," Ritalin, Focalin, and any medication containing Methylphenidate can affect appetite and slow long-term growth in kids."

Bev smiled and said," You two doing alright?"

Stiles hummed," I'm better... Ballistics came back?"

"Yeah, Price got a hit. The bullet that put Mrs Frist out of her misery matches three used in a murder in Bangor, Main a year ago. Mother of a thirteen-year-old boy, The father and two siblings, all killed by a shot to the head." 

Stiles nodded," Any sign of the characteristics of a sadist or sociopath in his background."

"No."

"We found our first Lost boy." 

Hannibal's Office, That evening.

Tenebris sat with Abigail in the borrowed office that Hannibal was lending her and asked," How do you feel about staying with Doctor Lector tonight?"

"I'm not afraid if that's what you're asking."

"I wasn't asking that. But considering, when the weekend comes, you'll be spending it with Mr Graham."

"How did you get the court to agree to that anyway?" Abigail asked. Tenebris smiled," I simply stated that as a way to cope, you might be able to learn how to fish from him."

"And they agreed to that?" She asked. With a hum, Tenebris stated," It wasn't easy, but yes." 

"why?"

"Will has a much more safer way of providing the necessary food for a ravenstag. While Hannibal has been doing it longer, much longer than Will. Will as a more sufficient way of hiding his pray." 

"How so?"

"He's friends with other cannibalistic beings and quite a few witches. He's also worked in law enforcement." 

Nodding Abigail asked," Doctor Bloom has advised against this."

"Alana... is not in the know of the true nature of things. She sees this as something that could harm your mind. But in the long run, it will help you heal."

Abagail nodded. 

Meanwhile in Hannibal's office said man greeted Will," Good evening, Will. Please come in."

The good doctor noticed that inside of Will's bag was the bouquet of flowers and a wrapped box. He hummed," What is the gift?"

"A magnifying glass... fly tying gear," Then he sighed," It's for Abigail." 

"Teaching her how to fish, her father taught her how to hunt," Hannibal suggested. Will laughed," Taught her how to get caught you mean? I plan on teaching her both, Lector." 

"Pretty paternal, Will." 

"Aren't you?" Will fired back. Hannibal sat down in his seat and nodded," I am. I take it you got my gift then."

"You are only partially forgiven." 

"I expect that." 

There was a knock on the door and Will glared as it opened to relieve Tenebris, Abigail and a man who nither ravenstag knew. The older hummed," Abigail, Will and Hannibal, as pur court order, a neutral party must remain for the first few hours, This is Cory Roadsmen, He's in the know and a distent relative of my own mate." 

"Very distant, as such I don't think she's mentioned me any, if at all," Cory said, his voice laced with a British accent before he hummed," and please don't mind me at all."

Hannibal glared at Tenebris, clearly not expecting this as she smiled and said," Call me if you three decied to change settings yes?" 

She left without an answer. 

It was slight for a beat before Will said," It's nice to see you again Abigail." 

"You seem tired..." 

"Rough night," Will said before asking," You ever learned to fish?"

"No... could you teach me?"

"This weekend maby, if Crawford lets me off the leash," Will joked lighting up the mode. Abigail laughed slightly as Hannibal asked," How are you?"

"I am alright," Abigail replied. Will hummed as he quietly watched the other two while the three of them chated. Hannibal looked at the young fawn and asked her," Tell us about your bad dreams." 

Abigail looked shocked for a beat of time before she sighed and said," I had one where... Marissa was sending me picture texts. Like crime scene photos of Nicholas Boyle... gutted." 

"How you last saw him?" Hannibal asked her. She nodded as she said," Even though she's dead, I'm afraide that Marissa's gonna tell everyone what I did and they'll think I'm just like my dad..." She paused for a moment before saying," Sorry, can't really talk about this in group." 

"Not yet... But you might. I have a friend who sees a Therapist in LA that works with those who have gone through traumatic experiences involving the preternatural," Will replied softly before saying," Until one of us can get her information, you don't have the luxury of talking in a group session."

Hannibal looked at him as he said," Even then you only have to lie about one thing, and when you're with us you don't have to lie about anything." 

Abigail nodded before adding," In the dream, I wonder how I could choose to live with what I did... knowing what I did."

Hannibal looked at her as Will asked," And when you're awake?"

"When I'm awake, I know can live with myself, and I'll get used to doing what I need to survive," She paused then asked," Douse that make me a sociopath?"

"No... that makes you a survivor." 

An hour later saw the trio of Ravenstages at Hannibal's place. Will surveyed the house as Hannibal brewed a herbal tea. He hummed as he asked Abigail," Have you thought about reapplying for schools?"

"My dad killed girls at all the schools I applied to..." She reminded him. Will nodded as Hannibal said," Perhaps that can wait then." 

Abigail hummed then said," I wanted to work for the FBI." 

 "Which part?" Will asked. Abigail hummed," Counter-terrorism. Not anymore though." 

"What changed?" 

"It's not for me..." Abigail answered before asking," Besides they wouldn't let me, would they? Because of what my dad did?"

Will sighed," They let me..." 

Hannibal looked towards him as Will continued," My father could've been classified as a serial killer as well. Fourteen young women, fifteen young boys. I knew he did it, but the evidence pointed to another. He made sure to frame that person in such a way that both the FBI and the local police bought it. I was 22 when he tried going after me. He was my first personal hunt as a Ravenstag." 

Hannibal stared at him as the younger sighed," Besides, you're not your father's daughter, not anymore."

The next day Will sighed as he walked into where he, Bev and Alana where to work on the profile. It was just him and Beverly who asked," Who did it go last night?"

"Well, I think. Celeam brought in a neutral party... we talked," Will said calmly before pulling at the files as Alana walked. She frowned at Will as she stated," I was just informed that custody over Abigail Hobbs has been transferred over to you and Hannibal. A unanimous decision made late last night. Where you going to tell me?"

"No... especially since you're no longer her phycartirest, as of today," Will informed her before stating," Dr Celeam thought it would be a better fit than anyone else. And at the moment she's the most neutral party out of the four of us." 

"She doesn't seem all that neutral to me." Alana hissed at him. Will hummed then said," She's been in the game longer than Dr Lector has, I'm going take her word over yours." 

Bev decided that that was enough of the small battle of wills and suggested," Back on the case... without the interference of a leader, these kids would never consider violent action."

Slightly thanking the mistic as Stiles walked into the room with a sigh," Our missing kid, is, of course, a boy. The paradox in midst of a normal family. The outside who doesn't look like one." 

"He'd have a vocation. Something inventive or mechanical," Will added as the two women sorted through the pile of missing children. It as normal was Bev who pulled up the right file, her mistic skills finding the source more than any physiatrist truly could," Here's one. Family mobed from Biloxi to Charleston to Fayetteville in the last three years. He won a junior high award for his work on pretty sophisticated computer circuitry... like Ray Palmer level sophisticated." 

Stiles whistled as Alana asked," Why do you think these kids are susceptible to C.J Lincoln?"

"cause our boy may have a brother, but their ages or interests keep them apart, so he's a brother without a brother," Stiles said as it hit him. It was like the pack was and he sighed," Brother looking for a mother. Which their killing last." 

"Are you saying that there is an adult element to this..." 

"C.J was kidnapped as well, is what I am saying Dr Bloom," Stiles huffed as he walked out calling a certain couple. 

South Downs, Fell-Crowley Residence, England

Crowley loved kids, the most famous cases of this were the flood, Furgus Stinger-Crowley, Warlock Morningstar-Dowling-Fell, and Harry Fell Crowley-Potter-Malfoy. The Later two where his most recent cases as well. So he was only slightly shocked when his cell rang that fateful November day. He looked up from where he was on his husband's lap and hummed," Angel... could you get that?"

"Dear me, I wounder who it could be this late at night..." Aziraphale hummed as he picked up the cell. Crowley huffed," Might be an American friend. Or Warlock... he's sposto be in LA with Lu." 

"Oh, yes that is true. And isn't Harry up in Hawaii with Draco for their honey moon?" Aziraphale hummed thoughtfully as he picked up the phone. Crowley nodded as the angel answered," Hello?"

"Hello, This is Stiles Stilisky, embassy to the Hale pack. I think we've met once before... kinda. I'm a friend of Cata Hale, then Lupines," A young man's voice asked. Aziraphale hummed," Oh yes, the young druid boy. I am pleasantly surprised you recalled us at all." 

"Oh, I remember that the year-that-wasn't ages ago, Princablity Aziraphale. Just never told anyone," Stiles replied. Aziraphale smiled as he passed on the phone and told his demon," I like this one, Crowley Dearest." 

"I'll keep that in mind..." Crowley replied before talking to Stiles.

"It's Crowley... care to tell me why you called this late?"

"Oh, yeah... I am only a little sorry about that. See I am working with the FBI on this case... I am sure you've read about Anthony."

"The family murders in the eastern states. Yeah, might've come across it why?"

"Chris O'Halloran is a wizard, and if memory serves correct, you've raised two of those in the past two decades." 

"And?" Crowley asked slightly worried. Stiles smiled," Fayetteville, North Carolina. Meet me there in about three to two hours." 

"Ya, a bastard are you?" 

"I can be when I am about to invite a demon into a Ravenstags hunting grounds." 

Crowley frowned," Lector's?"

"Graham's." 

Fayetteville, North Carolina: Three hours later.

Will frowned as he watched Stiles stomp up to Crawford with a Demon and angel behind him about the accidental magic that Christopher had performed on himself and his kidnapper. He sighed at his watch and frowned. He was sposto be at Hannibal's a half an hour ago to pick up Abigail for the weekend. He sighed as he texted the dominant Ravenstag. 

Stiles smirked as he walked up to the head of the BAU and stated," Jack Crawford, Mr Anthony J Crowley-Fell and Aziraphale Crowley-Fell. They are here for the custody of Christopher.

"And I should give them this, why?" 

"Because their experience is more than what either you or your wife have," Stiles said simply before stating," And since his mother refuses to have, and I quote, 'A devils' spawn with my perfect children' in her care..."

Crowley whipped his head around to Mrs O'Halloran and hissed out," Sshhe did what?" 

Placing on manicured hand on his shoulder Azirphale sighed out," Crowley dear... not now." 

"I know but ssstill," He hissed out. Stiles hid his smirk as the Angel turned to Crawford," Mr Crawford, I assume that you're high enough in your organization to understand that certain events must be kept from the more... let's say... mundane eyes." 

Will walked over to the four with a glance at the two entities as Aziraphale said those last word and slightly bowed at the higher beings before turning to Crawford and stating," Hate to interrupt... but I have a family matter to get to." 

Then left. Aziraphale nodded after the ravenstag as Crawford frowned," What happened was nothing more that a high gust of wind." 

"You don't truly believe that, do you?" Aziraphale asked. Crawford frowned as Aziraphale continued," If you did, you would've left the boy with his mother with some general requests for therapy. Probably both boys in fact." 

Crowley looked at C.J and frowned as the boy's eyes flashed goldened, like those of Rose, Draco and Remus did on occasion. He sighed before noting that change to talk to the druid boy about later (and possibly Remus if what he thought was true). Crawford said nothing as Aziraphale stated," As it is, you wish to take him to Quantico. A young boy, no older than 10, who had to adapt to survive." 

"And why do you care about the boy?" Crawford asked. Crowley bristled," Because our youngest, Harry, came from an Abusive household before we rescued him from that. He is now part of Parliament (Which was partially true, Harry had convinced the Wizmonget two years prior to this, that they needed a say in the Mundane side of the government, with permission from the queen and The Mundane Minster, he and Lawrence became part of the Mundane government { Lawrence became part of the House of Commons and Harry was now Lord Potter in the House of Lords} thus the partially true)." 

With that said Crawford frowned," You mean to say you're not American citizens?" 

Aziraphale smiled, it was that smile he once used on the Mafia groups who had tried to buy his shop in the '30s and '20s. It was soft yet hard smile that didn't reach his eyes. His eyes where cold like a winter's storm with now end in sight and as he spoke, suitable power dripped to the man in charge of the BAU that drew an unhidden shiver from him," We have particle Citizenship in many countries, dear." 

Crawford's shiver made Crowley smile a little as he added," I really think it's in Christopher's best interest." 

Without more probing, Crawford folded. 

Baltimore, Maryland: Hannible's House; That night

Will sighed as he pulled up to the manor like house and slipped out of his car with Alana slipping out of hers. He really didn't agree with Hannibal about this but he figured it was best to get Alana's probing out of the way sooner rather than later. As the two walked into the house Alana stormed to the Kitchen with that righteous indigetny that Will saw more in Crawford than the brunet. He walked over to the dining room and smiled at Abigail as he said," Sorry about the lateness."

"The case with the missing boys?" She asked pleasantly. He hummed," Yes... One of them is apart of our community, different category but far from mundane." 

"Douse he have someone?" 

"Stiles called in a favour with a couple from the UK. That's where one of the schools for his kind is. It's probably one of the most sucsefull schools now."

"Oh?" She asked. Will hummed as they heard Alana shouting at Hannibal.

Hannibal was cleaning the meal's prep when Alana Bloom stormed into his kitchen. He tilted his head towards her as she nearly hissed," As someone who makes such a big deal about common courtest, I'm a little taken aback... slash a lot taken aback, that you would take MY patient... MY PATIENT! Out of the hospital without my permission." 

"As I am sure William told you, She is no longer your patient, Alana," Hannibal reminded her as he cleaned his knife. Alana bristled as she growled," That's another thing, Hannibal. Why wasn't I informed of the transfer? Who is her new psychiatrist?" 

"Dr Celeam... I'm quite content in her ability. As for why you were not informed... I can not say." 

Bloom frowned before scolding," I'm not a professional scold... but don't put me in this position ever again." 

"I'm sorry," He said, though he really wasn't. Alana huffed," It was rude, Hannibal, shockingly rude!"

"You have every right to be upset with me, however, I would like to ask that you relax and take a look at how well she's doing, even with only day with me." 

Alana frowned before asking," Where is she?"

"She's in the dining room, with Will."